With the system in place, who would spoil your whole family?

In the past two days, Lu Manshu had been very upset and felt very depressed. Her milk supply was running low and Mengmeng was not full. She kept crying until late at night when she got home.

Su Jiandang and Song Yingxia felt annoyed when they heard their grandson crying, so they closed the door and didn't even come to look at him.

Su Jingchu who was sleeping in the living room was even more annoying. He was like a dead pig and no matter how much noise he made, he wouldn't wake up.

He also snores very loudly, even louder than the noise of children.

Lu Manshu walked up to Su Jingchu and slapped him in the face.

"Pa...", a loud applause broke the darkness of the night.

Su Jingchu was having a great dream when he was suddenly hit in the face and woke up immediately.

The slap was very strong, leaving five clear finger marks on his face, and his face was burning.

"Are you sick? Why are you hitting me?" Su Jingchu was angry at Lu Manshu because his dream was ruined.

When Song Yingxia and Su Jiandang heard their son's cry, they jumped up.

"Your snoring sounds like a train whistle, and your son is scared and crying." Lu Manshu shouted at Su Jingchu.

Song Yingxia defended: "Snoring is a very normal thing, why do you hit someone?"

It's this woman causing trouble again!

Su Jiandang: If it weren't for the fact that you just gave me a grandson, I would have wanted to beat you a long time ago.

"Humph! You even beat your husband. You've got a lot of guts."

Mengmeng started crying again, and Lu Manshu went back to the room to comfort his son.

At this time, Song Yingxia saw clearly the five finger marks on Su Jingchu's face and her gums trembled with anger.

Su Jiandang's face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Ding Dong! Hello, Master. The system has detected that you have angered your parents-in-law and husband. Among them, the anger values ​​of Su Jiandang and Song Yingxia have reached 30 points, and the anger value of Su Jingchu has reached 70 points. The total anger value of the three has reached 100 points. Congratulations, you will receive a reward. Do you want a cash reward or a gift?"

Lu Manshu has already deposited 400 million yuan into his bank card, so he is not short of money.

At this rate she's making money, she can lie down and rest right away.

What she hopes most now is that her children will grow up healthy and happy. If there is some magic pill that can make her children strong and healthy, she will get it at all costs.

"Hello, I would like to know what gifts can be exchanged?"

"Master, there is a magic pill. After the old man eats it, he will live longer. After the children eat it, they will be healthy, smart, and free from illness and pain. After the woman eats it, her appearance will return to the state of when she was 18 years old, and she will be forever young. After the man eats it, he will be strong and powerful like an ox."

This was exactly what Lu Manshu wanted. "Hello, I want this gift."

"Okay, Master, if I redeem this gift, 100 points can only be exchanged for two magic pills?"

Lu Manshu thought, two is fine, I will redeem two for the two children first, and then redeem a few for my younger siblings, parents and brother-in-law when I have points next time.

"Hello, I want to ask, should children take one pill or half a pill?"

"Master, children under ten years old can just take half a pill."

"Okay, please help me exchange the gift."

"Okay, Master, please check it carefully!"

When he woke up the next day, Lu Manshu found two meatballs in his pocket.

Needless to say, this is the magic pill she exchanged for her points.

Rourou and Mengmeng each ate half a pill, and Lu Manshu ate one pill, and they finished exactly two pills.

……

Last night, Mengmeng cried almost every hour. Su Jiandang was very worried about his grandson. After breakfast, he and Song Yingxia hurried to find a fortune teller.

The fortune teller gave Su Jiandang a piece of paper and asked him to write down the time of his grandson's birth.

The fortune teller took a look at the paper and then closed his eyes.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Su Jiandang asked anxiously, "Sir, do you think my child is a boy or a girl?"

Su Jiandang had another grandson, a person to carry on the family line. This was a matter of honor for the family, and he wanted to tell everyone in the world so that others would be envious and jealous.

The fortune teller closed his eyes and said, "It's hard to say."

Su Jiandang lost his smile and said, "Some masters are very good. They can tell whether it's a boy or a girl just by looking at the birth time and the horoscope."

The fortune teller's face was darker than the bottom of a pot, and Su Jiandang was mocking him for not being powerful enough.

Okay, you actually said that I’m not good enough, I must play a prank on you.

The fortune teller stretched out his right hand and counted on his fingers, "Your child will not live more than 100 days."

Su Jiandang trembled all over and fell off the stool.

He just had a grandson, and if his grandson didn't live past 100 days, he wouldn't want to live anymore.

Su Jiandang was so frightened that he was shaking all over and could not speak clearly.

"First...first...Sir, then...then is there any good...good way to...help my grandson live a long life?"

"There is a way." The fortune teller opened his eyes and looked at Su Jiandang.

After a few seconds, she saw that he didn't respond, so she counted with her fingers and said, "You were born on the first day of the new year and are difficult to take care of. Are you destined not to grow up?"

The fortune teller stopped talking after he finished speaking. Only then did Su Jiandang remember to give a red envelope.

He prepared two ten-yuan red envelopes before going out.

Su Jiandang took out one and handed it to the fortune teller. He took the red envelope, closed his eyes and touched it. The feel was different from that of a hundred-yuan bill.

Such a stingy person will only waste my time.

"You are destined to have many disasters, kid. I'm sorry, I can't do anything to help you. You should find someone else who is more skilled!" The fortune teller said this and was about to drive the person away.

Song Yingxia had long realized that this fortune teller was just trying to scare Su Jiandang.

No one wanted to help look after him, so she wanted to take him home.

Song Yingxia tugged at the corner of Su Jiandang's clothes and said, "Let's go!"

The fortune teller had seen that Song Yingxia didn't believe in him, and he muttered in his heart, "Please don't leave, or I won't be able to make any money!"

Su Jiandang shook off Song Yingxia's hand and said, "If you want to leave, go by yourself. Your grandson is in great trouble, and you act as if nothing happened. Is there any grandmother like you?"

The fortune teller determined that Su Jiandang was unwilling to leave, and he was reluctant to leave, so he drove Su Jiandang away, "You'd better leave!"

Su Jiandang asked the fortune teller, "Sir, saving a life is better than a seven-story pagoda. Please save my grandson?"

The fortune teller had Su Jiandang under his control. "You damned old man, who told you to be so mean just now? You actually said that I am not capable enough. Let me see how I will deal with you."

The fortune teller counted again and said, "There is a way, but..."

The fortune teller paused and said nothing.

Su Jiandang was smart this time. He took out another red envelope and put it in the fortune teller's hand.

The fortune teller touched the red envelope twice and found it was the same as before, not a hundred-dollar bill.

This miser wouldn't give a hundred-dollar bill unless he told him directly.

"The face value of these two red envelopes is too small. My ability is limited. These two small red envelopes can only help your grandson survive for a hundred days."

Su Jiandang thought to himself, this gentleman is quite capable. He knew the face value of my two red envelopes just by touching them. Since he is so capable, he will definitely be able to help my grandson.

Su Jiandang gritted his teeth, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it directly into the fortune teller's hand.

When the fortune teller saw the hundred-dollar bill, a smile finally appeared on his face.

"How about this! I'll give you a few sheets of yellow paper. When you go back, stick one sheet in every corner of the living room, and also stick one sheet on the head of your grandson's bed, door, and window. After that, no dirty things can get close to your grandson."

The grandson was finally saved! Su Jiandang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling proud that he had found a great man. Although the cost exceeded the budget, it was worth it to avoid disaster.

The fortune teller gave Su Jiandang seven pieces of yellow paper, and then he and Song Yingxia happily went home.