Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2234: Chapter 1886: The Fortune Teller (Part 3)

But who would’ve thought this plain, ordinary village woman would slowly stand up, even tugging at her silent husband beside her:

"Looks like this isn’t very suitable for us, huh? If we can only build a little house, then the 600 mu of land we specially got approved would be wasted, right? That’s a huge loss! No way, no way."

Pushing and pulling, the two of them ignored the way the master behind them was glaring, and quickly got into the car.

Once in the car, Wu Lan even snorted: "Look at the guy you found, what the heck was he saying? Not accurate at all."

Song Sancheng protested: "When he first started talking, didn’t you say it was quite accurate? Said everything right on the nose."

The couple bickered for a bit, then headed off to the other one Wu Lan had contacted.

This one seemed to be doing better than the previous master; even though he was also in a mountain village, his family had built a pretty three-story house.

There was a car parked in the yard. One glance and Song Sancheng saw that it cost almost 100,000 more than his!

Well, if he could make money like this, he must have some skills, right?

Wu Lan puffed out her chest, lifted her head, and strode right in.

This master didn’t try to dominate the scene at first. As soon as he saw Wu Lan, he opened his mouth and said: "You’re blessed. You worked very hard when you were young, in middle age you gradually settled down, and in old age you’ll have great fortune and prosperity."

"I just love reading fortunes for people like you who have good luck."

Oh my!

That hit Wu Lan right in the heart!

Wasn’t that the truth—she used to be soaking in a vat of misery, couldn’t see the light at the end at all.

Now, everyone can see that in the future—no, that she’s already living a good life.

She happily sat down in front of him, unilaterally deciding that this master was quite accomplished.

But before they even got to the main topic, he opened his mouth again: "It’s just that your complexion looks a bit dull, seems like you’ve got a lot of worries about your children."

Driving a new 200,000-yuan car, with big gold bangles flashing on her wrists, yet still carrying the marks of a hard-working rural life on her face, and coming here at this timing...

Well, odds are she’s here for her kids.

This line almost never fails.

However, Wu Lan had barely warmed the seat when she heard that and, after thinking it over, was bewildered: she’d been working in the fields all summer, wasn’t it normal for her face to be a bit tanned? How did that turn into "worries about her children"?

Sure, Tantan never brought up marriage, and she did grumble a bit, but when she thought about how they were living now—something she wouldn’t even have dared dream of before—how was that supposed to be "full of worries"?

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyes and probed: "Master, I only came to ask about the house at home. My daughter wants to build a house, and I wanted to ask if we should let her build it or not."

The master frowned:

"Each child has their own fate. Your blessings still depend on your son. If your daughter builds the house, your sons and daughters are sure to stir up trouble in the future."

"Who?" Wu Lan pointed at herself: "I rely on my son? The kids will stir up trouble?"

This time, he didn’t even get a chance to speak before the usually tongue-tied Song Sancheng snorted first: "And you were laughing at me—looks like he’s just as half-baked as the last one."

Anyway, the couple slunk back home in defeat.

Right now, Song Tan had specially pulled Lun Chuan over to ask about it, and the two of them, all embarrassed, said:

"See? Those two didn’t have the real skills. In the end, we still had to rely on our Xiaochuan, who has the connections and knows capable people."

But after praising him, they still had to add: "It’s not like they had no skills at all, just not deep enough. Like what they said about your dad at first, and what he said about me at the beginning—that part was pretty accurate."

Lun Chuan burst out laughing.

He wrote novels for a living; he researched all kinds of material.

Open his browser history and it was all sociopaths and serial killers, not to mention the odd bits of mysticism.

He didn’t even need to go back and look things up; he already knew one rule:

"These roaming fortune-tellers all have their own routines. For a man’s fate, they scare first and then flatter; for a woman’s fate, they flatter first and then scare. If someone comes in all eager and humble, their past is surely full of hardships; if they speak proudly, their recent luck’s probably been pretty good."

After he finished, he tried not to laugh and summed up: "The two of you were just too polite, that’s why it made you sound like you’ve had worries lately."

The two immediately felt depressed.

And Song Tan went for the finishing blow from behind: "Did you pay them for those readings?"

Of course they did!

Accurate or not, once you go and open your mouth to ask, you have to fork over some divination money first, right?

It wasn’t much, twenty here, thirty there. But spending those 50 yuan still made them fume!

The two got even more depressed.

"It’s fine, it’s fine." Song Tan also wanted to laugh: serves you right for trusting outsiders!

She then comforted them: "News travels fast in the ten miles and eight villages around here. Those fortune-tellers didn’t manage to make money off you two; they’ll definitely go ask around anyway, so that next time they won’t miss again."

"Once they ask around, they’ll find out that your daughter—that’s me—has taken 600 mu of land, planning to build houses and invite a proper master to have a look."

"Think about it, what a huge business that is! Three years with no customers, one big job feeds you for three years. They must be dying of regret inside!"

And then there’s the Daoist Master invited from out of town.

Say what you will, but out here in the countryside, they’re doing these borderline activities under the radar—how could they dare compare themselves with someone holding an actual license?

They’d regret it even more!

After this round of comforting, the couple finally felt a bit better.

Wu Lan even burned with fighting spirit:

"I’m going to go have a little chat with people right now!"

If she didn’t spread this news to the other villages today, she wouldn’t call herself a village woman!

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