Reborn as a True Heiress and Becomes a Boss

Chapter 11 Setting up a stall
Metaphysics, fortune telling, divination, and feng shui are professions that have existed in China since ancient times. Revealing heavenly secrets will naturally be punished by the heavens, so people in these professions will more or less suffer from the five deficiencies and three lacks. In order to avoid the five deficiencies and three lacks, people in these professions will accept gifts or money when helping others. They will accept your money to help you get rid of disasters. The money and goods are settled on the spot, and they will maintain a "balance" between the two to avoid getting involved in karma.

Yang Nianqing went to the Wu family's paper offering shop and bought a piece of yellow cloth, a stack of Xuan paper, two brushes (one thick and one thin), an inkstone, ink and a brush holder, as well as a black folding table and two stools. This paper offering shop was similar to a small general store, selling mainly items related to metaphysics and feng shui, such as talismans, paper money, and paper figures.

Mr. Wu was very enthusiastic. Yang Nianqing asked him about her business, and he said that if she wanted to set up a stall here, she only needed to pay a small management fee to the administrator and she could choose her own location. He even pointed out the administrator's location to her. Yang Nianqing paid the management fee, took her things, chose a relatively quiet spot, set up the table and chairs, laid out a yellow cloth, wrote "Fortune Telling, Feng Shui Consulting, and Guidance" on the table, and used a bamboo pole generously provided by the general store owner to make a simple sign. She then placed it next to the table, picked up a few stones to secure it, and her fortune-telling stall was ready.

Passersby cast glances at Yang Nianqing, but no one wanted to have their fortune told. After all, most of the fortune tellers here were over thirty or forty years old, and it seemed like a joke for a teenage girl like her to have her fortune told.

A man in his thirties or forties, wearing a dark red Zhongshan suit, was peeking at Yang Nianqing from the side. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't, scratching his head and making funny faces.

"Hahaha~" Yang Nianqing was amused by him. The man looked somewhat like a monkey, especially when he was scratching his ears and cheeks. Although he had a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, he wasn't a bad person. Yang Nianqing observed that he had large earlobes and a prominent nose, indicating an upright and kind heart. As the saying goes, "Thick earlobes indicate a kind heart, and a fleshy nose indicates a non-malicious heart." This person was righteous, a good person, compassionate, and not driven by self-interest; he was someone worth befriending. Yang Nianqing could tell that although the other person was curious, he meant no harm: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Uh, little girl, don't blame me for being nosy, but why are you here setting up a fortune-telling stall? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Luo Dashu scratched his face awkwardly.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m no longer in school. I’m here to set up a fortune-telling stall because my master said I’ve completed my apprenticeship and I’m here to put my skills to use.”

"Oh." Luo Dashu nodded, somewhat surprised to see Yang Nianqing so young. He wondered if he had already graduated from his apprenticeship. He was afraid that Yang Nianqing had met a fraudulent master. After all, he had been studying this field for decades and still dared not say that he had graduated. Thinking about it, he felt really sorry for his deceased master.

Before Luo Dashu could even chat with Yang Nianqing, guests arrived.

Seeing that Luo Dashu had already started telling fortunes for his customers, Yang Nianqing idly watched the passersby. With nothing to do and no customers coming to have their fortunes told, Yang Nianqing was getting bored. It was too noisy here, and not suitable for her to draw talismans. She rarely had so much free time.

An elderly woman in her sixties held a piece of paper in both hands, leaning against her chest, looking around at the numerous fortune-telling stalls, hesitant and undecided as if she hadn't decided which one to choose.

Li Cuiyun was filled with anxiety. Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her chest, and in her palms was a piece of white paper with her grandson Luoluo's birth date and time written on it. Her grandson Luoluo had been missing for a week. They had reported him missing to the police, and the whole family went out to search for him every day, but they couldn't find him. Her son and daughter-in-law were arguing and blaming each other every day. Her grandson Luoluo was lost when her son and daughter-in-law took him to see a movie. Her son and daughter-in-law went to buy tickets and turned around, and Luoluo disappeared.

Her son and daughter-in-law are arguing and blaming each other every day. Their world has collapsed. She suggested consulting a fortune teller to find out where her grandson is. But her husband and son yelled at her, saying it was feudal superstition and that the family was already chaotic enough; she didn't want to make things worse. But she meant well; there was no other way, so she figured she might as well try—what if she found him?

Li Cuiyun looked around. There were so many fortune tellers that she didn't know who to choose. Suddenly, she saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen sitting at a fortune teller's stall. The girl was resting her chin on her hand and looked very bored. Strangely enough, seeing this girl made her feel a little calmer. Perhaps it was fate or destiny. Li Cuiyun sat down at the stall.

The darkness in front of Yang Nianqing caused her to look up and see a woman in her sixties sitting down. She was momentarily stunned. Had a guest arrived?

"Little girl, where are your parents? I need my fortune told." Li Cuiyun thought Yang Nianqing was helping her parents at their stall and that the fortune teller might have left.

Yang Nianqing smiled and said, "I am a fortune teller. What would you like to have your fortune told?"

Li Cuiyun hesitated, not because she judged by appearance, but because this fortune teller was really too small. She had never seen such a small fortune teller before, and it seemed like he was faking it: "Are you really a fortune teller? You are so small."

Yang Nianqing pointed upwards and said, "It's a gift from God, regardless of age." She spoke with unwavering confidence about her profession. Gu Lang had even said she was the most talented successor in the Gu family's history, and she genuinely loved it. She was proud but not complacent; after all, one is never too old to learn.

