Chapter 783 Money Can Really Fall From the Sky

Su Chen returned to the old street and saw the young man sitting by the pillar. He raised his eyebrows: "Why haven't you left yet?"

The young man was at a loss: "Ah? I... Can I walk?"

"Don't you feel that your neck is not sore and your body is a little warmer?"

The young man blinked and rubbed his neck: "Okay, it seems..."

"Brother Su, is that contract really broken?"

"Is the unlucky ghost not on me?"

Su Chen nodded.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great!"

"I didn't dare let anyone get close to me during this period, for fear that they would fall. It was still raining and the ground was slippery. It doesn't matter if they fall and break some skin, but if the bones are broken, how much suffering will it be?"

Su Chen: "..."

Another chatterbox!

"Brother Su, I will go home and get you money now, thank you thank you."

The young man stood up.

Just as he took a step, he subconsciously shrank back and walked carefully for ten steps. Seeing that he didn't fall, he was completely relieved.

"Brother Su, I'm leaving first."

Su Chen waved his hand, and when he heard footsteps, he looked back and saw Lao Song carrying a bucket of water out of the door and pouring it under the eaves.

"Finally he left. I didn't dare to go out when he was here."

Meeting Su Chen's gaze, Lao Song laughed dryly.

"Is Taoist Master Su back?"

"What about Hao? Does he not want the car after his daughter found it?"

Su Chen shook his head: "I guess we have to wait a while."

"Oh, Taoist Master Su, it's already 12 o'clock now, why don't you eat here?"

Su Chen glanced at his watch, and it was really past 12 o'clock.

He nodded to Lao Song, took out his mobile phone and called home.

Lao Song and Xiao Liu'er usually ate two bites, but today they cooked two dishes and a soup, but the dishes were just dishes, and the soup was egg drop soup with some chopped green onions sprinkled on it.

When Lao Song served the rice to Su Chen, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Well, Taoist Su, I didn't have time to buy meat, I'm sorry for asking you to do that."

"It's okay," Su Chen drank a mouthful of soup and nodded, "Is it Xiao Liu'er's cooking?"

Xiao Liu'er nodded.

He tasted the fried cabbage again, and found that there was a little too much vinegar, but it wasn't bad.

As for the other dish of radish, it was tasteless.

"Old Song, did you cook this?"

Old Song nodded repeatedly: "How is it?"

Seeking praise.

Su Chen: "I finally know why Xiao Liu'er always cooks."

"They can live with you until now... It's so unfair!"

Old Song picked some dishes to eat suspiciously.

"Isn't this delicious?"

"Isn't it, Xiao Liu'er?"

Xiao Liu'er didn't say anything, but ate the rice and scooped the soup silently.

"That's great. Back then, we would smile when we had white steamed buns to eat. Look at this white rice, it's hot and fragrant."

Su Chen nodded: "That's right."

"Isn't it? Our lives are better now, but we have to be frugal. We can't eat meat and fish every day. It's good to eat some vegetables occasionally. Xiao Liu'er, come..."

He forked some vegetables and put them in Xiao Liu'er's bowl.

The little guy pouted: "Grandpa, eat it yourself."

"You are still growing, you should eat more, it's nutritious."

Xiao Liu'er: "..."

Su Chen saw that Lao Song forked another large chopstick of vegetables and immediately waved his hand.

"I'll pick it up myself, do it myself!"

Seeing that he really picked up two dishes to eat, Lao Song laughed.

This smile didn't last long, Ge Ping'an came over with a bitter face.

"Go away," Old Song pretended to chase him away, "My teahouse is open for business, why are you here with a bitter face? Are you helping me chase customers away?"

Ge Ping'an ignored him, sat down at the next table, and sighed deeply.

Old Song asked: "Did the people leave?"

Ge Ping'an didn't answer, staring out the window.

Old Song pouted with disdain: "Children are all debts, why think so much? Anyway, you can't control her."

