After the young man finished picking his nose, he went to pick his ear wax. With a calm face, he said, "Two hours ago, I went to your house to climb the wall and had a private conversation with your mother. Do you know what is six short words and three long words? You are still young and inexperienced, so you definitely don't understand. In any case, your old mother is very happy in bed. Who knows, maybe tomorrow I will become your cheap father. Come come come, call me father first. "
The young man straightened his back. Liu Scar was humiliated on the street. He no longer cared about the woman. He looked around but didn't find anything useful to beat people. He took big strides and rushed up to teach this little bastard a lesson, who still hadn't grown up after being beaten countless times. The young man's appearance was actually quite delicate, but it was covered by his ruffian appearance. Seeing that the situation wasn't good, he wanted to run away, but he was blocked by five or six of Liu Scar's brothers. He cursed in his heart, skillfully covering his head and face, and gave them a good beating. Especially the person in question, Liu Scar, who rolled up his sleeves, squeezed out all of his strength, and kicked this surnamed Su's ass. Hearing a wail, he covered his ass and ran away. Liu Scar and the others began to chase after him, grabbing the chairs and chairs by the side of the street and randomly smashing them. The street vendors who were doing business were all cursing. This town wasn't that big, but after living together for twenty years, they knew these idle and lazy people very well. They knew which ones to curse and which ones to fight back. When Liu Scar and the others vented their anger, they casually threw the chairs and stools back. There was also no trace of the backpack girl. This made Liu Scar want to go to Su's house and turn it upside down, but thinking of the old bachelor's strength, he shrunk his neck and felt a chill. He could only endlessly curse that Su Su, that brat, had been beaten until his d * ck was gone, and he would never be able to sh * t in this lifetime.
The young man surnamed Su, who had suffered an unexpected calamity for no reason, took a detour and walked through several alleys before squatting at a corner of a wall. He used his thumb to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. His nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his whole body was sore. He pulled open his collar and saw a bruise on his shoulder. He sucked in a breath of cold air, stood up, tiptoed, and leaned against the yellow mud wall. He shouted a few times, but in the end, he still didn't see the lady who sold scallion pancakes. He also didn't see any women's undergarments or other personal items on the bamboo poles used to dry clothes. Feeling somewhat bored, he endured the stinging pain and pretended to walk leisurely while whistling. On the way, he casually grabbed a piece of bacon and threw it into his mouth to chew. Hsu Fengnian and the group of Confucian scholars checked into a first-class inn. Old Scholar Luo had already helped to pay the bill, so Hsu Fengnian didn't want to be pretentious about this kind of trivial matter. He made an appointment with Feng Shanling to have dinner at a time-honored restaurant that he had just inquired about. Because it wasn't time to eat yet, he went out for a walk. After walking a few streets, he saw a simple fortune-telling stall under an old willow tree. The fortune-teller wore a wrinkled and tattered Taoist robe and had a goatee. The business was cold and cheerless. He sat on a borrowed bench and dozed off in a daze. From time to time, his chin would knock on the table covered with a cotton cloth. Hsu Fengnian hesitated for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the flag that was fluttering softly due to the lack of wind. It was probably about five hundred years. As a fortune-teller, he was afraid that his tone would be too low.
Hsu Fengnian walked over and knocked on the stall with his finger. The fortune-teller woke up with a start and hurriedly wiped his saliva with his sleeve. He sat upright and still and tried his best to put on the air of an expert. He spoke incessantly, "This immortal is proficient in Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, Ziwei, Astrology, Palmistry, Qimen Dun Jia, Geography, Fengshui. Whether it is Yin or Yang, all of them are extremely accurate. May I ask what Gongzi wants this immortal to tell?"
Hsu Fengnian had partnered with Old Huang and Wenhua in the past, so he could be considered a veteran in this line of swindling money. He smiled and said, "Why don't you pinch your fingers and calculate what I want to calculate first?"