Seeing Yang Nianqing's confidence, Li Cuiyun hesitated for a moment, but still placed the paper with her grandson Luoluo's birth date and time in front of Yang Nianqing: "My grandson Luoluo has gone missing. I would like to ask you to help me calculate his location."

Yang Nianqing nodded, took the brush and Xuan paper and asked Li Cuiyun to write a character: "Write a character, just the first one that comes to mind. I will now analyze the character for you and combine it with your grandson's birth chart to calculate his current situation."

Li Cuiyun took the brush and wrote the character "落" (luò). Yang Nianqing took the Xuan paper and began calculating the birth date and time of Li Cuiyun's grandson, Luoluo. In the ancient art of character divination, there is a method called "Six Gods." The Six Gods refer to the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Hooked Serpent, Soaring Serpent, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. These Six Gods are celestial constellations. Among them, the Azure Dragon governs affairs, the White Tiger governs funerals, the Vermilion Bird governs lawsuits, Hooked Serpent governs land and labor, Soaring Serpent governs changes, and Black Tortoise governs thieves. Further subdivisions exist within these categories, which will not be elaborated upon here.

When the six spirits are still, all is well. If the six spirits are disturbed, something unexpected is about to happen. Yang Nianqing calculated that the child's White Tiger star was moving, which was not a good sign: "I have calculated that your grandson's situation is not good right now. The White Tiger signifies disaster. Your grandson's White Tiger star is moving. As the saying goes, 'When the White Tiger is encountered, disaster and mourning come. Everything is not harmonious when going out.' Your grandson is in great danger right now. If we do not find your grandson quickly, he may face a fatal disaster."

Li Cuiyun was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. The thought of her little grandson being in danger made her heart ache so much that she could hardly breathe: "What can I do? Where is my grandson? Please, please save my grandson!"

"Don't worry, your grandson is still alive and out of danger. I'll cast a divination to find out his location." Yang Nianqing used her backpack to conceal the fact that she was taking out a tortoise shell and three ancient bronze coins from her spatial bracelet. The tortoise shell was a thousand-year-old tortoise shell that Gu Lang had given her, and the bronze coins were also given to her by Gu Lang; they had been blessed by an emperor and were imbued with Gu Lang's thousand-year-old spiritual power.

"It's 11:30 now, noon. I'll use this time to set up the divination." Yang Nianqing placed the copper coins in the tortoise shell, shook it three times to the left and three times to the right, and then poured the coins onto the table. The Life Gate is in the southeast. Yang Nianqing activated his Heavenly Eye and focused his mind. He saw a secluded old building with an old maple tree downstairs that was as thick as two people could hug. Fifty-six children, aged three or four, were locked in a room on the second floor.

"The gate to life is in the southeast. Go southeast and look for it. You'll find it when you see an old maple tree that's so thick it takes two people to hug it. Your grandson is in a room on the second floor of the old building directly opposite the maple tree. Take the police with you and go find him. Remember to be quick."

Li Cuiyun was somewhat at a loss: "Really? My grandson?"

Yang Nianqing smiled and nodded, her smile carrying a convincing power: "Really, you believe me!"

Overjoyed, Li Cuiyun nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face. "Okay, okay, thank you! How much should I give you?"

Yang Nianqing thought for a moment and said, "You are my first customer today, which is fate. You can decide what to pay."

Li Cuiyun was stunned for a moment, then became even happier. She felt that she might have really met someone with real skills. Seeing Yang Nianqing's demeanor, Li Cuiyun felt that Yang Nianqing had not lied to her, and she was sure she would find Luoluo this time. Li Cuiyun took out a thousand yuan and placed it in front of Yang Nianqing, bowed to her again to express her gratitude, and then hurried home. She needed to quickly tell her husband, son, and daughter-in-law.

Seeing Li Cuiyun's anxiety, Yang Nianqing sighed, lamenting how rampant human traffickers were these days, ruining so many families. However, she noticed that the dark aura on Li Cuiyun's face had dissipated, indicating that her grandson was safe. She resolved to teach her grandson well in the future, ensuring he had the ability to protect himself. Yang Nianqing decided to donate half of the money she earned today to charity, hoping to accumulate good fortune for her grandson.

Yang Nianqing put the money away and turned her head to see Luo Dashu looking at her with an envious and pitiful expression. Yang Nianqing was amused again; Luo Dashu's face was just too funny to make that expression.

"Young lady, you really know how to tell fortunes! You're so lucky. You made so much money on your first customer. I've been waiting all morning and only made two hundred yuan. But aren't you afraid that if you tell that to that person like that, she might come after you because she can't find her grandson?" Yang Nianqing had been listening to the fortune teller since her customer had just left. Yang Nianqing was doing something that fortune tellers usually do: give ambiguous results to avoid trouble. But Yang Nianqing's fortune telling posture was quite professional, so he wondered if she might actually have some real skills.
Yang Nianqing knew that Luo Dashu meant no harm: "She will find it. After all, good people are rewarded, aren't they?"

Luo Dashu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. Yang Nianqing really could tell fortunes. He himself could also tell fortunes and read faces, although his skills weren't very great. But he could tell from Li Cuiyun's face that she was a kind-hearted person.

"Little girl, my name is Luo Dashu. What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Nianqing."

Luo Dashu scratched the back of his head and laughed heartily: "Then we're friends now."

Yang Nianqing nodded. She was a rather introverted person and often passive in her interactions with others. She actually quite liked kind and warm-hearted people.

Time passed slowly as they chatted with Luo Dashu.

(End of this chapter)