The old Taoist still did not take it, but took out a small notebook with "Certificate of Ordination" written on the outside. When he opened it, there was a name written in brush inside, and most importantly, there was a red round seal in the lower right corner.

The old Taoist priest said to Qi Xiaojian sternly, "I am a disciple of Taoist Master Jingming. I have practiced with my master for fifty years. How can I be compared to those fortune tellers you think I am?!"

Qi Xiaojian didn't expect that a stinky Taoist priest would actually have a certificate, and he didn't dare to say a word for a long time.

At that time, things with stamps were very impressive. The villagers watched from afar, and the original seven or eight points rose to eight or nine points.

The old Taoist priest looked at Zheng Guixiang and said sternly, "Donor, this divination today is worth a thousand gold coins. It is definitely not worth your small amount of money."

Zheng Guixiang was a little nervous and asked tentatively: "Then...how much do you think is appropriate, old Taoist priest?"

Old Taoist priest: "At least a thousand times."

The onlookers gasped: "That's a dollar. Are you crazy trying to cheat me out of it?!"

When it comes to money, especially such a large amount, everyone has different ideas.

Zheng Hanqiu couldn't help but glare at Zheng Juzi, asking with his eyes: Isn't the person you invited too greedy?

She is not Zheng Guixiang. Even if you didn't know it before, you can now guess that this person was invited by Zheng Juzi.

Zheng Juzi signaled her not to rush.

The old Taoist priest said calmly, "Don't worry, benefactor. Today I said that I will not take any money for this good relationship, so naturally I will not ask you for a single cent. When what I said comes true in twenty years, you can decide whether to give it or not."

So now we don’t need money? With this reversal, everyone’s original 8 or 9 points turned into 10 points.

Who knows what will happen in 10 years? The old Taoist priest looked quite old, and it was unknown whether he could live that long. yuan was not a small amount of money. If ordinary people could give one or two yuan, it would be good. The old Taoist priest actually offered to wait for years, and everyone thought it was true.

The old Taoist priest continued, "You don't have to wait that long. I see from your two daughters' faces that they must have been close to people with the surname Qi. There are still people with the surname Qi around them from time to time. If you can keep these people away from your children, your family will surely have a top-ranked daughter in the imperial examination within two months!"

Female champion?!

Everyone in the village was excited. There was no other reason for this. All other things were inferior except reading. In the minds of the villagers, those who could read were the reincarnation of Wenquxing, and those who could be called "the top scholar" were the best at reading.

At this time, the status of college students cannot be compared to having money.

It’s not difficult to verify it in just two months.

"Yes, Old Four, aren't your two daughters going to junior high school soon?"

"If your family really wants to produce a female champion, then the words of this old Taoist priest can be trusted."

Amidst everyone's chatter, the old Taoist priest waved his sleeves, didn't ask for a penny, drank a bowl of water, and left.

If we don't charge money here, there must be someone over there who will give. Zheng Hanqiu asked in a low voice: "How much are you giving?"

Zheng Juzi was a little frustrated: "What I said is, I will give five times what Dad gives me."

That's 50 yuan, right? No wonder the old Taoist priest left so casually.

Zheng Hanqiu patted his sister's shoulder sympathetically and comforted her: "This money is worth spending."

What was 50 yuan before? Now she sets up a stall once every five days and can only make more than 5 yuan each time. "I still feel bad."

"It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt. I'll make it back in a few days."

"I'm the one who makes the money, so of course you don't feel sorry for it." Zheng Juzi protested. Why was her father so generous?

Zheng Guixiang is a very frugal person in his daily life. When times are tough, spending money is like cutting off one's own flesh and blood. However, Mu Xiaoyun is very generous, so Zheng Juzi thought her father would give her at most two dollars.

A misstep.

There was already a quarrel over there - people who don't want money must be masters, and we must not let outsiders influence our children! Zheng Guixiang insisted on firing Qi Xiaojian.

"Fourth brother, that old man is a liar!" Qi Xiaojian naturally didn't want to.

He actually believed it in his heart. If the Zheng family's child really had the destiny to be rich and powerful, then if he stayed stubbornly, wouldn't it be just like what the old Taoist said, that he could absorb this blessing into himself?

Whether it is him or his sister, they have taken advantage of Zheng Laosi's family a lot, and naturally hope that these advantages will continue.

Zheng Guixiang couldn't possibly keep him. What could be more important than his own child? It wasn't like the farm couldn't continue without him, so he had to fire him.

Besides, to put it bluntly, having no successor means having no descendants. Who would put themselves in danger of having no descendants just for a little favor? !

For this reason, Zheng Guixiang, who had been sleeping on a wooden bed despite earning money and was reluctant to buy a new bed, was willing to subsidize 10 yuan of salary.

In the eyes of the villagers, there is nothing wrong with it. In traditional concepts, sons are even more important than themselves.

The national policy is there, and it is impossible for Zheng Guixiang to have another son. Regardless of whether it is true or not, he has to consider his son.

There are so many people in the village who want to work in the breeding farm. Qi Xiaojian is not originally from this village. No matter what conflicts there are among the people in his own village, he will still favor the people in his own village and stand on Zheng Guixiang's side.

Seeing Qi Xiaojian losing, He Yan from the farm suddenly shouted, "Uncle Guixiang, if you fire Brother Xiaojian because of feudal superstition, I will quit!"

"I've never heard of a name with the word '克' in it. If a crazy Taoist priest comes today and says that the surname Qi is not acceptable, then you will fire Brother Xiao Jian. If a stinky monk comes tomorrow and says that the surname He is not acceptable, then won't you fire me too?"

"Anyway, if you kick Xiao Jian out today, I won't do this either."

No one could stop Zheng Guixiang's determination to protect his child: "If you want to leave, go ahead, wife. Give her her salary for this month."

Mu Xiaoyun was still immersed in the old Taoist's words. Now she reacted and said, "Okay."

If you want to leave, just go. You have money, so why worry about not being able to recruit people? "Wait here, I'll pay you."

She had never expected things to go this way, and stamped her feet vigorously: "Aunt Yun, isn't there a lot of work at the farm now? Are you really going to fire us all just because of a few words from that stinky Taoist priest?! Without people like us working, your farm won't be able to continue!"

She didn't believe that the farm could employ two people at once.

The work for the first half of the year was almost over, so Mu Xiaoyun would never give her a chance to threaten her. Just when she was about to say something harsh, Zheng Hanqiu took her arm and interrupted, "Sister He Yan, there are so many people watching here. You asked to leave on your own to accompany Uncle Xiaojian. My parents just helped you. Why are you blaming them and slandering them?"

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