I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

As the saying goes, there is no place where people are buried in the loess. Houses in rural areas are often passed down from father to son, and it is even more common for people to die.

But everyone present knew that what Shang Qing was talking about was definitely not such a "common thing".

Xiao Pingtou was frightened and sent a message to his boss. He turned around and asked, "Master Shang, can you tell who is dead? How many are dead?"

Shang Qing frowned and did not answer. Instead, he walked straight towards an old man who was smoking and enjoying the shade under the tree next to him.

"Uncle, we want to buy some porcelain from Teacher Meng, but we are afraid that we are looking at the wrong place. Is this the place?"

The old man smiled and puffed on his pipe, "Look for Mr. Meng. Yes, it's that room, but you guys came at an unlucky time!"

Everyone was just about to ask what happened, when they heard the door on the other side move, and a man opened the courtyard door and walked out.

The man looked to be in his thirties, very thin, with neatly combed hair, but his head was lowered and his face could not be seen. He was wearing a perfectly ironed white shirt, which looked out of place in the khaki countryside.

Shang Qing and You Ziming looked at each other. You Ziming took a step forward, blocking the other's path, and raised a smile unique to a playboy, "Teacher Meng, you made it so hard for me to find you!"

He leaned over and blinked, "I heard that you burned those bowls at Fenghua Auction House? That boy Tan Fengyan bought one, and it was very loud. I gave you a lot of money, and you burned one for me, too. No, three, how about it?”

The man surnamed Meng was startled. After hearing his intention, he slowly relaxed. A trace of amusement appeared on his pale and gloomy face. He pretended to be modest and said: "It's an honor to be favored by you, but I'm going to the mountain now to collect some food." Material, let’s have a good chat when I come back.”

You Ziming sighed regretfully, "Okay, but you can't let me go."

The man nodded, "Definitely." He gave a slight greeting to Shang Qing and others beside him, and walked up the mountain with the bamboo basket in his hand.

He walked very slowly, with his back straight, and his posture was deliberately upright, making him look more and more different from the people around him.

You Ziming curled his lips and returned to Shang Qing and the others, "Pretending."

Cao Muxing rarely choked and agreed: "It's indeed a bit artificial. I stopped pretending like this when I was thirteen."

Shang Qing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked the old man, "Are you familiar with him?"

The old man took a few puffs of cigarette and said slowly: "We are neighbors. We have seen each other for several years without looking up. How can we not be familiar with each other?"

"His name is Meng Jianmin, and he is from Mengjia Village next door. This child has not had a mother since he was a child, and he has been living with his father. I heard that he was very good at studying in the past. Later, his father got seriously ill and spent all the family's money. No one was left."

"He was a young boy and couldn't earn his tuition, so he dropped out of school and worked part-time. Later, he was attracted by that girl Xiuhua, so Xiuhua's father told him, and he moved into Xiuhua's house."

You Ziming was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "Is he a bride-in-law? No wonder his surname is Meng. What about his wife?"

Uncle: "Xiuhua and he had a baby not long after they got married. It was not easy for two young people to raise a baby, and one person could not earn enough to eat. Meng Xiaozi was burning the kiln at home, and Xiuhua went out to work. In the first few years, he often I saw that girl send money back, but later the money ran out and no one came back. I heard there was someone outside? Alas, young people outside can learn bad things easily!"

Shang Qing was stunned for a moment, "What about their children?"

The uncle said: "At first, Xiuhua's father took her. Later, her father died of illness, so Xiuhua took the child away. Probably from that time on, that girl didn't plan to come back."

The old man said helplessly, with a hint of condemnation for the younger generation, but people who heard it suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Xiao Pingtou wiped his face and whispered: "Master Shang, do we want to follow him? What if he runs away..."

Shang Qing's lips curled up with a cold smile, "No, just wait here. The master will always come back."

Meng Jianmin was more familiar with the nearby mountains than his own backyard, and it took him more than an hour to reach an inaccessible place.

His only hobby in this life is to make porcelain. He had no way to make money from this hobby before. Now he can, he can make a lot of money! It's a pity that those who once despised him and spurned him can no longer see it.

Meng Jianmin came to a deep pit.

He dug this hole bit by bit from scratch. The color of the soil here is different from other places. The texture of the soil is very fine. The fired embryo is very light and thin, and the color is beautiful.

He put the bamboo basket aside and carefully put a handful of soil in it. Then he carefully picked out stones and dead leaves from inside. He was light-footed and a little innocent and happy, just like a child playing in the mud. His movement was a bit rough, and something slipped out of his neck, but he didn't care, just stuffed the thing in at will, and continued working.

He enjoys every process of firing porcelain, turning a handful of mud into a work of art, as if he is seeing himself reborn... He is willing to give everything for such a wonderful process.

Therefore, even if he just digs a basket of soil, he is willing to spend a day sifting through it.

The sun slowly slid towards the mountainside, and the sky began to darken.

