Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 50
One and two children sat on the roadside and ate candied haws.

Out of kindness, Jiang Fuyuan secretly drew a circle around her feet and threw a few hawthorns covered in crystal sugar juice into the circle when the kids weren't paying attention.

No one noticed that the hawthorn thrown into the circle disappeared instantly, as if it had been eaten by something.

"Mommy, the candied haws here are sweeter than those in Qingshui Town!" Xiaozai squinted his eyes, he was so delicious that he was so delicious.

The eldest cub licked the candy shell and nodded to indicate that his younger brother was right.

Jiang Fuyuan didn't answer, just smiled and watched them eat into two little tabby cats.

The autumn breeze is slightly cool, and the fine sunlight shines through the canopy of the trees on the mother and son, as if they are covered with a layer of golden gauze. Anyone who sees it will feel that this is a warm and beautiful scene.

Except for the random guy behind them.

Su Dabao had just been scolded by the shopkeeper for not throwing out the sewage used to clean the table in time. He cursed and carried the basin to the shop, and was about to pour it at the foot of the tree when he saw someone sitting there.

He was not happy, and he couldn't bear to see others being happy. He raised his hand holding the basin and poured a basin full of sewage towards Jiang Fuluan and the two Zaizai.

"Master, be careful!" The little fat man bowed and gathered the three of them under him.

The ghost body is invisible, so it is reasonable to say that this is a useless move, but Xiaopang did not think of this, it was a completely subconscious reaction.

The amazing thing is that this time half of the water was actually blocked by Xiaopang, and only the package on the ground was wet.

Jiang Fuyuan:! ! !My goods!

Su Dabao, who failed to achieve his goal, spat: "Bah, bad luck!"

Shaking away the remaining water droplets on the washbasin, he turned around and left without looking at the three people under the tree.

"Wait! You broke my stuff!"

Hearing Jiaohe behind him, Su Dabao paused, turned his head and said disdainfully: "What a rag, I even said you stained the wall of our shop."

Looking at the materials the mother and son were wearing, it was obvious at first glance that they were not from Jiudian. Su Dabao felt that it was a reward for him to be willing to talk to them.

He raised his chin proudly and tapped the big stone under Jiang Fuyuan's butt: "This is also something from our shop. If you are sensible, get out of here or we will charge you."

These big stones were left over from the renovation of the shop a while ago. Su Dabao was lazy and didn't want to move out of the city, so he moved them under the tree next to the shop. Strictly speaking, they did belong to Hu Ji Bu.

Jiang Fuyuan narrowed her eyes dangerously, stared at Su Dabao's pockmarked face, and said word by word: "Either pay for my goods, or..."

She raised her right hand to reveal her talisman fan and shook it: "You choose a way to die."

Seeing her hand full of talismans, Su Dabao's eyebrows jumped.

Is this little lady a Kun Dao?

But Kun Dao in Jingzhou is all affiliated with the Dao Palace. When going out, four people are not carrying the sedan chair, and eight people are accompanying them. How can they sit in the corner wearing burlap clothes?Maybe this person is showing off his power here under the guise of Kun Dao.

Thinking of this, Su Dabao gained confidence again. He looked Jiang Fuyuan up and down with a pair of rat eyes, taking in all her exquisite curves. He showed a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth and said: "Fake Kun Dao is a capital crime. If you don't want to, little lady, If you die, just call me good brother and come and listen~ Maybe brother, I will..."

Snapped.

A yellow talisman was accurately attached to Su Dabao's forehead.

In an instant, Su Dabao's eyes went dark and he couldn't see anything.

"You, what did you do to me!?"

He tried hard to open his eyes, but it was still dark.

Su Dabao threw away the basin and groped his face with both hands, trying to tear off the thing attached to his forehead, but no matter how he groped, his hands could not touch his head, as if his head was no longer on his neck. .The movement in the corner attracted curious eyes. After a while, there were several circles of people watching the fun on the roadside.

