A Fortune-Teller Said My Great-Grandfather Was in Danger. Turns Out Someone Had Dug Up His Grave

I was telling fortunes at my stall when I crossed the capital's young master. He slapped a stack of cash against my face. "Tell my fortune. If you get it right, this is your reward." "If you get it wrong, you can still have the money. Just swallow it." I frowned and made a calculation with my fingers. "This person will face a great calamity this year." The young master kicked over my stall. "A calamity, my ass! That's my great-grandfather, who's been dead for fifty years!" After cursing me out, he grabbed me by the collar, ready to force me to swallow the money. Suddenly, his father rushed over and slapped him across the face. "Someone's dug up your great-grandfather's grave, and you're still out here messing around!"