CHAPTER 420: CHAPTER 418: MOONCAKE DICE GAME

"Mr. Lucky Fox... Did it hit someone?" Seeing the nearly five and a half-pound alloy book crash into a house, Lin Shu was startled, fearing it might have killed someone.

"No worries, the kid is very happy." Mr. Lucky Fox waved his hand and said, "He said he wanted to read happily, so now he should be quite happy, just that his hand is a little sore..."

Lin Ying & Lin Shu: "......."

Earlier, they were puzzled why Mr. Lucky Fox nailed bills to a book, but now they understood.

Turns out a kid next door was feeling down, murmuring complaints that Mr. Lucky Fox overheard.

Upon learning the truth, the corners of Lin Ying’s mouth twitched slightly, showing a complex mix of laughter and helplessness, then she sighed.

What Mr. Lucky Fox did might have seemed a bit absurd, but if it had happened a bit earlier, Mr. Lucky Fox and her quirky little Lin Si would have been the rascally street kids of Changxi Town.

Seeing Mr. Lucky Fox’s quirky acts of kindness, Lin Ying recalled some equally amusing memories.

"Let’s go, let’s continue strolling and see which kid still has dreams——"

Xia Dong, always a coveted place for immortals, had a habit of confiding in the divine during challenges, as this place had long been plagued with calamities like typhoons and earthquakes that were beyond human control.

When faced with unbeatable forces, it’s natural for people to imagine a divine savior in their hearts.

Heroes who stood up amongst the masses to oppose the unyielding catastrophes were venerated after their demise, gradually becoming cultural ancestral deities in Xia Dong.

They enjoy speaking from the heart.

Mr. Lucky Fox enjoys them.

"It’s already 29 points, just one more to go." Moving joyfully with Lin Ying and Lin Shu as they strolled around Changxi Town, they had unknowingly arrived near a small farm produce market.

Perhaps because the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, at the farm produce market, many stylishly dressed men and women could be seen entering a tea wholesale store asking the shopkeeper about specific tea leaves.

Also.

Occasionally, the wish list would refresh with some desires about meeting parents and matchmaking.

Seeing the wish to meet prospective in-laws.

Ansheng’s expression turned peculiar, as if he could already foresee the unlucky fate awaiting the prospective grooms.

Money isn’t the point.

Character matters most, and character needs to be tested, the old ones can be particularly ruthless.

They might serve a plate full of shells without any nuts for you to peel slowly, or offer a platter of purely sour and bitter olives that could frustrate anyone to explosion.

Recalling something, Ansheng suddenly chuckled, letting out a peculiar cooing sound, prompting Lin Ying to side-eye Mr. Lucky Fox with a puzzled look, but she saw nothing around.

"Mr. Lucky Fox?"

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing, just thought of some matchmaking jokes." Ansheng shook his head but didn’t specify what the jokes were.

He had gone on blind dates before.

The reasons for failure were all over the place, some because entering with the left foot was seen as unlucky, some due to incompatible zodiac signs and numerology, or even being perceived as too stable and unambitious due to his surname being An.

But ultimately, the root cause of failure was work-related instability.

Which father-in-law would want to see his daughter spend at least half a year alone like a resentful wife in twelve months? If things go well, it’s fine, but if something goes wrong, they’d come knocking.

For some blind date failures, Ansheng’s colleagues would nonchalantly pat his shoulder and laugh, saying:

"Hey! It’s just another failed blind date, isn’t it?"

"Why be upset? Didn’t the textbooks say even a skillful housewife can’t cook without rice? Our ancestors have already pointed out the bright path: no rice, no cooking, but with rice, we’re skillful housewives, cooking until smoke billows!"

While speaking, they’d swipe the lotus kept in Ansheng’s pocket meant as a tip.

But Ansheng didn’t let them off, swiping their lighter in return.

...

"Come on over! Make any purchase in the store and win a BMW X5 for a month’s use by winning the dice game!"

"Win the Scholar’s Flower and you can win a luxury car!"

Upon entering the farm produce market, Ansheng noticed many shops were offering limited-time Mid-Autumn Festival games in Xia Dong.

The rules of the dice game are simple: toss six dice into a large bowl, matching patterns and numbers correspond to civil service exam rankings from the Qing dynasty era.

Among many stores, one that appeared to specialize in retail fruit had a loudspeaker by the door proclaiming the dice game’s grand prize could win a luxury car.

The crowd gathered in front of the shop.

After all.....

Any purchase allowed participation in the dice game for a chance at winning a car for a month and there was no limit on number of purchases, with enough lighters, you could always roll a winning combination.

"Does Mr. Lucky Fox want to join the dice game too?"

Due to the asphalt road being hot on the feet, Ansheng nestled into Lin Ying’s arms, keeping a watchful eye on the fruit shop, Lin Ying noticed Mr. Lucky Fox’s change in mood and asked him.

"No..."

"I don’t want to play the dice game." Ansheng shook his head, smiling, "I want to help everyone!"

"Lin Ying, take me over there, Mr. Lucky Fox is about to bless everyone with luck, win big bread from the store!"

In terms of luck, Ansheng was quite confident, except when held by Tang You where he’d lose his touch, at other times he was practically an undefeated general.

He wasn’t interested in luxury cars.

But many people likely were.

"Sure!"

With those words, Lin Ying carried Mr. Lucky Fox and headed toward the fruit shop.

A sudden idea sparked in Lin Shu’s mind as if she remembered something, she helped to shout: "Don’t squeeze Mr. Lucky Fox, everyone, my sister brought him out for good luck...."

"Oh, sorry!"

Hearing Lin Shu’s shout and words, the crowd nodded understandingly.

A white fox?

Those familiar with Taoist deities understood its turn of fortune.

Then.

Ansheng’s wish list began to flood.

Totally disregarding the divine nature, treating Mr. Lucky Fox like a Doraemon instead.

"Come here!"

Ansheng cooed to a young lady beside him, happily raising his paw and patting her:

"Go ahead! Mr. Lucky Fox has buffed you up."

"And you, the seasoned one, come here, Mr. Lucky Fox will buff you too, go and play the dice game."

"Huh?"

The girl pushed by Mr. Lucky Fox was baffled at first, but quickly gained confidence as if realizing something, took two steps forward, and approached the dice bowl with her phone in hand:

"Boss! I’ll buy a lighter, not wind-proof, just the one-dollar kind."

"Sure thing!" The girl scanned the code, grabbed the six dice from the bowl, and threw them.

Everyone fixed their gaze.

Inside the dice bowl, there were four red four-spots and two red one-spots.

"Whoa!" exclaimed the shopkeeper receiving the payment, unable to hold back a shout.

And the onlookers also collectively gasped.

"...She really rolled a Scholar’s Flower!"

"Whoa! Mr. Lucky Fox is amazing!" The girl’s eyes widened instantly, she had only ever managed to roll a Four of a Kind to earn a free beef noodle soup back home or at shops.

Getting a Scholar’s Flower is truly rare, extremely rare.

"Mr. Lucky Fox, how marvelous!"

She gazed at Mr. Lucky Fox, clasping her hands in gratitude.