Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

There were mostly middle-aged and elderly people in the teahouse. The arrival of the woman made Ge Ping'an and the others take a second look. When they found Xiao Liu'er approaching to greet them, everyone also looked away.

Lao Song continued: "People's luck is good or bad, high or low."

"Luck has to be borrowed, and if it falls below the boundary between good and bad, everything will go wrong."

"The woman's man should be in trouble."

Huang Nansong nodded: "So her man was borrowed?"

"Yes and no."

Ge Ping'an touched his sleeping granddaughter: "Old Song, are you interested? Tell me quickly."

"As I said before, people's luck can be good or bad, even for a family."

"Actually, her whole family has been borrowed. Unfortunately, her male luck is low. After being borrowed, she will have bad luck again and again."

Old Song finished speaking slowly and took another sip of tea.

"The widow forcefully grabbed her man, saying that he was molested and wanted compensation from their family. Fortunately, the woman was tough. She immediately picked up the kitchen knife and asked the widow directly which hand the man touched. She wanted to use that hand. Chop it."

"Are you crazy? The victim is her man. She doesn't care, but she still wants to be ruthless?"

Ge Ping'an glanced at the person who spoke: "What do you know? This is manipulating."

"That's right," Lao Song smiled, "The widow was living a difficult life and tried every means to get some money and food from the villagers. She was not ruthless enough to beat or kill her. When she saw the woman raising a kitchen knife , grabbed her man’s left hand and was about to chop it, she was so frightened that she ran away, saying that she was wrong about the darkness.”

Everyone was happy.

"Isn't this widow too timid?"

"That's right, how dare you blackmail me like this?"

Ge Pingan urged: "What else? Lao Song, don't stop."

At the other end, Xiao Liuer chatted with the new woman for a while, moved a chair, apologized to Huang Nansong in a low voice, and asked him to move.

Seeing the woman sitting down, Xiao Liu'er brought her a few more packets of candied fruits and boiled water. Knowing that she was a spending guest, everyone took a few more glances and then looked at Lao Song.

Old Song cleared his throat: "Although the woman is just showing off, her mother-in-law is a loudmouth. She howled and said she wanted to kill her husband, which attracted the neighbors to watch the fun."

"The old Taoist priest was munching on the noodles while looking at the neighbors."

Lao Ji: "Is this someone who quietly started to take advantage of his luck?"

Old Song squinted.

"Do you think the old Taoist priest is a god? You can tell at a glance that their family is being blessed?"

"What's more, everyone was living a miserable life in those days, and it was normal to have low luck."

The woman opened a package of plums, picked one, put it in her mouth, and asked slowly: "Then how did he find it?"

Lao Song cheered.

"Isn't this a woman whose mother-in-law is unwilling to forgive her? In order to divert her attention, the old Taoist priest said that their family was not harmonious, maybe they were not compatible, and he said he wanted to settle matters with them."

"This calculation shows that the woman is destined to have a prosperous husband, and the man is also destined to be peaceful and gentle. The old Taoist thought about it and realized that this was not quite right. He calculated it carefully again and found that it was correct. That’s when I started to get suspicious.”

Lao Song said with emotion: "I'm telling you, if bad guys want to borrow luck, they use all kinds of methods. Guess what method they use to borrow luck?"

Huang Nansong shook his head honestly.

"Borrow money?" Lao Ji asked.

Ge Ping'an nodded: "Yes, I won't pay back the money I borrowed."

Old Song clicked his tongue and shook his head: "You guys, you definitely can't even think of it."

He looked around, gained enough attention, and then asked: "You know Baijiami, right?"

Ge Ping'an pouted: "Who doesn't know this? Our daughter begged for a hundred rice when she was one year old, and cooked it for the child to eat, so that the child can grow up safely and without any disease or disaster."

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

Not only do children ask for Baijiami when they are one year old, family members also ask for it when they are seriously ill for a long time. It is for the blessing of Baijia, hoping to be free from illness and disaster.

Therefore, whenever someone comes to ask for a hundred rice, most people will not refuse. After all, they only need a small handful of rice.

Lao Song looked at Ge Ping'an thoughtfully.

Ge Ping'an: "..."

He reacted.

"Can I borrow some luck if I ask for a hundred rice?"

"No, I really didn't have this idea at the time, really."

"If I knew Baijiami would borrow money, I would definitely not ask for it."

Lao Song waved his hand.

"The old Taoist priest said that if a person wants to borrow luck, any object can be called a medium."

"The money you mentioned, as well as clothes, fallen hair, and even the bricks and tiles in your house can all be used for loan."

"But to be borrowed, you have to be willing to be borrowed and take away what belongs to you."

"We can sew and mend the clothes, but they can still be used. If it doesn't work, we can tear them down and use them as rags and mops, right? Brick by brick, anyone who borrows them will feel weird, but Baijiami..."

Ge Ping'an: "That's really undefended."

Old Song nodded: "Yes, that family is undefended. The neighbor two yards away pitifully said that the old mother is seriously ill and wants a hundred rice to pray for blessings. Can you refuse?"

"Besides, that man did a full set when he was performing, and everyone in the village was begging for it."

Huang Nansong was curious: "Then how to find out the person who borrowed the luck?"

"This is too simple," Old Song chuckled, "The old Taoist priest said that people's luck can be seen. At that time, everyone's luck was not that good. If they had good luck, they could choose it at once. Come out and ask again carefully, and the person will reveal his clues."

The woman eating plums asked: "Did that man gamble?"

Old Song looked at her in surprise and gave her a thumbs up.

"The little girl guessed it right!"

"That man used to lose nine out of ten times when gambling, but now he can win a little bit almost every time, and he can buy cigarettes and alcohol frequently. The villagers have long suspected it, and the old Taoist priest revealed the clues as soon as he asked."

Huang Nansong scratched his head: "But Old Song, you said that even if we know about the borrowing of transportation, we can't prevent it. We don't know who went to gamble, let alone whether they won or lost."

Old Ji nodded.

"Old Song, you told this story, aren't you making us worry for nothing?"

Old Hong nodded: "I dare not throw away garbage in the future, what if someone borrows it to transport."

Old Song rolled his eyes.

"You are a bunch of pigs!"

"I said you have to be willing, it only counts if you agree."

Huang Nansong pondered for a while: "That means I can't borrow money to open the shop easily?"

Old Ji also became nervous: "Old Song, does accounting count? After all, accounting also took away things from my shop, and I was willing to let it be taken away."

Old Song's forehead was full of black lines: "Do you think I am an expert and know everything? If you don't understand, ask Taoist Su."

The woman was puzzled: "Taoist Su?"

She turned her head to look at Su Chen outside the window: "Is it him?"

Old Song nodded: "Yes."

Then he looked at the woman in surprise.

"Little girl, there are not many girls who like to drink tea these days!"

Not to mention, those who come to the teahouse specifically to drink tea.

Don't be drunkards with other intentions!

Old Song became alert.

"Where are you from?"

The woman met Old Song's gaze, spit out the plum pit, and pulled up the corners of her mouth.

"Did I say that I am a human?"