After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 145

"Oh, I remember now! Your memory is pretty good!"

Bai Chen crossed his arms and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Li Dali flinched. Although he had just become a ghost, he knew that ordinary people couldn't see ghosts. The fact that the young man in front of him could see him meant that he wasn't an ordinary person. If they had just met by chance, it would have been fine, as he was good at making trouble. But they had a little grudge against each other, which made things a bit more complicated.

Just as Li Dali was feeling troubled, Zhang Yu approached Bai Lu and said, "Sister Bai Lu, do you have any way to let me see Grandpa Li? I want to see a ghost!"

Such a refined and unconventional request was naturally granted by Bailu. She joined her index and middle fingers together, gathering spiritual energy at her fingertips, and swept it across Zhang Yu's eyes, her lips parting slightly: "Open—"

Zhang Yu felt a slight sting in his eyes and then saw someone huddled on his sofa. Who else could it be but Grandpa Li from downstairs?!

"Grandpa, it really is you!! What are you doing at my house?!"

—Look what you've done to my house!

However, out of respect for his role as a teacher, he refrained from uttering any words of reproach.

"Xiaoyu! You can see me too? Hurry, hurry, come to my house and find all the money I hid! Buy lots of paper money for me and burn it all before the seventh day after my death!"

Zhang Yu: "???"

He was completely puzzled: "Didn't Uncle Peng and the others burn a lot of paper money for you?"

"Hmph, that little bit isn't enough! The underworld is experiencing severe inflation right now; that little bit of paper money can't even buy a decent house."

Grandpa Li looked resentful, as if he could already see his miserable life in the underworld. He was so angry at his daughter-in-law Chen Li that he gritted his teeth: "It's really bad karma from my past life that my Li family married such a shrew! Other people's rituals take at least three days, but look at what she did for me, even one day is too much!"

Burning paper money for three days is incomparable to burning it for one day, especially since his daughter-in-law has always been stingy with him!
With his seventh day after death almost over, he only had eight figures in his underworld account!

After a person dies, when they receive paper money, the underworld will automatically generate an account and thoughtfully include a list of house prices in various cities of the underworld!

In the most remote capital city, a decent one-bedroom apartment costs tens of thousands of yuan!

A single room is relatively cheaper, but it still costs well over nine figures!

Tell me, is he really going to take that eight-figure sum and live under the bridge?!
That's truly devastating!

I experienced the hardships of being a ghost right after I died!
When a person dies and becomes a ghost, it's just a different way of living. They still have to make a living, worry about housing, food, and whether their children will burn money on time every month!

Li Dali's vision went completely black.

He was getting anxious as his time to stay in the human world drew closer!

But his family couldn't see him. He wanted to make some noise, but his daughter-in-law was squatting at home like a Buddha, so he didn't even dare to think about breaking a single speck of plaster on the walls...

Feeling down, he left home and bumped into Zhang Yu returning home. He instinctively called out to him, but by the time he realized Zhang Yu couldn't hear him, he had already followed Zhang Yu into his house. Since he was already there, he sat down for a while, when suddenly he heard Zhang Yu say that his friend's sister was a master!

This is absolutely fantastic news!!!

With the arrival of the master, how could he not become rich?!
Li Dali's thought process is truly unfathomable. How could a ghost possibly think of luring a master to capture it and become rich overnight? It's too afraid of masters to even face them!

But Li Dali was stubborn. During the day, his ghostly power was weak, and he couldn't even blow up a piece of paper. He could only wait until the sun went down and desperately make noise at Zhang Yu's house, but Zhang Yu was like he was dead asleep. He was about to tear his house down, but he didn't wake up!

He, on the other hand, was so exhausted that his very soul seemed to have faded away!
In the end, all I could do was manually change the channel on the TV!
Who knew that by simply changing the channel, Zhang Yu would find the "master" on TV, but this master...

Li Dali glanced cautiously at Bai Lu and Bai Chen, and seeing that Bai Chen was still looking at him, he quickly lowered his head.

"Xiaoyu? You really saw your Uncle Li?"

When Zhang's father saw Zhang Yu talking to thin air, he quickly asked a question.

Zhang Yu raised his chin: "Look, he's sitting on the sofa! He said he hid money in his house and wants us to find it to buy him paper money for the dead!"

"What...what do you mean?"

"It means that Uncle Peng didn't burn enough paper money. If he continues like this, he won't have a good life in the future and won't even be able to afford a small house."

“Oh, I see… Then we really have to help him out—where did he hide the money? Let’s talk to your Uncle Peng.”

"Xiao Feng!! I knew you were a good kid!"

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Li was overjoyed!

He waved his hands frantically, trying to point out where the money was hidden: "It's in the hole in the wall behind my old wardrobe, and there's a loose brick under the bed, behind the painting in the living room, and the air conditioner unit on the balcony... Oh right, there's also five hundred hidden in my son's worn-out shoes at the very back of the shoe cabinet!"

Zhang Yu looked at Bai Chen with a troubled expression: "May I ask for your instructions? Should I help them?"

"Help! Help me!" Li Dali was frantic. "Young man, I beg you, let him go find the money! Yes, I'm getting senile and have done some wrong things, and it's all my fault, but you can't let me die penniless!"

Li Dali floated in front of Bai Chen with a mournful face. If it weren't for Gui Wulei, he would have been in tears long ago.

He no longer has time to wait for a second master. Whether he becomes incredibly wealthy or destitute depends on this one tremor!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, I'll give you one-third of the money I hid! How about it?"

"Do you think I need your pittance?"

"It's not just a pittance!" Li Dali argued, "It's over thirty thousand! A third of that is over ten thousand!"

Seeing that Bai Chen remained unmoved, he stamped his foot: "Half! That's the most I can do! I need the rest of the money to buy paper money for the dead!"

"Buying over ten thousand yuan worth of paper money? Even the owners of incense shops would be dumbfounded!"

"Where can I buy you over ten thousand yuan worth of paper money now?"

"Time is tight and the task is heavy, can we stop dawdling? It's not too late yet, that shop in the south of the city should still be open," Zhang Dali shouted anxiously.

(End of this chapter)