The fortune-teller somehow had already snuck into the house, discovered by the villagers for accepting money to cause trouble, she naturally had no face left to face them.
Xiaofeng glanced at the fortune-teller's grandson who, despite being loosely dressed, had a pair of bright eyes. She took out three White Rabbit candies from her pocket, squatted down and offered them to the little boy, "Little friend, you will surely be a very righteous person when you grow up, sister really admires you."
If it weren't for him taking out the fortune-teller's money, everyone's belief in her words would still be wavering.
"I didn't do it for you," the little boy didn't reach out his hand, "I think what Brother Youqian said is right, if someone can lead the villagers to wealth, my grandma shouldn't stop them."
Even though he was only eight or nine years old, he understood how poor the village was.
