Chapter 3: Setting up a stall to tell fortunes and meeting a fellow villager
In order to prevent the two hundred thousand yuan from running away, Yang Fan immediately returned to the company and completed the resignation procedures in just one hour.

The compensation of 200,000 yuan and the last month's salary were also transferred to her bank card as soon as possible. She first paid off all the outstanding debts on her credit cards, Huabei, Jiebei, and Baitiao.

After paying off the debt, she had 6,000 yuan left in her pocket, which was enough for her to eat.

Yang Fan found a restaurant that served dishes that suited her taste. People from Jiangxi like spicy food, and she is no exception. Moreover, by coincidence, this body is also from Jiangxi.

In this era, there are abundant resources and delicious food everywhere. As long as you have money, you can eat anything. For a foodie like her, it is simply a paradise on earth.

In the past, her master loved to teach her not to always pay attention to her appetite and often restrained her from eating too much. Now that no one is controlling her, she can eat as much as she wants.

Mapo tofu, boiled fish, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried pork with peppers, twice-cooked pork...a whole table full of them.

"All the dishes you ordered have been served. Please enjoy your meal."

She scooped a small spoonful of mapo tofu into her mouth and chewed it. Her eyes became brighter and brighter. It was delicious!
The combination of smooth tofu and spicy sauce is spicy and fragrant, which is a delicacy she has never experienced before.

The taste of every dish amazed her. She couldn't stop eating one bite after another.

In the end, she finished all the six dishes and one soup she ordered, and also had two bowls of rice.

When it came time to pay the bill, the waiter was shocked. He didn't expect such a skinny woman could eat so much.

The meal cost more than 200 yuan, and I had more than 5,000 yuan left.

"Jingle Bell……"

Not long after Yang Fan walked out of the restaurant, the phone in her pocket rang. She took out her phone and took a look. The note showed that it was the landlord.

She had an inexplicable premonition of something bad happening.

Sure enough, as soon as the call was connected, an angry female voice came from the other end.

"Yang Fan! Are you still staying here or not? I thought it was not easy for a little girl like you to live in Beijing, so I agreed to let you pay the rent later. You have been delaying for two months. If you don't pay the rent, you'll have to move out right now!"

Yang Fan: ...

I forgot that I had not paid the rent for two months yet.

After paying the rent owed for the previous two months and this month's rent and utility bills, Yang Fan only had 800 yuan left in his pocket.

...Well, after going around in circles, I'm back to the starting point.

Yang Fan comforted himself that at least he had a full meal.

The matter of making money was urgent. At night, she set up a stall on the roadside like others did. She wrote a few words on an A4 paper with a brush: "Divination by a direct disciple of Sanqing Palace, one thousand yuan per divination."

She originally wanted to write 10,000 yuan, but she learned from her original body's memory that metaphysics in this world had failed and was regarded as feudal superstition. Many people did not believe in it, so she could only reluctantly change the money to 1,000 yuan.

She randomly chose a seat. On her left was a stall selling starch sausages, and on her right was a stall selling small jewelry. It looked weird for a fortune teller like her to be squeezed in the middle.

She only had a piece of A4 paper in front of her, nothing else. She sat on a small stool waiting for customers to come.

She chose this place mainly because of the sausage stall next to it. Not long after she sat down, she had already bought three sausages.

The things in this world are so delicious!
There were a lot of people hanging around. Everyone took a look at her A4 paper, and then looked at her with an indescribable look. No one asked her anything. Just when Yang Fan was eating the fifth sausage, the owner of the sausage stall next door asked her curiously.

"Little girl, what are you doing...!!!"

Suddenly, someone in the stall next to him shouted.

"The urban management is coming! Hurry up! The urban management is coming!"

Before Yang Fan could hear what they were shouting, she saw the sausage stall owner stuffed the sausage into her hands as quickly as possible, then ran away pushing the cart.

As if something terrible was chasing them, the people setting up stalls around ran as fast as they could.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan was the only one left there.

Yang Fan held the starch sausage in his hand, looking confused. Was some ghost or demon coming?

Two men in uniform came over and stood in front of her. "You can't set up stalls here. Take them away quickly!" Yang Fan blinked, folded up the A4 paper on the ground and put it in his pocket, and took another bite of the starch sausage. "I'm not setting up a stall. I'm just sitting here to enjoy the cool air."

Two city management officers: “…”

Does this person think we are fools?

They have arrested so many fake Taoist priests from Sanqing Palace these years.

"You can't set up stalls here, you can't cool off, and you can't put paper on the ground casually. Please leave immediately."

A triple click of the button blocked all of Yang Fan’s excuses.

Yang Fan: ...Okay, I'll come back after you guys leave.

She is so flexible.

"Yang Fan?" When she stood up, her whole face was exposed to the light, and one of the city management officers recognized her, "You are Yang Fan, right?"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, "Do you know me?"

He really didn't admit his mistake.

Li Kangping smiled, pointed at himself and said, "I am Li Kangping, from the same village as you."

Li Kangping... Yang Fan flipped through her original body's memory and remembered that this man was from the same village as her.

Yang Fan: "Brother Kangping, good evening."

Another colleague looked at Li Kangping with a puzzled look and asked, "Do you really know each other?"

Li Kangping: Of course we know each other!
"I've heard from villagers that you work in Beijing before, but I didn't expect to meet you here," Li Kangping said with emotion, "We haven't seen each other for several years."

"Well, I haven't seen you for several years." Yang Fan said.

"I heard that your uncle started a business in his hometown," Li Kangping's expression became indescribable, "Why don't you go back to your hometown and start a business with your uncle, but do this here..."

This is a feudal and superstitious money-making business.

After all, she is my sister from the same village and we used to have a good relationship. But now she has become like this. Li Kangping feels sad.

Yang Fan didn't listen carefully to what he said later, his attention was all on the previous sentence.

The original uncle started a business in his hometown! She is a rich second generation with a family business! !
If that's the case, then why is she still working so hard outside? Wouldn't it be better for her to go home and become a rich second-generation?

Her original parents had both passed away, and her father's relatives didn't want her, so she had lived with her uncle who lived alone since she was a child.

As I recall, that uncle was a great cook.

What are you waiting for? Go home! You must go back to visit your uncle who depends on you for everything!

"I've been too busy with work these past few years and haven't had time to go back and see my uncle."

Yang Fan looked at Li Kangping and said, "Since we have met by chance, let me tell you my fortune."

Li Kangping: “???”

"Don't go out on two wheels in the next three days, or you will get into a bloody disaster."

Li Kangping and his colleagues: ???

Having decided to go home and be a carefree rich second-generation, Yang Fan contacted the landlord to check out the next day. He cleaned the entire room spotlessly and successfully got his 1500 yuan deposit back.

She just used the money to buy a plane ticket back home.

Yang Fan found it very novel to be able to fly in the air without a spirit pet. She was sitting right next to the window, and looking at the blue sky outside, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Except for the poor quality of the air and the lack of spiritual energy in this era, everything else is better than the world five hundred years ago.

(End of this chapter)