Half an hour later, Bai Ling'er returned, humming a tune as she floated back over the wall. Her voice reached him before she even landed.
"Quick, carve off a lamb leg for me. I'm starving."
Seeing Bai Ling'er's nonchalant demeanor, her white scales shimmering, he knew she must have given Huang San a good lesson.
After carving off a lamb leg for Bai Ling'er, he cautiously asked, "How's Huang San? You didn't kill him, did you?"
Having learned Yin Gua, he couldn't become a disciple of another school. However, this didn't prevent him from befriending wild spirits. In short, the benefits far outweighed the drawbacks.
"He's behind us, should be back soon?" Bai Ling'er replied, her words muffled by the meat.
Relieved that Huang San was not in mortal danger, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had truly feared Bai Ling'er might kill him, as that would have created a significant enmity. After all, weasels were known for holding grudges, but also for their gratitude.
As he pondered how to comfort Huang San later, Huang San was carried in by over a dozen weasels. After setting Huang San down, they vanished in an instant.
"Oh, you brats, trying to break my neck!"
Huang San's head was now twice its normal size, as if he'd been stung by bees. Other than that, there were no other visible injuries.
"Oh, Young Master Song, we're family now, right? Heh heh... Ow..." His laughter turned into a wail, his small eyes filled with amusement.
He glanced at Bai Ling'er, who was feasting heartily, and couldn't quite understand her intentions. She had been strongly against Huang San becoming a guardian spirit, so why was he now considered family?
This completely confused him.
After tearing off another piece of meat, Bai Ling'er calmly explained, "You're the only living person in our household, so I found you a gatekeeper. Think of him as a guard dog."
A guard dog? He stared blankly at Huang San, whose mustache was trembling at the corners of his mouth. This was practically an insult to his face, and he could tolerate it?
Seeing him look at him, Huang San chuckled. "I am the gatekeeper. If Young Master Song has any requests, I will handle them perfectly. You can count on me."
He chuckled inwardly. It was indeed somewhat surprising that Bai Ling'er could keep Huang San so well-behaved, but it was a good thing nonetheless, as it meant an extra helper.
He carved off another lamb leg from the fire and handed it to Huang San. This made his small mustache tremble, and his eyes welled up with tears as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Whether he was wronged or not, he could only pretend not to see. He couldn't defeat Bai Ling'er either, so he had to let her have her way.
"Eat! We're family from now on."
"Mmm..."
After pacifying Huang San and giving Bai Ling'er a reminder to clean up the yard after eating so it wouldn't look like a mess, he turned and went inside. Lying on the bed, he pondered how to make money quickly. Earning two million in three days was already very fast.
At the same time, he knew that such a stroke of luck, with a benefactor appearing out of nowhere, was something that might not happen even once in half a year. He considered himself lucky to have met two in two days.
To make money faster, he couldn't just wait for business to come to him; he had to be proactive. He didn't have his master's vast network, with people constantly seeking his services. To earn money quickly, he had to find his own path. He opened his phone book and called Zhang Dabiao.
The phone rang seven or eight times before someone answered, but it wasn't Zhang Dabiao's voice, but a stranger's.
"Ahem... Hello, who are you looking for?"
He checked the caller ID. It was indeed Zhang Dabiao's number. Why was a woman answering? Just as he was about to ask who she was, Zhang Dabiao's voice came from the phone, and then Zhang Dabiao took the call.
"Qingyun? What made you think of calling me? Have you run into some trouble?"
He awkwardly touched his nose and said, "Am I that pathetic? Do I only call you when I'm in trouble? Can't I just call because I miss you?"
Zhang Dabiao laughed heartily. "If you miss me, come visit me for a few days. Coincidentally, there's a family here who wants to relocate their ancestral graves. They asked me if I knew anyone suitable, and before I could call you, you called."
"That's great. I'll pack up and head over tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll kill a chicken for you to eat..."
After a brief chat, he hung up the phone, feeling satisfied. The call had come at the perfect time, like a pillow arriving just as he was about to fall asleep.
After playing with his phone for a while, he drifted off to sleep.
The next day, he woke up close to noon. He was woken by the urge to urinate. He had slept soundly, even having a dream, but he couldn't remember any of it.
He got up, washed himself, and reheated the leftover lamb legs from yesterday. He enjoyed a hearty meal of noodles with plain water, then began packing.
With everything ready, he called Bai Ling'er from her lounge chair and asked if she wanted to accompany him. She flatly refused, telling him to leave quickly and not disturb her sleep, just to remember to leave money for the sheep.
He could only smile wryly at this. Would she even know how to spend the money? If she went directly to the shepherd to buy sheep, wouldn't she scare him to death?
After leaving the house, he headed straight for the shepherd's home.
The shepherd, surnamed Liu, was in his early forties, with a dark red complexion, appearing honest and simple.
This was the evaluation of strangers. Those who knew him understood that he was like a Pixiu, only taking and never giving, which was why he hadn't found a wife yet.
"Well, isn't this Qingyun? Come to buy sheep again? Have you eaten those six sheep that quickly?" Shepherd Liu, with a pipe in his mouth, was sitting at the entrance repairing a whip.
He didn't explain himself but directly said he wanted to buy a few more sheep, but they would need to be delivered over a few days. He asked for Liu's opinion.
"That's great. And you don't need the offal or anything, right?"
He nodded and said, "Yes. If you don't see me at home, just open the gate, let the sheep into the yard, and then close the door."
Shepherd Liu agreed. He handed over five thousand yuan and specified the delivery times for the sheep before leaving.
After leaving the village, he walked another two or three li to the bus station. There weren't many people waiting for the bus, only a few scattered individuals.
Once on the bus, he found a seat and closed his eyes to rest. The bus wasn't moving fast, and coupled with the poor road conditions, it made him feel drowsy, as if he were on a rocking horse.
After an unknown duration, he suddenly felt a jolt. His body lurched forward, and he slammed into the back of the seat in front of him. The entire compartment erupted in groans.
"Damn it, what kind of driving is this?"
"Son of a bitch, you've killed me..."
"..."