Meng Jianmin didn't care, he just carefully sifted the fallen grass seeds in the soil.

However, in the woods less than two hundred meters away from him, stood a woman with a gloomy expression.

The woman was holding an expressionless child in her hand. The mother and son were facing Meng Jianmin's direction, staring hard...

Shang Qing and the others had a meal of authentic farm food at the enthusiastic fellow's house. When they heard the news from Meng Jianmin's house, it was already dark.

Meng Jianmin completely forgot that there were customers waiting for him. He was holding a basket full of soil, like a child who got a new toy, looking for a place to play with it carefully.

Shang Qing and the others watched helplessly as each other opened the door excitedly, then slammed it shut after entering, and the sound of locking came from behind the door.

You Ziming clicked his tongue twice and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

In front of the green door, reflecting the moonlight, two figures, one large and one small, suddenly appeared. The two of them looked at each other in front of the door and were about to pass through it.

At this moment, a yellow talisman flew over quietly, circled in front of the door, and flew over again.

In this back and forth effort, the two figures had disappeared.

Shang Qing raised his hand to catch the paper charm, looked left and right, and whispered: "Get in the car."

Everyone present listened to his words. They climbed into the car sneakily like kidnappers, and then all stared at the paper charm in Shang Qing's hand.

They chased Meng Jianmin for several days like walking a dog, and now they finally want to know the truth!

Shang Qing opened the paper talisman, and everyone looked at the big and small ones, and finally understood what he meant when he said "the master will always come back". He was not talking about Meng Jianmin at all.

The woman reacted first and protected her son behind her, "Who are you?"

Shang Qing said: "Dong Xiuhua?"

The woman was stunned, "Do you know me?"

Shang Qing shook his head, "I came after Meng Jianmin. Did he kill you? Can you tell me what happened?"

Dong Xiuhua first showed a sarcastic smile, "Chasing Meng Jianmin? Why, that beast hasn't learned well yet? He hasn't done any good things outside?"

Several masters were silent. They saw in Dong Xiuhua a kind of pinprick-like hostility unique to female ghosts.

Shang Qing sighed, "Meng Jianmin is not a good person, and it is understandable that you want revenge. But the truth should be known to the living. It doesn't matter if you have a reputation for cheating. Why don't you think about your children?"

Dong Xiuhua was stunned, lowered his head to look after the kid behind him, remained silent for a long time, and then said: "You are right."

Then she wrote lightly: "My story actually has nothing to say. It is one of the top ten mistakes made by stupid women. I used to think that I was just unlucky. After I learned to use a smartphone, I found out that People like me are everywhere."

"I met Meng Jianmin when I was seventeen. At that time, his father was not sick yet and he was still studying in school. Because he had good grades and liked to be clean, we, a group of old-fashioned schoolgirls, secretly regarded him as the object of our fantasies. Have a crush on him."

Dong Xiuhua said this very coldly.

"Although I had a crush on him, after all, I was young and didn't think about getting married or even falling in love with him. Later, I heard that his father was sick and he had no money to study and dropped out of school."

"Although my family could support me in school, my grades were not good and I didn't get into college, or even go to college. My dad was doing well in business at the time and said he would support me for the rest of his life. I spent three years in a stupid way. , when I was twenty years old, I met Meng Jianmin again, and he started chasing me."

"Let me think about how he chased me? Oh, just send some flowers and plants picked on the roadside, love letters written by myself, in short, some things that don't cost money." Dong Xiuhua sneered again, " I was so stupid back then.”

"Then it became very cliché. I fell in love with him and would not marry him unless I had him. My dad didn't agree at first, but he couldn't get over me, so he went to talk to Meng Jianmin once. I don't know what he said, but he agreed to marry me."

"After getting married... After getting married, we lived a good life for two or three years and had children. But Meng Jianmin became obsessed with making porcelain. In order to learn to make porcelain, he bought a lot of tools and built an earthen kiln by himself. Even I He quit all the substitute teacher jobs his dad found for him.”

"My dad didn't like him in the first place, and now he despises him even more. He started scolding him every day, saying that he was rubbish, irresponsible, and a softie. Later, they had a fight, and my dad had a heart attack, and he died. Save me."

Dong Xiuhua was silent, and finally an expression other than ridicule flashed across his face, which was sadness and hatred.

"After my father died, he seemed to suddenly feel that he was the head of the family? He stopped being cautious and obedient, and began to pursue his so-called hobbies more vigorously. He even spent the money for his children's kindergarten without knowing what to do with it."

"I have never suffered any grievance in my life, so I plan to divorce him."

Dong Xiuhua stopped here.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and Liu Fu asked cautiously: "So, that's why he killed you?"

Dong Xiuhua suddenly laughed again. She may have laughed too much in the first half of her life, so even if she was cut off at the waist in the second half of her life, she still had to laugh twice.

"The daughter-in-law who came to the door was just a flower, and the son-in-law who came to the door killed the whole family. Why didn't I believe it at the time?"