Song Tan's Notes

That's why they say old farmers who have spent most of their lives are efficient.

When Song Tan, carrying a large bouquet of flowers and holding an umbrella, slowly stepped into the courtyard like a beauty in a rainy alley, only Seventh Cousin slightly raised his eyelids:
"Isn't Xiao Lu coming to eat?"

Song Tan, thick-skinned, said, "He's exercising. Cardio is more effective on an empty stomach. He'll come back later."

But after a pause, I felt the room was a bit deserted.

It's one thing that Qiaoqiao isn't here, but why aren't Mom and Dad here either?
When asked again, Seventh Uncle snorted and said, "They went to find a shaman."

Upon hearing this, even Grandma Qi, who was sitting on the porch slowly peeling green beans, couldn't help but say:
“Tan Tan, you can’t just find anyone who can tell your fortune. Why don’t you ask me? When I was in the village, there was a very accurate fortune teller.”

Song Tan subconsciously asked, "You mean decades ago? Are they still there now?"

Turning around, she realized: Wait, why does everyone think she needs to find a fortune teller? Does that fortune teller even have a certificate? Does he even understand her calculations?
She at least knows how to use spirit writing, why don't you let a fortune teller do it?

Song Tan opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't find the words. She paused, a strange competitive spirit welling up inside her, and then she waved the flowers in her hand, still slightly damp with rainwater:
"Lu Chuan said that back then, through the association's leaders, he got to know a Taoist priest in a Taoist temple. That priest was the one with real skills, and the temple was very popular."

The Seventh Cousin, who never admitted defeat in his life, actually began to seriously consider this matter:

"How much would it cost to invite this Taoist priest over? I've heard people in the real estate industry say that it costs millions to hire him for any property development. Isn't that a bit too much?"

There are a lot!

Song Tan carefully considered these words: Seventh Cousin, you've gotten too big for your britches, haven't you? Hiring someone to handle things for a few million, isn't that a bit too much?

That's way too much!!!

How many acres of land would it take to earn that much money?! That would require some kind of magic touch.

But this is what everyone is hoping for, so it is obviously very important.

She thought for a moment, went into the living room, found a vase, casually added water to the flowers, grabbed a vegetable and mushroom pancake from the kitchen, and strolled up the mountain.

The rain hadn't stopped. She walked over, umbrella in hand. Many people were still having breakfast in the cafeteria. Seeing her, the boss, approach, their eyes were fixed on the pie in her hand. Finally, they said in anguish:

"Boss, didn't we agree not to treat us like this during meals?"

There are two large-screen TVs on the wall, each with its own section for different enthusiasts. Half of the people watch military programs, half watch romantic dramas, and some are scrolling through their phones.

In short, everyone glanced at the pie in her hand, then resolutely turned away, determined not to fall for the Japanese devils' trick.

Thankfully, the pies weren't oiled much today; they were dry-fried, so the aroma didn't travel that far.

Song Tan then said seriously, "I've come here on important business."

"Oh." Hearing this, everyone immediately stopped looking around as if they were just pretending to.

What are we going to do today? Pick tomatoes? Or go and deepen the drainage ditch?
But the boss started by talking about something else entirely:

“Didn’t I get a piece of land in town? It wasn’t a big area at first, but then I figured out some greening and stuff, and they managed to allocate 600 acres for it. Once this community is built, it can easily accommodate 10,000 people. I had you fill out a form to summarize all the requirements for the new houses before.”

"So what now?" everyone asked, their eyes gleaming. "Has the housing price been set yet?"

"I can't set a price like that. The price of building materials changes every day. If my profit margin is high, a little more or less doesn't matter. But I'm planning to set the profit margin at a very low level anyway, so I won't know until the building is finished, right?"

Song Tan lowered her voice, "The main thing is that the design drawings are almost finished, but the elders in the family are superstitious and feel that we need to ask someone to come and take a look at the actual product."

"What are you looking at?" Everyone understood almost instantly, "Feng shui!"

Looking at the boss again, she looked at Chen Yuan with a firm gaze: You bunch of materialist warriors, you have to give an explanation, right?
To everyone's surprise, Chen Yuan lowered his voice and asked, "Who did you invite?"

No, is that right?

Liu Liu, holding her child—yes, she's not busy these days, and can now bring her child around every day—carefully approached and asked:
"When will the master arrive?"

They actually wanted to hear it, but they didn't know if it would work.