Ge Ping'an rolled his eyes at him unhappily, and encouraged Xiao Liu'er: "Xiao Liu'er, when you are 18 years old, when you see a handsome boy, just chase him, okay?"

"It's best if he is from abroad, or from Hong Kong."

Old Song: "Hey hey hey..."

Xiao Liu'er drank another mouthful of soup and shook her head.

"Why, you don't like handsome boys? What kind do you like?"

Xiao Liu'er blurted out: "Rich ones!"

Old Song and Ge Ping'an looked at each other.

"It's over, I was taught badly by Shishi!"

Ge Ping'an: "Shishi didn't find a rich man, you taught me badly, right?"

"Am I the kind of person who only cares about money?"

The three people said in unison: "Yes!"

Old Song: "..."

"No, Taoist Su, it's okay for them to bully me, but why do you join in the fun?"

Su Chen swallowed the food in his mouth.

"It's fun!"

"Hahaha, yes, Old Song is a man who needs to have fun." Ge Ping'an laughed loudly, and couldn't help sighing as he laughed.

Old Song said disdainfully: "Don't think about it, help me sort out my things later."

Ge Ping'an: "What?"

"It's not the Ming Festival, I have to go to pay tribute to my old friends."

Ge Ping'an finally got some spirit: "Then I'll go prepare some wine, do you want cigarettes?"

"Yes, you have a lot of money anyway."

Ge Ping'an didn't refute this time, and happily went out with his hands behind his back.

Just after walking two steps, he saw two young men walking quickly.

"Brother, isn't two hundred not enough?"

"Isn't it said that this Taoist priest Su is very powerful? What if he gives us some advice and we can make a fortune?"

As soon as the voice fell, a scream sounded.

"Our Song family is not destined to make a fortune, what are you dreaming of?"

"Since you are destined not to make a fortune, why give two hundred? I think ten yuan is enough."

Song Lecong was hit on the forehead again.

"No matter how poor you are, you have to spend money when you need to, understand?"

"It's just like when you are dating, if you don't have enough money, just tell me."

Song Lecong hesitated: "I am so poor, who can look down on me?"

"So I ask you to work hard, otherwise money will fall from the sky?"

Finding that there was no one at the stall, the young man went straight to the teahouse.

Seeing Su Chen hurriedly handed over the red envelope with a smile.

"Taoist priest Su, we were left behind for questioning just now, which delayed some time. Thank you for helping me find this idiot."

Su Chen took the red envelope and smiled at him.

"Sometimes money can really fall from the sky."

The young man was at a loss: "...Ah?"

"Go back. I didn't sleep all night yesterday and I'm busy today. Have a good sleep."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Taoist Su, thank you."

After the two left, Old Song looked at Su Chen curiously.

"Is money really falling from the sky?"

Su Chen nodded: "Almost."

Old Song pondered: "Could it be that a girl from a rich family fell in love with him? Let him be a son-in-law?"

"Or is the family going to be demolished?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Neither? Then how can money fall?"

Little Liu'er also scratched his head: "Grandpa, will money really fall from our heads?"

"Go away, we only have tiles on our heads, how can there be money?"

"But if there are antiques hidden in the beams..."

Not only the two of them were thinking, Song Lecong was also thinking.

"Brother, what do you think Master Su meant by that?"

"Are we going to make a fortune?"

"Are you still dreaming? If you have time, you might as well go back to work."

"Brother, what if?" Song Lecong was unwilling to give up. "What if money really falls from the sky? How about I go to work and you really go home to sleep?"

"I won't sleep. I've already asked for leave for half a day. I have to go back."

"Brother, just this once, really just this once, please, you see that your eyes are all bloodshot, just go home and have a good sleep, and it's raining, you may not be able to start work at the construction site."

"Brother~"

The young man couldn't persuade Song Lecong.

"Okay, okay, I'll go home and rest."