Early the next morning, Zhang Qingjiu left the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion again and went straight to the stall on South Street.
Just like yesterday, he was still wearing black clothes and a black hat. He took them off when he arrived, and then slowly raised the wind flag with the characters "Zhang Xiaoxian" written on it.
But what is different from yesterday is that the stall opened soon today.
The person who came was the same person Zhang Qingjiu had met yesterday.
Although when Laiji came to the stall, he still scratched his hair, looked left and right, and paused after taking two steps, as if he was hesitating for something, but when he sat down, his expression immediately changed.
"Zhang Xiaoxian, Zhang Daxian, Zhang Shenxian? It was you who helped old man Fang yesterday, right? Living Bodhisattva, living god, you have to save me!" As he said that, Na Lai Er clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with sadness, just like Zhang's.
If Qingjiu doesn't agree to him, he will die immediately.
Looking at the man in front of him who was fierce towards him yesterday but now behaved pitifully, Zhang Qingjiu was neither angry nor smiling, and nodded slowly, "Five taels of silver."
"Five taels? Why don't you go and grab it?" Lai Er's eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up straight with an expression on his face. "Yesterday, when old man Fang came over, you took him in."
A copper coin!"
"I said five taels is five taels, no bargaining." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "Also, Zhang Xiaoxian is Zhang Xiaoxian, don't talk about what you have or what you don't have."
"Me!" Laiji took a breath and his face turned red. If it wasn't so weird, he wouldn't have thought of coming here to ask.
But this money, which he managed to save after spring started this year, is not much, not much. After taking into account the daily expenses for food and clothing, it is only a surplus of five taels.
His eyes flashed, Lai Er said with a shy face, "Well, I really don't have that much money, Zhang...Zhang Xiaoxian, see if you can..."
"I said, no negotiation." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him lightly, "Besides, think about it for yourself, can the thing you ask for be the same as Old Man Fang's?"
"Me!" When Zhang Qingjiu said this, Lai Er's expression suddenly became colorful.
Originally, he planned to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he listened to what he said and seemed to really understand why he came here.
Gritting his teeth, Laiji took a deep breath and said, "Okay! Five taels of silver is just five taels of silver, but you have to help me see if it can work first. This is also in line with your rules."
It is indeed a general rule for warlocks to calculate first and then pay, but...
"Rules are rules, I am me. If you want to abide by the rules, just go find someone else." Zhang Qingjiu sighed faintly, put his hand on his chin and turned his head.
He looked like he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
How could Lai Er be willing to let himself suffer when he was only called a skinny dog by others on weekdays? But today, he was forcefully forced into a corner and did not dare to resist.
Laiji almost smashed the five taels of silver he had in his arms on the stall in front of him. He looked away and gritted his teeth and said, "Here you go, is that okay?"
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, picked up the five taels of silver calmly, and nodded, "Of course."
Laiji looked around, his eyes beginning to flash with pain and fear. Finally, he leaned forward and lowered his voice and said: "There is a snake in my house. Please help me find out what's going on."
He really couldn't stand it anymore. Every morning when he got up, a snake spitting out its core would appear in the house and show off its power towards him.
I originally thought it was just a snake that accidentally entered the house, so I killed it immediately and threw it out.
Unexpectedly, for three consecutive days, I saw snakes every day.
Even though he slept in another room last night, snakes still appeared.
He felt like he was following him everywhere, and he was really not calm anymore.
But he couldn't tell his neighbors about this matter, let alone whether he would be laughed at. Even if he didn't laugh, he wouldn't get any benefits.
If such a strange thing happens, why should they treat his place as a haunted house? If it is to be burned down, wouldn't it mean that people and money will be lost?
If he hadn't thought of the people Old Man Fang brought back yesterday and thought of him mentioning "snake", he really wouldn't know what to do.
"Simple." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, "Did you raise a nest of snakes three years ago? Go look for them."
"How can I raise a snake? Who..." When Lai Eryi heard Zhang Qingjiu's words, he frowned. Just thinking about it, the expression on his face began to change, "You mean that...
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He did raise a nest of snakes three years ago, but they were just snake eggs. They were originally intended to be soaked in medicinal wine. However, after raising them for several days and there was no movement, they simply threw them out.
"All things have animism. Although you didn't have good intentions when you took them back, you actually saved their lives. Originally, they came to repay your kindness, but that stick of yours..." Zhang Qingjiu shook his head faintly.
, "Destroy your fate."
"What fate do I have with them?" Laiji shivered, his face turning blue and white, "Hurry up and tell me how to get rid of them."
"You insist on that?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
"Yes!" Laiji nodded without hesitation.
A flash of understanding flashed in Zhang Qingjiu's eyes. He picked up the yellow paper on the table and pinched a triangular bag: "Then put this three inches from the entrance of your house."
"What is this?" Laiji swallowed, raised his head and widened his eyes with a look of disbelief: "You do it so casually, and you want five taels of silver from me? Do you think I'm being taken advantage of?"
"You can also choose not to use it." Zhang Qingjiu looked as usual, "But I have to charge half of your money."
"Are we going to rob you in broad daylight?" Upon hearing this, Lai Er was so angry that he almost opened the stall.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him lightly, then realized that he turned around.
Laiji was so angry at the moment that he would not listen to her words until he felt a cold feeling on his neck.
It was a hot summer day, and I felt quite comfortable at first, but soon, Laiji felt that something was wrong. It seemed to be something that could move...
When Laiji looked back, he almost lost his mind.
I saw a small black and shiny snake crawling up from his back at his neck, spitting out its core on his neck.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the man who was almost crying on the spot, and gently picked up the triangle seal that he had just thrown on the stall, "Five taels of silver, if you want, take it."
Now that things have come to this, Lai Er still dares not to accept it.
Strange to say, as soon as the triangular seal was in Laiji's hand, the snake spitting out its core suddenly disappeared...
Touching his safe neck, Lai Er almost cried with joy. Looking at Zhang Qingjiu's eyes, he said with gratitude, "Thank you Zhang Xiaoxian, Zhang Xiaoxian is really the reincarnation of a god! Turning bad luck into good luck!"
When Laiji was making trouble, there were many people watching in front of the stall. After seeing this magical scene, the originally deserted stall turned out to be a sea of people.
Zhang Qingjiu rented it with Old Man Zhang for another three days.
In just three days, the name Zhang Xiaoxian spread all over South Street, and it can be said that the limelight is unlimited.
At first, they only came to her to ask why their children were crying at night, why the hens at home didn't lay eggs, and why the ducks didn't go to the water. Gradually, more and more people came to her to ask about marriage and career prospects.
Until, a thin young man wearing blue cloth came to her.