Chapter Three: Street Stalls and Divination, A Chance Encoun

ng Fan's house."Old woman, slow down!"Grandpa Li also immediately followed up.Yan Bin helped Yang Fan carry the basket off the car. Originally a full basket of loquats, now there was only half left.H...Fearing the 200,000 would run away, Yang Fan immediately returned to the company and completed his resignation procedures in just one hour.

The compensation of 200,000 yuan and the last month's salary were also transferred to her bank card at the first time. She cleared all the outstanding debts on credit cards, loans, and unpaid bills that the original owner owed.

After paying it back, she still had six thousand yuan left in her pocket. With so much money, she could eat for a while.

Yang Fan found a dish that suited her taste very well. As an Jiangxi person, she likes spicy food, and this body is also from Jiangxi.

In this day and age, with an abundance of goods and delicacies everywhere, if one has money, they can eat anything. For someone like her who loves to eat, it's simply paradise on earth.

Before, her master always taught her not to focus too much on her appetite and often restrained her from overeating. Now that no one is watching over her, she can eat as much as she wants.

Mapo Tofu, Water-boiled Fish, Kung Pao Chicken, Spicy Stir-fried Pork, Twice-cooked Pork… a table full of delicious dishes.

"Your order is now complete, please enjoy your meal."

She scooped a small spoonful of mapo tofu into her mouth, chewed, and her eyes grew brighter and brighter with each bite. It was delicious!

The fusion of smooth tofu and spicy sauce, numbing and fragrant, is a flavor she has never experienced.

Every dish amazed her with its flavor. She couldn't stop taking bite after bite.

In the end, she finished all six dishes and one soup, and even had two bowls of rice.

When it came time to pay the bill, the server was astonished. She hadn't expected such a thin girl to eat so much.

I spent over two hundred yuan on dinner, and I still have over five thousand yuan left.

"Ring ring…"

Yang Fan had just walked out of the restaurant when her phone rang in her pocket. She took out her phone and glanced at it, the note displayed "Landlord".

She had a strange feeling of foreboding.

As expected, the moment the phone was answered, a furious female voice boomed through the receiver.

"Yang Fan! Are you still living here or not I let you pay the rent later because I saw that it wasn't easy for a young girl like you in Jing City. It's been two months now, and if you don't pay the rent, just move out as soon as possible!"

Yang Fan: ...

Oh, I forgot. The original body hasn't paid the rent for two months.

After paying the rent, utilities and two months' worth of overdue rent, Yang Fan only had eight hundred yuan left.

Well, after all that back and forth, we've ended up right back where we started.

Yang Fan comforted himself, at least he had a good meal.

Making money is urgent. That night, she learned from others and set up a stall on the roadside. On an A4 paper, she wrote in calligraphy with a brush pen: "Master of Sanqing Palace, divination, one thousand yuan per divination." just a few words.

She originally intended to write ten thousand, but from the original owner's memories, she learned that the mystical arts in this world were discredited. Mysticism was viewed as feudal superstition, and many people didn't believe it. She could only grit her teeth and change the amount to one thousand.

She picked a random spot. To her left was a stall selling starch intestines, and to her right was a stall selling small jewelry. This fortune teller squeezed in between them; it just looked odd no matter how you looked at it.

And she only had one A4 paper in front of her, nothing else. She sat on a small stool waiting for customers.

She mainly chose this spot because of the nearby starch intestine stall. She hadn't even been sitting for long when she had already devoured three starch intestines.

The food in this world is so delicious!

There were many people around playing, everyone glanced at her A4 paper and then looked at her with an indescribable expression. No one spoke to her. Just as Yang Fan was eating her fifth starch intestine, the stall owner next door selling starch intestines curiously asked her.

"Little girl, what is this...!!!"

Suddenly, someone at the neighboring stall shouted out loud.

"The city management is here! Run away! The city management is here!"

Yang Fan hadn't heard what they were shouting, but *whoosh*, the stinky tofu vendor shoved a tray of stinky tofu into her hand and then *poof*, pushed his cart away.

It was as if something terrible was chasing them from behind, and the people selling wares scattered in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, only Yang Fan was left standing there.

Yang Fan was holding a package of starch intestines, looking bewildered. What kind of monster or demon had come

Two men in uniforms walked over and stood before her, "You can't set up a stall here, take it down quickly!"

Yang Fan blinked his eyes, quickly folded the A4 paper on the ground and put it in his pocket. He took another bite of the starch intestine, "I'm not setting up a stall, I'm just sitting here to cool off."

Two urban management personnel: "……".

Does this person think we are stupid

In these times, how many fake Taoists from the Sanqing Palace have they arrested

"No vending here, no resting under the shade, no littering paper on the ground, please leave immediately."

One key three connects, blocking Yang Fan's excuses.

Yang Fan: ... Alright, then I'll wait until you guys leave and then come.

She is so flexible and adaptable.

"Yang Fan" She stood up, and her whole face was exposed in the light. One of the city guards recognized her, "Are you Yang Fan"

Yang Fan was taken aback. "Do you know me"

He still didn't admit his mistake.

Li Yongkang smiled and pointed at himself, saying: "Me, Li Yongkang, I'm from the same village as you."

Yang Fan flipped through her past memories and remembered, this man was from the same village as her.

Yang Fan: "Yongkang, good evening."

Another colleague looked at Li Yongkang with a questioning look, "You really know each other"

Li Yongkang: Of course, I really know him!

"I heard from villagers before that you were working in the capital city. I didn't expect to meet you here," Li Yongkang said with emotion, "It's been years since we last saw each other."

"Well, it's been several years," Yang Fan said.

"I heard your uncle started a business back home," Li Yongkang's expression became hard to read, "Why don't you go back home and start a business with your uncle instead of doing this kind of..."

This is a feudal superstition scam.

As they were sisters from the same village, their relationship used to be quite good. Now that things have turned out this way, Li Yongkang feels a deep sense of melancholy.

Yang Fan didn't listen carefully to what he said afterwards, his attention was all on the sentence in front.

Her uncle started a business in their hometown! She is the rich second generation from a family business!!

If that's the case, what is she still struggling for outside Wouldn't it be better to go home and be a rich second generation

She was orphaned at a young age, and her father's family disowned her. She lived with her uncle, who was also her only guardian.

In my memory, that uncle was a great cook.

What are we waiting for, let's go home! I have to go back and see my dear uncle.

"I've been so busy with work these past few years that I haven't had time to go back and see my uncle."

Yang Fan looked at Li Yongkang and said, "Since we've met by chance, I'll give you a divination."

Li Yongkang: ""

"Don't ride a motorcycle for the next three days, otherwise you will have bad luck."

Li Yongkang and his colleagues:

After deciding to go home and live the carefree life of a rich second generation, Yang Fan contacted his landlord the next day to move out. With one cleaning trick, he made the entire room spotless and successfully returned his 1500 deposit.

She happened to have the money to buy a plane ticket back home.

You don't need to ride a spirit pet to fly in the air, which Yang Fan found very novel. Her position was right by the window, looking out at the azure sky, and she couldn't help but marvel.

Besides the air quality being worse and a lack of spiritual energy, everything else in this era is better than the world five hundred years ago.d blankly at Xiao Jing's gentle yet firm eyes, her eyes reddening, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.Tears are red.A ghost's tears are red when they flow from extreme sadness.Xiao Jing ra...