Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

When Zhen Qian saw Jiang Fuyuan again, there was a tall and majestic man beside her, while the black cat at her feet was dejected, as if she had done something wrong and been punished.

Zhen Qian didn't have time to care about the mood of an animal. She stepped forward and said happily: "Xiangu, Mei Yong is awake!"

Hearing this, Jiang Fuyuan became more convinced that Zhen Meiyong's strange narcolepsy was caused by the fog. The fog was eaten by the steamed buns, and Zhen Meiyong got rid of the control and regained consciousness.

She lowered her eyes, bent down and touched Pixiu's smooth fur: "You did a good job, let's continue next time."

Steamed Bun was stunned for a moment when he was suddenly praised. Then he raised his head, raised his chest, and meowed proudly.

"I am indeed the best!"

Zhen Qian couldn't understand the black cat's meow, so she smiled and invited Jiang Fuyuan to sit in the house and take a look at Zhen Meiyong's condition.

When Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng walked into the house, they saw Zhen Meiyong sitting by the bed, playing a rattle to entertain their daughter.

Hearing the movement at the door, the whole family turned their heads at the same time. Zhen Meiyong's eyes lit up: "This is Mu Xiangu, right? My wife told me just now that it was Xiangu who saved me."

He wanted to stand up and salute, but his legs, which had been lying for a long time, were weak and weak and could not support him to complete this difficult action.

Zhen Meiyong blushed in embarrassment: "It's so rude. Look at me... oh, it's so rude..."

"It's okay." Jiang Fuyuan walked up to him and signaled that he didn't need to be polite, "How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Zhen Meiyong smiled naively: "It's not uncomfortable at all. In fact, if my wife hadn't said that I slept for less than half a month, I would have thought that I only slept for one night."

Except that he woke up feeling like he didn't have much energy, everything else was just like when he woke up in the morning.

Zhong Lianfeng walked to Jiang Fuyuan and asked, "Then do you remember if anything strange happened before you fell asleep?"

Zhen Meiyong glanced at him, and was secretly shocked by such a heroic man. Compared with his weak and weak body, he suddenly felt a little inferior and his voice lowered a few degrees.

"There's nothing strange. I remember that I wanted to cut a little doll for Tangtang. I felt very sleepy while doing it, and then I fell asleep..."

He paused, remembering the unfinished toy, and turned to ask Zhen Qian: "By the way, where is my doll?"

Zhen Qian was confused: "What puppet? You were holding a wooden knot in your hand before you fell asleep."

"Muqiao..." Zhen Meiyong was stunned for a moment, and then became depressed again.

Yes, how can he still be called a doll when he looks so ugly? He really lives up to his name, and he doesn't make sense in anything he does. It's really useless.

Heaving a heavy sigh in his heart, Zhen Meiyong thought dumbly that it was better to be in a dream. In the dream, he could hold the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the sea. His wife and daughter looked at him with full admiration...

Oh, what a sweet dream.

"Well, is this what you're talking about?" Zhen Qian took out a palm-sized piece of wood from a box on the side and handed it over, "I saw that you were holding it even when you fell asleep. I thought you were going to give Tangtang Yes, I will put it away."

Not only did she put it away, but while she was waiting for Zhen Meiyong to wake up, she polished the wood and applied wax oil to dry it in the air. At this time, the wooden block's tentacles were lubricated and it was already a qualified toy.

Zhen Meiyong stared blankly at the finished wood, her nose sore: "Madam, I..."

He didn't know what to say for a moment, he just felt that no matter how beautiful the dream was, it was still not as good as reality.

After Zhen Qian complained half-seriously, "Look at how stupid you are," she put the wood into her daughter's hand.

The baby's fleshy hands could barely grasp the wooden block and waved it around happily, seemingly satisfied with this abstract toy.

"Isn't that great?" She smiled and poked her daughter's chubby cheek teasingly, eliciting a series of giggles unique to babies, "Tangtang likes the toys you made very much."

Zhen Meiyong's eyes were moist, and she wanted to laugh and cry. She held it in for a long time before she laughed out loud, and a big snot bubble appeared by the way.

Zhen Qianshi: ...This unlucky thing.Let the two men play by themselves. She looked at Jiang Fuyuan and then outside. Jiang Fuyuan understood and walked out of the house with Zhong Liefeng.

Zhen Qian followed closely and walked out. She turned around to make sure that Zhen Meiyong and her daughter could not see them, and then lowered her voice and asked, "Xiangu, do you still have the talisman you gave my daughter just now?"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "There is a peace talisman."

She took a lot with her before going out.

Mrs. Zhen Qian beamed: "Can you sell me some of that talisman? I want to put it on both Mei Yong and Tangtang, and oh, by the way, Sanlang too."

The family's population is small. Although Mr. Zhen has three sons, the second son's family, that is, Zhen Bai's room, is no longer there. The Zhen family consists of her, Zhen Meiyong, Tangtang and Zhen Sanlong, a total of four people. As the only female elder, she had to think more about her family.

Jiang Fuyuan took out a handful of talismans from his sleeve and clicked out all the peace talismans.

"There are ten in total. For Zhen Bai's sake, I'll give you a discount. Let's count it at 100 taels."

Seeing that Zhen Qian's family liked it, and that Zhen Bai, the ghost guest, was pious, Jiang Fuyuan generously offered a super low price at a [-]% discount.

"Hey, okay!"

Mrs. Zhen Qian quickly took the peace talisman with both hands and thanked her repeatedly. Just as she was about to turn around and go back to get the silver to pay for the talisman, she paused and asked in a low voice: "Xiangu, Xiaobai... is he... still in the world?"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Zhen Qian held the peace talisman tightly in her hand and said anxiously: "I wonder if Xiaobai can use this peace talisman? I want to wear one for him too..."

Jiang Fuyuan: ...You are quite creative in using peace charms on ghosts.

"Ghosts have no use for this."

After saying that, seeing the light in Zhen Qian's eyes darken, Jiang Fuyuan said calmly: "If you want him to live a better life, just go to his grave more often and burn some paper money and incense candles."

Ghosts eating incense, especially incense offered by relatives who are concerned about them, can give ghosts a considerable sense of satiety.

Mrs. Zhen Qian perked up and said quickly: "Okay, I thought I could burn it for him only during the holidays. Can I burn it for him on weekdays as well? Then I will burn it for him more often in the future!"

After thanking her again, she happily turned around to get the money, muttering as she walked: "Don't worry, Xiaobai. Auntie will go to the paper shop tomorrow to order two paper men for you, and one will make a big house for you." , I will be your little husband, so that other ghosts won’t laugh at you because you will be alone after you die..."

Zhen Bai, who was sleeping sprawled out in his grave, suddenly sneezed loudly, wiped his nose in a daze and muttered: "Can ghosts also get cold..."

After saying that, he twisted his body, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

Jiang Fuyuan collected the money, put animal training charms on all corners of Zhen's house, and then left with Zhong Liefeng.

Then they went to the homes of three other ghost pilgrims, but this time they didn't see the fog, and naturally they couldn't wake up their families.

After fulfilling the wishes of a few ghost pilgrims who were relatively easy to achieve, it was already dark and the few of them returned to Ke's house.

Uncle Zhao took advantage of their dinner time to hand over a bright red invitation.

Jiang Fuyuan didn't bother to look and asked directly: "Whose family does this belong to?"

Uncle Zhao: "The visitor said he belongs to Mr. Chi's family."

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows: "Asu is getting married? So soon?"

Uncle Zhao shook his head: "Madam, it's a housewarming celebration for Mr. Chi."