Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 119 Business Wizards in Xuanmen
Yi Jiaoyan stayed with Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng to have breakfast, and then she and Ding Zhaoliu personally sent them out of the house.

When the four of them left the house, they happened to see Qingyang Hou carrying a thin small baggage, getting into a carriage and leaving in dejection.

Jiang Fuyuan turned her head and looked at Yi Jiaoyan. A relaxed smile appeared on her delicate face, like the first branch to bloom in spring.

Seeing the good fortune faintly flowing around her memorial platform, Jiang Fuyuan said sincerely: "Madam will only have happiness from now on."

Yi Jiaoyan looked at Ding Zhaoliu with gentle eyes and said with a smile: "I am very happy, but it's just not perfect."

After saying that, she suddenly reached out and touched her forehead, as if sighing, but also feeling: "We have known each other for 12 years, and we have been apart for [-] years. The time I have been apart from him has been longer than the time we have been in love..."

Ding Zhaoliu's eyes became wet, and he closed his eyes to suppress the sore feeling in his nose.

These 18 years were the 18 years when his mother was wronged, and the 18 years when his father's love was taken away from him.

Jiang Fuyuan specially read his horoscope and told him that he had a close relationship with Yi Jiaoyan's mother and son. If Ding Shuoming hadn't taken away Wen Jinliang's fate, he would have been the child of Wen Jinliang and Yi Jiaoyan.

For the past 18 years, Ding Shuoming had ignored him, but he had fulfilled his filial piety towards his biological father. He had repaid his biological kindness, but his nurturing kindness was no longer there. From now on, he only had Yi Jiaoyan as a blood relative.

When he opened his eyes again, Ding Zhaoliu's eyes were full of energy, and he returned to the elegant Ding Shaoqing.

Before sending the two of them to the carriage, he reminded Jiang Fuyuan in a low voice: "Xiangu Mu, the talisman we agreed on last night..."

Jiang Fuyuan understood: "100 taels a piece, [-] taels starting at [-]% off."

Ding Zhaoliu hesitated.

Jiang Fuyuan raised an eyebrow: "Is it too expensive?"

Ding Zhaoliu shook his head: "Xiangu's talisman is worth the price, but my salary is limited. How about... I promote it among my colleagues on behalf of Xiangu, and Xiangu gives me an internal price?"

Jiang Fuyuan was shocked for a moment: "As expected of your mother's son, he is very business-savvy!"

She thought for a moment and felt that Ding Zhaoliu's idea was a good one.

In Jingzhou, she only has beauty charms that are still popular, and other charms and seals have little chance to open up the market. If Ding Zhaoliu can promote her, there is no need to worry about safety charms not being sold.

Thinking of this, she immediately nodded and made a concession: "If you sell one piece, I will give you [-]% profit. If you sell more, we can negotiate further."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Zhong Lianfeng:......

By accident, these two got into business again.

His little Phoenix is ​​really a business wizard in Xuanmen.

After Jiang Fuyuan and Ding Zhaoliu decided on the cooperation model, they boarded the Marquis's carriage and embarked on the return journey.

The carriage door curtain swayed with the clatter of horse hooves, and Ding Zhaoliu's figure waving enthusiastically became smaller and smaller in the gap in the door curtain that was exposed from time to time. Zhong Lianfeng glanced at the Qingyang Marquis Mansion, which had also shrunk, and turned to ask Jiang Fuyuan: "What happened to the horse's belly in the end?"

She went to Qu Niao Niao's yard just now, but she didn't see the horse's belly again after she came out. He was a little curious.

Jiang Fuyuan: "Leave it to Qu Xiaoniao."

Zhong Lianfeng: "... Qu Niao Niao."

Jiang Fuyuan waved her hand and said casually: "The little birds are all the same."

Zhong Liefeng was a little surprised by her answer. He originally thought that she would take the horse's belly.

After being illuminated by the golden light of merit, he has been able to see the truth of many things. For example, the black cat in Ke's house is not actually a cat, and the three pheasants that are crazy about laying eggs are not ordinary pheasants.

There are already so many monsters in the house, and he can accept multiple horse bellies.

Looking up at Zhong Lianfeng's puzzled gaze, Jiang Fuyuan smiled and explained: "This horse's belly is not a real horse's belly. The small body grid is not even the slightest bit different from the beast's belly in ancient books. Son."

