I knew someone would scold me, so I hired someone to scold myself first, and the scolding was even more fierce, ruthless, and longer.

He was afraid that a person would easily have flaws when he showed up for too long, so he hired a few more people to take turns to scold him.

He knows marketing.

Hiccup ~

Dahu licked his lips, which were full of oil, and let out a low growl with satisfaction.

Cheng Fan understood his thoughts.

Three points full.

He smiled and shook his head, and took everyone away.

The diners who had been waiting for a long time could no longer control their saliva and rushed forward with their money waving.

"Give me one!"

"I want three!"

"Get out of the way! I want to eat ten servings!"

...

In the night market with lanterns and colors.

Xu Huan took Zixu and Lu Xiner to choose what her daughter liked.

Most of the people who go to the stalls such as jewelry, jade, cosmetics and perfume.

Xie Yu was sent to carry their bags and do some tricks.

Cheng Fan, Xiao Nannan and Dahu naturally formed a pair and strolled around and ate.

Little Nannan rode on Cheng Fan's neck, hugged his hair crown, and followed the big tiger.

A pair of excited big eyes look here and there.

With a little finger, Cheng Fan will take her over.

Compared with the shiny pearls and jade, the candied haws that reflect crystal light are what she is most interested in.

"Master! Nannan wants to eat candied haws!"

The little kid waved her little hands, Cheng Fan responded with a smile and strode away.

"Dao, Taoist priest!"

The candied haws stall owner was a young man. He subconsciously rubbed his hands and looked at Cheng Fan with a nervous look on his face.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to buy candied haws."

Cheng Fan smiled slightly and pointed to the candied haws in the glass window on his stall.

One by one, they were hung with crystal clear syrup, the red hawthorns were big and round, and all kinds of such fruits. Anyone who saw them would be unable to help but move their index fingers.

The little kids like the original big hawthorn, which is sour and sweet, and has the most authentic taste.

"Master, this is all made by me at home, and the best hawthorns are used. Try it!"

The stall owner was very enthusiastic and specially picked two strings of the largest and round candied haws and handed them over.

The little kid happily stretched out her hand to take it and shouted sweetly: "Thank you uncle!"

"No, no thanks!"

The stall owner waved his hand quickly and looked at the two of them with gratitude.

"Thank you, how much?"

Cheng Fan said with a faint smile.

The stall owner shook his head like a rattle.

"The Taoist priest eats whatever he wants, and he doesn't charge money! How can I receive the owner's money?"

"If you hadn't saved me, I would have died now!"

Cheng Fan looked at him in surprise. He didn't remember that he had personally taken action to treat the young man.

The young stall owner smiled and said:

"That was a few weeks ago. My skin was dark at the time, and it was normal for you to remember."

"I heard from my friends who were traveling with me that my face was blue and my lips were purple, my skin turned black, and I was about to pass by."

"I was carried into the sight at that time, and I even felt that it would be better to die like this, at least there was no need to be so painful."

"I remember it was Taoist Mingzhen who gave me a pill before I came back alive. Thank you so much!"

After hearing what he said, Cheng Fan suddenly looked at him.

It turned out that he was the young man who provoked the old plague god in the mountain temple that day.

He was poisoned after taking the "weight loss pill" given by the old plague god, and was carried up the mountain by his fellow travelers. He only recovered his health after taking the Qingwen Pill.

Say...

According to the version he heard from others, this guy should be a fat man, right?

Otherwise, he still needs to take some weight loss medicine?

But what was standing in front of me was clearly a handsome guy with fair skin.

Could it be that the thing given by the old plague god is really a "weight loss medicine"?

Cheng Fan bit off a large hawthorn, thinking about something.

That old guy had something, but unfortunately he couldn't keep up with the current era and almost harmed the entire China.

"Master! You've eaten so slowly! Nannan has finished eating!"

The little baby bites quickly.

Just thinking about something, she ate a string of big and round candied haws completely.

Cheng Fan curled his lips and smiled: "Another string."

"Uncle, I want the one with Guoguo!"

The young stall owner quickly picked up a bunch of candied haws of various fruits and handed them over.

"I remember your name is Lasheng, right?"

"Yes, my surname is Yin, and my name is Yin Lasheng."

The young stall owner nodded wildly and responded excitedly.

He never expected that the viewer would know his name.

Cheng Fan smiled faintly: "Don't be so polite."

He had just explored his spiritual sense and found a strange aura on the young stall owner.

This aura is a bit like a Taoist priest, but there is also an indescribable twist, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Cheng Fan asked: "Who have you come into contact with recently? For example, someone like me?"

Yin Lasheng was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Master, I meet so many people every day in small businesses, and I really can't remember it."

Cheng Fan nodded and fell into deep thought.

This aura is very weak, not strong, but it seems to have the ability to separate cause and effect.

Cheng Fan quietly observed the cause and effect in him with his heavenly eyes, and got nothing.

If you don’t know the source, you can’t investigate it at all. This is a hidden danger.

Cheng Fan shook his head and left some change for him.

"Master, I can't accept it!"

"Please accept it."

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly and pointed out a magic power to imprison him in place.

After walking far away, Yin Lasheng regained his power of action.

"Master..."

Leave the night market.

One big one small one eats with satisfaction and strolling on the dark street.

After walking far, the lively scenes with bright lights disappeared, leaving only the deserted dark streets.

After all, Dishui Town is just a small town, and it is a place called "Hometown" among many people.

There is a song called "Go Home to Check It Home", but nowadays, there seem to be much fewer young people returning to their hometown during the Chinese New Year than before.

Society is progressing, and many young people ignore customs and festivals and gradually lose faith.
To be continued...