First comes fate, then luck, then feng shui; fourth, cultivate virtue, and fifth, study.
A master fortune-teller transmigrates into the body of a farm girl. Her family is destitute, her grandmother is demanding they split up the family, and her relatives are busy scheming against her. She smiles at the petty squabbles and angrily takes on the two-faced green tea bitches.
She speaks and trouble follows. She strikes while you're down and takes your life, so every day she risks getting beaten to death.
She makes a fortune every day, selling clothes and vegetables and raising ducks and pigs. Her feng shui money-making schemes always succeed.
“Hey, handsome. Your forehead looks dark, and you're in for a bloody disaster. Heh heh, want me to read your face and feel your bones?”
