Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Old Liao clapped his hands helplessly: "I know it!"

Wang Haitao also sighed.

"We can only contact each other by letter, which means that the place is very remote, right? It's the New Year, and everyone basically takes money home, maybe..."

"I told you not to be a pessimist." Old Liao glared at him.

Wang Haitao helplessly: "If there is really a robbery and murder, it's not something I can stop without being a pessimist. Besides, this must have happened a long time ago. What does it have to do with me?"

Old Liao pushed him aside: "Go away, don't get involved with me, it's bad luck."

Wang Haitao: "???"

The woman on the other end stiffened when she heard Su Chen's voice.

But she quickly took a few deep breaths and adjusted herself.

"Master, then, when will you come back in the first month?"

Obviously hoping that his son was still safe.

Su Chen shook his head: "I won't come back in the first month."

The woman's eyes went dark and her body swayed.

When she was about to faint, she heard Su Chen sighing, "He was caught for robbery. Not to mention the first month of the year, he won't be back for several years!"

Old Liao: "???"

Wang Haitao: "!!!"

The woman was surprised: "My son is not dead? It's good that he is not dead, it's good that he is not dead."

"Sister, your son robbed..."

The woman snorted lightly: "What's wrong with robbery? My son must have his reasons."

She quickly took out 20 yuan and slapped it on the table.

"Just count your life, why do you care so much?!"

Then she stood up, glared at the people around him fiercely, and hurried away in high heels.

Wang Haitao took two steps back to Old Liao.

"I have a bad mouth?"

Old Liao laughed: "Well, Xiao Wang, do you want to eat steamed buns?"

"Eat!"

Wang Haitao took two without hesitation, and Old Liao, who was distressed, covered his chest.

Su Chen just put the money away, and saw a white shadow rushing over, raised his hand to catch it, and crushed it.

Wang Haitao took a bite of the steamed bun: "You know what, Lao Liao's steamed buns are so delicious!"

Lao Liao immediately put down his hand covering his chest after hearing this, and he raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "This is nonsense, who in the whole street makes steamed buns better than me? I'm second, no one dares to say I'm first, right?"

Wang Haitao made a face at him.

He turned around and ate the steamed bun in a few bites, and asked Su Chen: "Let's go to eat?"

"Haven't you eaten?"

Su Chen remembered that he took Zheng Heng to the cafeteria and said he wanted to drink.

At this moment... he still smelled of alcohol.

"Hey, that Zheng's mouth is like a stone, I poured a bottle of Erguotou and couldn't pry it open," Wang Haitao explained in a low voice with grievance, "I also want to find out what the exorcism team did before."

Su Chen didn't pick up his words, his expression was indifferent: "Wait a little longer."

"Is there anyone else coming? Who is it?"

It was Zhong Hongqi who came.

His face was bruised and swollen. If it weren't for the yellow hair, no one would have recognized him.

He sat down in front of the stall and stuck out his neck: "Do you... have amulets?"

Su Chen nodded at him.

"There are 20 and 100 pieces. Which one do you want?"

Zhong Hongqi's pig-headed face was tangled for a while. He put his hand in his pocket and touched it again and again, and finally stuck out his neck: "I'm not a nouveau riche. 20 pieces, four."

"Don't save the capital? You bet six out of ten to win tomorrow night."

Zhong Hongqi glared at Su Chen: "What are you talking about? Are you going to sell the amulet or not?!"

"Sell, wait a minute."

Su Chen drew it neatly and looked at his expression carefully when he handed it to him.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a fight?!" Zhong Hongqi threw the money to him, stood up and ran, then ran into the crowd.

Lao Liao walked over in disbelief.

"This kid... is he really the one who was lucky in the past?"

After getting Su Chen's affirmation, he scratched his head: "He didn't make a fortune?"

Su Chen laughed.

"He did."

"...Ah?" Lao Liao was puzzled, "He got rich, so he wouldn't be so proud? Still like this?"

Su Chen didn't explain.

Zhong Hongqi went to the hospital and snorted when he saw the people in the ward.

After shyly dividing the amulet, he found an excuse to go home and bring toiletries to his mother and slipped away.

Zhong Hongqi returned home, threw himself on the bed, subconsciously turned sideways to find a comfortable position, and his hand touched a hard object.

He got up suspiciously, lifted the pillow, and saw a red envelope lying underneath.

It was bulging.

After a moment of stunned, Zhong Hongqi slowly opened the red envelope.

There were five hundred-yuan bills and a small note quietly lying inside.

"New Year's money."

He recognized the handwriting, it was from his sister.

"Who wants your filthy money!" Zhong Hongqi angrily pretended to tear the money, paused, and then put it away like a treasure, grinning, "Tomorrow night, I'll try it!"

"If that master doesn't allow it, I'll overturn his stall!"

Su Chen and Wang Haitao came back from dinner and clearly felt that there were fewer stalls on Chunming Street.

A Biao threw an apple to each of them.

"Everyone basically set up their stalls until today. In the remaining time, they cleaned the house and bought some New Year's goods, and waited for the New Year's Eve dinner."

Boss Zhao also came.

After taking Beibei, he showed Su Chen three sets of red and bright little skirts.

"Master, which one do you think is beautiful?"

Su Chen: "..."

"One set a day, Beibei is beautiful, the skirt is beautiful, and it looks even better when matched."

This touched Boss Zhao's heart.

He smiled and scratched his head: "I think so too. It's boring during the Chinese New Year. I can make a few more sets of clothes for Beibei. One set a day is definitely no problem."

This time Wang Haitao gave a thumbs up.

Boss Zhao did not come empty-handed. When he left, he handed the bag he was carrying to Su Chen. Su Chen untied it and took a look. There were four toys.

"That's quite thoughtful." A Biao took a look and said happily.

It's quite thoughtful, but five children can't have no toys just because Ayun is young, right? Su Chen hesitated, borrowed Aunt Li's paper and scissors, and made a small windmill for the little guy.

"Everyone has gone home, and I'm closing the stall too."

"Brother Biao, help me prepare paper and pen tomorrow, I'll write Spring Festival couplets."

"No problem."

Wang Haitao immediately raised his hand: "Write Spring Festival couplets? I can do that too, let's do it together tomorrow!"

Su Chen still left A Biao's house. Not long after he left, Xu Yuan returned to the barbecue restaurant exhausted.

Just after he sat down, someone walked slowly to his side and whispered something in his ear.

Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

The man shook his head slowly.

"Send someone to get some information in the evening."

"Okay."

Su Chen returned home and found Huang Shaowei.

He greeted him and was pulled aside by Liu Chunhua.

"Ah Chen, go back to your father-in-law's house. I guess A Ting should have gone back to recuperate after the baby is born."

Su Chen was not surprised and nodded with a smile.

He went over and asked Huang Shaowei: "Are you here to pay back the money? Does your family agree to pay for it together?"

Huang Shaowei was embarrassed by this.

He laughed dryly twice, looking very uncomfortable, but still nodded.

"Yes, it was paid by the whole family."

Old Man Su saw through it but didn't say anything. Su Chen was also willing to be a good person: "That's good, then have a meal at home before going back."

"No, no need." Huang Shaowei waved his hand hurriedly, "I, I want to go back early, uh... take care of, yes, take care of A Ting, she is in confinement, I want to go back early..."

Su Chen didn't force him to stay, let alone send him off directly on the ghost road.

Watching Huang Shaowei's body disappear on the mountain road, he shook his head helplessly.