One Divination a Day: In a Chaotic Famine, My Granaries Overflow with Food and Silver

Just as Zhou Qingyun was about to inherit a fortune worth billions, he died saving someone and transmigrated into the body of a worthless good-for-nothing, hated by both people and dogs, in a famine-stricken mountain village. Facing an empty house and a family on guard against him, he smiled calmly. Fortunately, a mysterious tortoise shell had appeared in his sea of consciousness, allowing him to cast three divinations a day and pinpoint opportunities! A pheasant here, a harvest of gastrodia elata there, and a former hoodlum suddenly giving up his idle ways? As the whole village watched in astonishment, Zhou Qingyun clutched his divination results and raced down the road to wealth!