CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: THE OLD MAN WITH THE BAMBOO POLE

Furthermore, what she didn’t know was that on the same day, some uninformed, naive girl had said that pigs were so vicious, Uncle-Three wouldn’t be able to kill them.

It was because of this statement that Li Laosan’s proud career had come to an end.

The villagers were listening to Zhao Chunxiang, but she deliberately paused halfway, leaving them to eagerly ask for more.

"What did the fortune teller say? Is your Uncle-Three alright?"

Zhao Chunxiang couldn’t help but glance at Li Yanyan, who was sleeping in the carriage, and smiled.

"The fortune teller said my Uncle-Three must have offended some Immortal, which is why he’s facing this tribulation."

Zhao Chunxiang paused again after saying this.

The villagers grew anxious and hastily asked again, "How could that be? Could it be that your Uncle-Three has bad karma from butchering too many pigs?"

Others chimed in, "Could it be that Li Suisui’s bad luck hasn’t faded away yet? Did she become a vengeful ghost after her death, seeking revenge on Li Laosan and his wife?"

"Revenge? Didn’t Old Lady Li take special measures when she buried Li Suisui, ensuring she couldn’t become a ghost or reincarnate? How could she possibly seek revenge?"

Whenever Li Suisui’s death was mentioned, a trace of annoyance flickered across Zhao Chunxiang’s face. Damn it, how do these people always manage to drag the conversation to Li Suisui?

"Oh, honestly! That jinx is already dead, so why bring her up? Besides, the fortune teller said there’s a solution to my Uncle-Three’s predicament!"

Zhao Chunxiang quickly interjected, steering the conversation back on track.

"There’s a solution? What is it?"

Zhao Chunxiang raised her eyebrows, a proud smile playing on her lips.

"The fortune teller said that for my Uncle-Three to overcome this tribulation, he needs to invite someone with exceptionally good fortune to his house to stay and recite scriptures to pacify his soul."

"Oh, that’s simple enough! Isn’t your Yanyan famous around here for having such great fortune? Just have your Yanyan do it!"

"Exactly! My Yanyan stayed with her Uncle-Three all last night, reciting scriptures and praying for him. And this morning, her Uncle-Three woke up! The Doctor said there’s nothing seriously wrong anymore, so we came back."

Zhao Chunxiang said with a laugh, settling back in the carriage, ready to bask in everyone’s compliments.

Sure enough, a chorus of voices rose, praising Yanyan’s good fortune and filial piety.

Goudan’s mother, putting on her most fawning expression, bent over obsequiously. "Yanyan’s mother, my Goudan has a matchmaking viewing tomorrow. Could your Yanyan come over to our place for the day?"

Visit their house for a day? Of course, she could, but not without some sort of benefit, Zhao Chunxiang mused, sitting silently in the carriage as she considered her response.

Just then, Li Yanyan woke up, saying she needed to relieve herself.

Zhao Chunxiang let her out of the carriage, pointed to a nearby clump of bushes, and told her to be quick.

Goudan’s mother promptly volunteered to go and watch over her, practically acting like a servant to the four-and-a-half-year-old child.

Zhao Chunxiang was quite pleased with Goudan’s mother’s perceptiveness. If she’s willing to offer a small gift of silver, I’ll agree, she thought. Otherwise, I’ll just find an excuse to take my daughter to my maternal home tomorrow.

The crowd was so engrossed in their discussion that they failed to notice an old man, using a bamboo pole as a walking stick, slowly approaching them. The old man’s gaze was fixed intently on Li Yanyan as she returned from relieving herself.

"Alright, we should be heading home now. Goudan’s mother, we can talk about tomorrow’s matter tomorrow. Now that the jinx’s suppression is gone, our Yanyan’s good fortune is flourishing! There’s a whole queue of people wanting to benefit from her luck!"

Having said her piece, Zhao Chunxiang didn’t give Goudan’s mother a chance to reply, simply directing the carriage to move on along the path she indicated.

The old man, leaning on his bamboo pole, followed the carriage from a distance. Another suitable little one, he thought.

He hadn’t expected this. What he’d thought was a journey to escape disaster was turning out to be a path to riches!