After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 141

Mr. Zhang couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He got up, pushed Zhang Yu to the side of the bed, and lay down in the middle. He rustled his hand under the covers and found Mrs. Zhang's hand, whispering in a breathy voice, "Wife, I'm scared, Uncle Li..."

"Shh-"

Zhang's mother touched her lips with her index finger and glanced towards the door, clearly afraid of being overheard.

Mr. Zhang immediately shut his mouth and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. So he picked up his phone and started watching videos. He didn't know if the phone was listening to their conversation, but all the videos recommended to him today were of "Uncle Ying"!
He didn't want to watch it at first, but... his damn curiosity got the better of him!
It's actually quite addictive!

Chasing the female ghost in the banana grove, Mr. Zhang's heart was always in suspense!
After watching for an unknown amount of time, Zhang's mother had fallen asleep. Zhang Yu's snoring became more and more rhythmic, and his eyes were getting a little sore. He moved his eyeballs around, looking left and right at the ceiling. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but as he looked, he seemed to see Uncle Li's face on the ceiling. Just then, Zhang's mother's phone rang, startling Zhang's father so much that he seemed to tremble!
"Time to get up, make breakfast, and go to work."

Zhang's mother, still half asleep, turned off her alarm clock at seven o'clock sharp. Her hair was disheveled as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Getting up early was always a struggle, but today it was an especially difficult one.

Mr. Zhang works as a junior manager at a company, and Mrs. Zhang works in the company's finance department. The couple works from 8 am to 6 pm, with a two-hour lunch break and a fifteen-minute commute.

I get up at seven in the morning. If I have time, I make breakfast; if not, I eat out. But I made a reservation to cook porridge yesterday. Today, I was planning to fry an egg and stir-fry some vegetables for breakfast.

But now... she really doesn't dare to go out...

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?"

Zhang's mother originally wanted Zhang's father to go out and see if Grandpa Li was still outside, but she saw that Zhang's father's eyes seemed to be limping, glancing around randomly, sometimes looking to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes looking cross-eyed!

"I suddenly remembered that an old man in our village once said that glancing to the left or right can reveal ghosts. I'll give it a try!"

Zhang's mother: "It's fine if it's fake, but what if it's real?"

"Really... really, really? We know Uncle Li, we're old neighbors, living upstairs and downstairs. Would he really harm us?"

"That's hard to say. If ghosts could be like people, what would they be called ghosts?" Mr. Zhang choked on his words, "That's true..."

Mrs. Zhang: Are you going to work today?

"Let's go!" Zhang's father immediately stepped over Zhang Yu and jumped off the bed with vigor despite his old age: "If we both take a day off, we'll lose eight or nine hundred yuan in wages!"

Mr. Zhang works 2 days a week with alternating days off and 3 days a week. Without overtime pay, his salary is 12,000 yuan plus 3,000 yuan in performance bonus. Mrs. Zhang works 2 days a week with weekends off and her salary is 6,000 yuan.

What Mr. Li is worth losing eight or nine hundred yuan for!
Fear is one thing, but society generally agrees that the poor are the most terrifying!

With a burst of energy, Mr. Zhang opened the door. The living room was quiet, and the broken glass lay shattered on the floor.

"It seems that it's true that ghosts can't come out during the day. No wonder Uncle Li was so scared when the rooster crowed!"

Mr. Zhang had already assumed that the unknown thing struggling with him to push the door was Grandpa Li.

Zhang's mother: "What should we do tonight? Is he still at our house? This is our house, we can't just not go home!"

"Go to work first, and ask your colleagues if they know anyone in this field..."

"Didn't your son say that his classmate's sister is a master?"

"Let him ask too, let's all ask!"

Mr. Zhang started squeezing toothpaste and brushing his teeth. He had no appetite for breakfast at home today. The couple couldn't wait to go to work, leaving Zhang Yu alone at home to sleep.

(End of this chapter)