Looking at the others, everyone was staring intently at them: "Master, will you be staying for a few days? If you want to do fortune telling, is it expensive?"

"The one our boss hired must be one of the really expensive ones, right?"

"Let's not bother them too easily, otherwise a fortune telling could cost tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan, which we can't afford, and it would be too embarrassing."

"No, no, I'll just use a steamed bun to calculate it, it's fine. If it's good, we'll think that this AI is somewhat useful; if it's bad, we'll say that this AI is just making things up again."

"I'll teach you. First, use that Bazi (Four Pillars of Destiny) chart to calculate it. After you're done, ask Doubao for the results. It's very detailed and accurate."

"Exactly, AI is free, but masters must be extremely expensive."

Song Tan fell into a deep silence.

But she remained silent. The employees, still talking amongst themselves, cast glances at her, their heavy gazes seeming to press down on her shoulders.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "The master hasn't arrived yet, but my parents went to invite a local shaman first."

"Oh," everyone responded in unison, then added, "This sage is good at judging people, but not so good at judging land, is he?"

"That should work. In this village, isn't it always the shaman who points out where people are buried?"

"Oh dear, that was just a bunch of shoddy work in our village."

"There's a powerful spirit in a village near our area; he's incredibly effective."

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and finally concluded: "But then again, none of these so-called 'experts' have actually looked at any real estate developments, have they? We haven't heard of anyone being invited to inspect any."

Everyone fell silent again, their expectant gazes fixed on the boss, many words on the tip of their tongues, but too embarrassed to speak them directly to him.

Song Tan: ...

Since things have come to this point, she can only offer empty promises for now.

So he took another big bite of the pie and said:

"Don't worry, this time we're inviting a Taoist priest from a very popular and long-established Taoist temple! It's just that we got to know him through a leader."

As for which leader he is, let's not worry about that; he's a leader, after all. And let's not worry about how they know each other either; let's just say they know each other.

"They're not after a lot of money; they mainly care about our sincerity."

So let's just wait and see.

Upon hearing this, everyone's joy was immediately unleashed, and the entire cafeteria was filled with subtle cheers.

Yunduo was overjoyed: "After the Taoist priest finishes reading, I definitely want to buy my sister a house. Boss, if you don't have enough money, can you deduct it from her salary every month?"

"Don't be afraid." Song Tan waved her hand: I knew long ago that not all farm employees were rich. For example, Liu Liu, if she had been rich back then, she wouldn't be in this situation.

"One or two years at most, you can save up for a down payment, but what about the renovation?" "We'll see about your individual circumstances then, and I can provide an interest-free loan for up to five years."

"Great!"

So everyone looked over expectantly, "If the Taoist priest comes, can we hear what he has to say?"

The older Master Jiang said solemnly, "Boss Song, you're too slow. Before you even got the land, you should have asked the Taoist priest to look around the area and help you choose a piece of land."

Yes.

Song Tan thought coldly: If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have farmed; she should have invested in AI first. She could have trained the AI ​​to calculate a plot of land for herself.

She swallowed the last bite of the pie with resentment, and suddenly nothing tasted as good as it used to be.

But some employees were still not satisfied and quietly asked:

"Boss, when will the local fortune teller we invited arrive? Will he be able to tell our fortunes? I'd like to have my fortune told."

As soon as he said that, many more eyes turned to look at him.

Song Tan: ...

"Stop making this mess."

She stood up silently and walked towards the door, but seeing the sudden disappointment on everyone's faces, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and say:
"When the Taoist priest arrives, I'll see if I can come up with a way to get him to take a look."

Rural fortune tellers often rely on observing facial features and physiognomy to make money or ward off disasters.

The Taoist priests in the Grand Temple are different. They are rich and want to protect their reputation. Moreover, they are well-versed in metaphysics and psychology and know how to comfort people by addressing their specific needs.

Judging from the fact that these employees don't have much money, they probably won't put much effort into spending it.

In short, she is a cultivator, although she hasn't achieved much success yet. But if her employees are tricked into spending money on her farm by some busybody, no matter how much it is, she won't stand for it.

As for whether it's true that there's a master in the deep mountains and forests.
For example, Dr. Guo's reputation for treating gynecological and andrological conditions.

But then again, if he were really that influential in the surrounding area, word would have spread like wildfire. Unlike now, he's so low-key that you wouldn't even hear about him unless you specifically inquired about him.