"Furthermore, she has been raised by Qu Xiaoniao for so long and has already recognized her owner, so I simply let her continue to raise her. I left a lot of yellow paper talisman figures for her, enough to feed her for a while."

As long as Qu Niao Niao could control the horse's belly and stop hurting anyone, there was no need for her to take action.

What did the little old man say? Common people are common people, and monsters and ghosts are also common people. There is no reason why human beings are nobler than monsters.Zhong Lianfeng nodded. What Little Phoenix said and did was always right, and he agreed unconditionally.

Noticing the black and blue under Jiang Fuyuan's eyes, Zhong Liefeng pursed his lips and said distressedly: "Go back and have a good sleep. Later I will ask the cook to make your favorite honey lotus root slices."

Jiang Fuyuan hummed, tilted her head and fell directly into his arms: "I'm so sleepy... It's a big loss for not asking Mrs. Yi for payment..."

She muttered, her eyelids gradually narrowed, and she actually planned to fall asleep like this.

Zhong Lianfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even if she now has thousands of furniture, she still can't change her habit of wanting to make a fortune in everything.

According to him, instead of calling her Little Phoenix, she could be called Little Cai Mi.

As the carriage drove through the street where the Ke family was located, Jiang Fuyuan rubbed her eyes and tried to support her body.

She was still asleep. Although anyone with a discerning eye could see that the relationship between the two was unusual, she still had to avoid the suspicion.

Carrying someone into a house in broad daylight is still too much of a challenge to the ethics of this world.

The carriage stopped slowly, and as soon as Jiang Fuyuan poked his head in, he saw a ghost floating at the side door of Ke's house.

He looks like a young man in his 20s.

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at the egg-yolk-like sun hanging in the eastern sky. The rising sun in the cold winter was weak and not enough to cause fatal harm to ghosts. However, it was still daytime and ghosts would always instinctively avoid it.

Why does this ghost linger?

She frowned, asked the coachman to take Zhong Lianfeng to the general's mansion next door, and then slowly got out of the car.

The ghost young man didn't seem to mind anyone coming, or maybe he never thought that anyone would see him. He kept wandering around the side door of Ke's house, ignoring Jiang Fuyuan who was getting closer and closer.

Jiang Fuyuan stood beside him and asked with a stern look on his face that showed he was tired of the world due to lack of sleep: "Is something wrong?"

The ghost young man was stunned for a while, then realized that she could see him, and stammered: "I, I am a believer of Fuyuan Immortal Lord, and I want to come and offer incense to her old man."

"But, but I can't find the throne of Immortal Fuyuan..."

Jiang Fuyuan said, "Then come with me."

The ghost young man looked at her happily: "Are you also a believer of Fuyuan Immortal Lord?"

[No, I am Fuyuan Immortal Lord. 】

Jiang Fuyuan corrected him in her mind, but she said humbly: "You went to the wrong door. The immortal statue is over there."

She pointed to the most remote small door: "Enter from there."

In the main courtyard of Ke's house, there is a magical beast named Steamed Bun, which prevents ordinary ghosts from entering, so this ghostly young man can only linger outside the door.

Looking along her direction, the ghost young man said in disbelief: "How can the Immortal Lord's shrine be enshrined in such a remote and dark corner? Shouldn't it be placed in a Taoist temple, where believers will burn incense and clean it every day?"

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him sideways: "If it were really placed in a Taoist temple, would you still be able to get in?"

Generally, Taoist temples are protected by gods, and there are also magic circles and the like to ward off evil spirits. If ghosts break in, they will be killed without mercy.

Ghost young man:......

She was so right, I was speechless.

The ghost young man silently followed Jiang Fuyuan through the small door and walked to a more remote corner of the yard. He heard her shout "Little Fatty" into the house, and then an exotic male ghost floated out of the house.

Xiaopang held the roster in his hand, and his eyes lit up when he saw the ghost young man: "Are you Xiaobai? Why are you here so late? I thought you made an appointment and then didn't come."

The ghost young man scratched his head and explained sheepishly: "It was my first time here and I got lost..."

"Ah Shao, the evangelist No. [-], has done too much dereliction of duty. How can he let a pilgrim who comes for the first time just come?" Xiao Fat muttered and complained, picked up a pen and drew on the word "Xiao Bai" on the roster. He made a circle and said, "You are the last pilgrim today, come in quickly!"

(End of this chapter)