Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 61

After Accountant Yao had gone far away, Zhou Yuren felt uneasy. He returned to the house and saw several children eating candied hawthorns. He paced back and forth, looking somewhat anxious.

Zhao Da'e was taken aback and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just wondering if I should go see the goddess," Zhou Yuren said.

"Going to check the incense? What's the matter that requires checking the incense?" Zhao Da'e asked, puzzled.

In such a remote place in the north, when people have something on their mind that they can't figure out, they go to people who can predict the future to see what to do.

Commonly known as "resolving doubts," and in ancient times called "fortune tellers," it has been called by other names in later generations. However, ultimately, reading incense is not fortune telling; it's more like chatting, except that the person chatting is more eloquent. In short, they only say what you want to hear.

Zhou Yuren then talked about what had just happened, whether he would run into Lao Ma when he went to the major battle tomorrow, and about his son getting married.

When Zhou Yuren told his story, his eldest daughter, Zhou Chunwen, was completely bewildered. She whispered to Zhao Da'e, "Cousin, this is terrible. You've driven my dad crazy. He was already worried sick about my brother getting married. And you had to bring this up. Let me tell you, if my dad goes crazy, I'll carry him to your house."

Zhao Da'e looked completely innocent: "Cousin, do I look like someone with a family? My mom went back to her parents' home, and your mom went back to her parents' home with her. If we sisters say this, then your cousin is now an orphan, without even a home. You still want to bring your dad to our house? My old storage shed, go ahead and bring him."

Zhou Chunwen looked utterly dejected and muttered under his breath, "You're kidding me. Your family's dilapidated storage room is so run-down, you could practically move Dad there for half a month and then have to send him away."

Hearing the two children whispering, Zhou Yuren asked, "What are you two whispering about?"

“It’s nothing. Uncle, you should believe in science, not superstition… How about I read your palm?” Zhao Da’e said playfully.

Zhou Yuren was stunned for a moment and didn't react before reaching out his hand.

Zhou Chunwen slapped Zhao Da'e's hand: "Your palm reading doesn't seem very scientific."

Zhao Da'e shook his head: "That's not right. The explanation is this: there's no evidence to prove that palmistry is scientific. Conversely, there's also no evidence to prove that palmistry is unscientific. Of course, I mainly wanted to clear up my uncle's doubts. Just think of me as the Queen Mother of the West descended to earth, the reincarnation of the Seven Fairies, or the rebirth of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden..."

Zhou Chunwen was amused by Zhao Da'e, thinking that Da'e was indeed very funny, and how wonderful it would be if she were a younger sister. Unlike her own younger sister, Zhou Chunhong, who had been ill as a child and always stuttered when she spoke, resulting in her particularly introverted personality and reluctance to talk to people, Zhou Chunwen, as the older sister, usually didn't have anyone to talk to.

Zhou Chunwen thought to himself that he should let Zhao Da'e stay for a while longer. Anyway, his family was not worried about food and clothing. Although they were not rich, they were at least not hungry.

"Dad, then you should read the palm of our Zhao Da'e, who is like a fairy descended from heaven, and tell us when your good eldest son will be able to find a wife."

Zhou Yuren pursed his lips: "Chunwen, don't make fun of me. I'm only doing this for your brother."

As he spoke, Zhou Yuren showed his hand to Zhao Da'e.

Zhao Da'e was stunned when he saw it. Ordinary people have three lines on their palms: the love line, the career line, and the life line.

However, Zhou Yuren's palm lines, particularly his life line, were broken. This reminded Zhao Da'e of Zhou Yuren's later incurable illness.

Zhao Da'e sighed, then composed himself.