The old Daoist did not dare to talk nonsense for a moment. He stood up and pretended to pass the bench to this customer who had taken the bait with great difficulty. He sat down in the old willow pit and took the opportunity to look at this ordinary-looking young man from the corner of his eyes. After he sat down, he stretched out two fingers and twirled his goatee. He did not say anything.
Hsu Fengnian held back his laughter and was not in a hurry to speak. In fact, this line of work was very important in terms of acting. It was nothing more than blindly guessing and asking for money to solve a disaster. There were four parts to it, one after another. If there were no mistakes, one would be able to earn a copper coin. In the past, it was difficult for him to be a fortune-teller. After all, he did not have hair on his mouth and was not reliable in his work. Even if he borrowed a Taoist robe, it was difficult to fool people.
The old Daoist's eyes wandered and said softly, "Gongzi, are you here to calculate the fate of an official?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head.
The old man said, "Oh, to calculate the fortune of an official."
Hsu Fengnian still shook his head.
The old man was finally unable to sit still. If he could not guess correctly, then wouldn't the fatty meat in his mouth fly out of the bowl? Hsu Fengnian did not continue to make things difficult for this fortune-teller who was clearly living a simple life. He smiled and said, "Actually, Old Immortal has guessed correctly. Not only is it to calculate the fortune of an official, but it is also to calculate the fortune of an official."
The old man was relieved and nodded lightly, "This Immortal has always calculated with every possibility taken into account."
With a beginning that was not too embarrassing, what followed was a deluge of nonsense. Hsu Fengnian did not expose him and nodded from time to time. The old Daoist's saliva flew everywhere and he was in high spirits. Hsu Fengnian had exchanged some pieces of silver at the inn. After hearing that he might have a bright future, he took out a piece of silver and prepared to return home. The old Daoist, who had not touched silver for more than half a year, suddenly had his eyes lit up. When the silver was placed on the table, he grabbed it with lightning speed and put it into his sleeve. He then stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Gongzi, what time were you born? This Immortal can calculate it for you again. This is free."
Hsu Fengnian had already left the bench and sat down again. He smiled and said, "Let's not talk about me first. Help me calculate my father's time. He was born in the afternoon."
The old Daoist pretended to ponder and asked about the specific time in a day. He then said slowly, "This is not a good time. It is the fate of leaving home early in life. Brothers and sisters also died early. If the fortune is not good, the husband and wife will not be able to grow old together. However, the death of the wife will make the man's fortune better in his later years."
The old Daoist saw that the young man in front of him had a dull expression and thought that he had said something wrong. He was about to change his words and was afraid that the silver in his sleeves would be taken back. He did not expect that the young man would ask about the fortune of his eldest sister and second sister. After knowing the time and time, the old Daoist deliberately mystified him. He pinched his fingers and calculated again and again. He braced himself and said a few words, not daring to say more. He carefully glanced at the young man. The latter's lips trembled as he squeezed out a smile and told the old Daoist the time of his birth. The old Daoist quietly wiped his sweat and pretended to be calm as he said, "Not bad, not bad. Gongzi is handsome and intelligent. You have a lot of fortune in your life. Your parents' fortune has been shared with you. Your early days were rough, your middle days were hard, but your late days were good. Therefore, gongzi need not worry too much."
The old fortune teller hesitated for a while before saying, "Gongzi, forgive me for speaking out of turn. Gongzi's family has more or less had their fortune reduced because of you."
He then hurriedly added, "But gongzi's family's fortune is not bad. They do not care about this little bit."
Under the old willow tree, the young man and the old fortune teller looked at each other.
Su Su who was strolling over was thinking that there would be an idiot who would read the fortune of this old swindler. He then saw the man whose head had been kicked by a donkey scatter a handful of silver. The next scene made him feel even more incredulous.
Su Su turned around and planned to return to his shop to be scolded. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "This guy is crazy!"
A young man from a foreign land sat under a withered old tree. He did not cry out loud and just stood there crying.
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