The fact that not many people from surrounding cities drive long distances to come here speaks volumes about their level of sophistication.

Because of what happened on the mountain, Song Tan returned home just in time to see Lu Chuan eating. She quickly asked in a low voice:
"Why don't we invite that Taoist priest you mentioned over here?"

Lu Chuan nodded: "I also think we should invite them. Putting aside other things, many people may not believe in this, but seeing that others have said it's a good idea will still make them feel at ease."

"If you sell your house cheaply, a lot of people will definitely say some sarcastic things. If you hear them for a long time, even if they're false, they'll start to sound true."

Having a master take a look beforehand, whether it's just a formality or not, can put everyone's minds at ease.

Besides, the Taoist priest we invited was from a famous Taoist temple. He was certified and his practice was legal. He also had advanced degrees, so it had no negative impact from any perspective.

A whole bunch of gibberish.

Song Tan asked, "How much will it cost to invite them? Let's make it clear beforehand, several million is definitely out of the question."

This left Lu Chuan speechless: "I didn't invite him either."

Especially when you ask someone to look at your feng shui, how would they know anything about it?
But if one truly possesses such skill—

He wiped his hands clean and pulled a jade pendant from his lapel; it was a jade peach that Song Tan had once given him.

The peaches are glossy and vibrant green, with translucent and warm white parts, and a touch of pink at the tip, making them especially perfect and captivating.

If you look closely, it seems as if there is a slowly flowing liquid inside.

But Lu Chuan often looked at this, and knew it was just an illusion.

But then he asked, "Do you have any more jade like this? I'll have someone deliver it to the Taoist temple and see if the Taoist priest is interested."

If someone can be moved by something, they must have some skill, right?
Since they have some experience, they may not value money as much.

If that doesn't attract you, then we can talk about the price.

A few million is too exaggerated. Their rural housing development isn't some top-tier land king or a first-tier CBD. It's impossible. Those are just sensational stories in books.

Good, good, good. As expected, asking Lu Chuan about this kind of thing is always the right thing to do.

As for jade, Song Tan looked at him carefully and said, "It's gone. The jade seed bead necklace you gave me before is also gone."

This is not surprising. Although Song Tan finds things cumbersome, he is not the type to cherish them to the point of keeping them unused.

She already wore some of the pendants, and she also wore the gold bracelet.

Those that didn't appear were probably used for something else.

But the jewelry he sent was just jewelry; Lu Chuan didn't mind, as long as it was useful to her.

After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone again: "I'll have someone send you some more pictures, you can choose one."

Last time, for that small business worth a few million, they flew all the way over the place, wasn't it all for this kind of long-term, steady relationship?
He paused, then added, "I've made quite a bit of money from stock funds this year; you can be more daring with your investments."

Song Tan gasped, "Making money that fast? Are you picking the 100 million one?"

Lu Chuan: ...After picking the 1 million one, he'll have to keep updating non-stop, adding more chapters, and desperately updating, and then sell all the copyrights to make a living, right?
"Wake up." He pushed his girlfriend's face back. "Stop watching those short dramas with my mom about domineering CEOs. Are those CEOs as good-looking as me? You already have such a great face, why do you need such expensive jewelry?"

Song Tan laughed heartily: "I told you not to brag!"

Wow! With sums easily reaching tens of millions, she's no longer a simple countrywoman.

As for choosing jewelry... it's much more convenient to select it online.

Song Tan raised his request: "I want another jade bead necklace of higher quality than the last one. The size of the beads doesn't matter, the important thing is the quantity."

I won't wear them this time either, but I'll keep them. Before I go to see the land, I need to bury all the beads deep!
I refuse to believe I can't compare to that Taoist priest!
"As for gifting, I'll give you a pendant worth 100,000 yuan, no more than that! That's all my hard-earned money! By the way, pick out another pendant that catches your eye, and I'll help you 'care for' it."

Anyway, Lu Chuan had already discovered it, and although neither of them said it outright, she didn't mind revealing a little more.

That's right, that jade peach that wasn't originally of very good quality was cultivated by her, it took a lot of effort.

snort!
The simple-minded farmer thought smugly: She just doesn't have that much desire to make money.

Otherwise, with this skill alone, she could really pick out a piece of jewelry worth 100 million!
But then look at Lu Chuan's face—

Well, he has a point. With such a magnificent face, it's forgivable that he's not that rich. (End of Chapter)