Su Dabao was in a panic, spinning around like a headless fly, shouting "Head, my head" in a stern voice, squeezing his left foot with his right foot, and fell on all fours with an ouch.

The crowd suddenly emitted various sounds of exclamation, laughter, and whispers, intertwined with each other.

"Let it go, let it go! What happened?!"

A middle-aged man with a fat belly squeezed through the crowd. It was Hu Dequan, the shopkeeper of Huji Buzhuang.

Just now, he was working on the abacus in the shop, muttering to himself about how it took Su Dabao a long time to pour a basin of water, when he suddenly noticed a crowd of people next to his shop, and listened to the faint wailing of his waiter from the crowd.

"Damn it, this guy Su Dabao won't cause trouble for me again, will he?"

When I came over to take a look, it turned out that one of the protagonists of the crowd was his incompetent boy.

After all, Su Dabao was also an old employee of Hu Ji Buzhuang. Seeing him howling and rolling on the ground covered in mud, Hu Dequan couldn't bear it. He stepped forward to suppress Su Dabao's flailing arms, raised his head and said to Jiang Fuyuan : "Young lady, I don't know why my guy offended you. Can you please take it for my sake, Mr. Hu, that we can have a good talk if we have anything to say?"

Jiang Fuyuan snorted coldly: "He destroyed my goods and won't pay for it."

Smelling the familiar scent of Hood's body, Su Dabao seemed to have found a backbone, holding the shopkeeper's arm and arguing tremblingly: "Shopkeeper, don't listen to her nonsense, I just poured water and splashed some rags, and she wanted to Blackmail! Shopkeeper, please tear the thing off my head, this bitch doesn’t know what she put on me, I, I can’t see it!”

Hu Dequan looked down and saw that there was indeed a cinnabar-yellow talisman affixed to Su Dabao's forehead.

"This..." He hesitated for a moment, and just as he reached out to tear it apart, Jiang Fuyuan's cool voice came.

"I advise you to think carefully before taking action. If you don't get it in the right way, this... good brother will be blind for the rest of his life."

Crowd: ...What a weird and eccentric good brother.

Jiang Fuyuan's words were full of threats. Hu Dequan stretched out his hand towards Fu Zhuan, paused, and then retracted it honestly.

After a brief silence, he said with a sincere expression: "I don't know how much of the little lady's goods have been destroyed. Please point it out, and Su Dabao is willing to compensate according to the price."

Su Dabao:...

Why is he willing to pay compensation according to the price?He only earns a few cents a month, how can he compensate others?

Su Dabao wanted to say something, but Hu Dequan pinched the soft flesh of his armpit. Hu Dequan lowered his voice and threatened: "Shut up if you don't want to be blind! If you don't want to live, I still have to do business!"

Su Dabao was silent.

Jiang Fuyuan put away the talisman fan in his hand with satisfaction, opened three bags on the ground, pointed at the wet goods and accused: "Look, all my goods are destroyed."

Everyone looked at the small bronze tripod with dripping water, the tall wine vessel, the earthen pottery... These things are not afraid of water, and they can be used without delay after drying. If the damage is more serious, it is the innermost one. The painting looks as if the corners have been soaked and are a little curled.

Seeing Hu Dequan's relieved look, Jiang Fuyuan frowned dissatisfied: "These are all antiques, each one is worth thousands of gold."

Hu Dequan: ...You are blackmailing, right?

Hu Dequan carefully picked up the small bronze tripod and looked at it carefully against the sunlight.

The workmanship is good and the details are very good. If it weren't for the wrong red rust on it, he might have been deceived.

Hu Dequan carefully put down the small bronze cauldron and said after careful consideration: "My lady, your stuff is pretty good, but it doesn't taste like it. It's not even antique. Is it imitated in recent years?"

Businessmen in Jiudian always like to talk about something elegant, and antiques are one of them. Hu Dequan thinks he knows a little bit about the ways here.

Pointing to the little traces of red rust on the small bronze tripod, Hu Dequan smiled knowingly: "Here, you can do more rust next time to make it more realistic."

(End of this chapter)