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There is an ancient saying, "The street hangs a thousand steps willow, the clouds reflect the two cities. Tianbi Tai Ge Li,
Feng Liang Ge Guan Qing. "
It was referring to the prosperity of Yangzhou, and because of the convenient water and land transportation,
It was a distribution center for commodity trading, so it had all kinds of industries. Red House, Art Pavilion, Tea House, and Wine Shop,
There were many shops, all full of strange goods.
Shuijing's fortune-telling stall was on Nanfang Street. Compared to the most prosperous East and West Streets, most of the people here were locals, and the local customs were stronger.
There was originally a fortune-teller on this street. He was a lean old man. How long did he look? Gray and white, wearing a Taoist robe that had been washed a little white,
On the table in front of him was a tattered book, a turtle shell,
A few copper coins, and a bamboo tube filled with bamboo sticks,
At first glance, it was much more credible than the fortune-telling stall in Shuijing.
Ever since that incident,
Shuijing hated monks and Taoists the most,
Seeing that his stall was actually less than a hundred meters diagonally opposite the old Taoist priest, his face darkened.
He planned to go back and reprimand the shadow guard who chose this position for him.
What Shui Jing didn't notice was that when he passed by the old Daoist's fortune-telling stall, the old Daoist who originally had his eyes half-closed opened his eyelids and stared at Shui Jing's back. He only closed his eyes again after Shui Jing sat down.
Ten taels per divination. Even if there were many rich families in Yangzhou, not many people were willing to spend this money on an illusory fortune-telling that they did not know whether it was true or false. Not to mention that there was a fortune-telling master not far away, who only cost ten copper coins per divination.
Shuijing did not care about the bleakness of the customers coming in like clouds, but no one patronized him. Instead, he was happy to be idle and took out a travel book to read.
After an unknown period of time, just as he was reading with relish, the sunlight in front of him was suddenly blocked. He raised his head and saw an old man in his fifties or sixties standing in front of the stall. His clothes were simple but did not lose his dignity. His bearing was calm and somewhat dignified. Based on his experience in reading people, this person either had a small fortune in his family or was the steward of a large family. However, the space between this person's eyebrows was short and there was a deep mark. It was likely that he had been troubled by something for a long time. Looking at his physiognomy, there was no illness or disaster recently. It seemed that the person who was troubled was someone close to him.
"Fortune telling?" Shuijing was the first to speak.
The old man hesitated for a moment and looked at the Shuijing several times. Then, he sat down and said, "I have a friend. Recently, many things have happened in his family. I want to ask for a divination for him. I want to know when his family will turn from sorrow to joy."
Shuijing raised her eyebrows. "Where is he? Why didn't he come personally?"
"My friend's identity is a little special, and … he doesn't really believe in this." The old man was a little embarrassed. "I came here without telling him."
Shuijing thought for a moment. "Since that's the case, let's do a word reading." He pointed at the paper and pen. "Write anything."
The old man picked up the pen and wrote "Lin" on the paper. Then, he looked at the Shuijing expectantly.
Shuijing looked at the words on the paper and frowned slightly. He said bluntly, "'Lin' is a good character. With two trees together, there is no difficulty that can stump him. But … "
The old man's expression was just happy for a moment before he became nervous again. "But what?"
Shuijing pointed at the "tree" on the right side of the "Lin" and said, "This" tree "is bigger than the one on the left. It is especially conspicuous in the" Lin ". As the saying goes, the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. With your friend's current situation, I'm afraid … "He shook his head as he spoke.
The old man's face turned ghastly pale. "You, you mean … Mister, do you have a way to solve this problem? Please, you must save my master. "
Master?
Shuijing looked at the old man without batting an eyelid. He didn't care about the old man's fear and anxiety as he said, "There isn't."
The old man didn't expect Shuijing to reply so straightforwardly. He was stunned for a moment before he seemed to think of something. He took out two silver ingots from his sleeve and said, "This is ten taels of silver. It's the money for the word reading." He then took out a banknote from his sleeve. "Mister, this old man only has this much. But my master is very rich. As long as you are willing to help him solve his current predicament, you can have as much money as you want. This banknote will be your down payment. I beg you to do a good deed and save my master. My master has never done anything bad in his life. Every year, he gives medicine and porridge. He has never left behind money for incense and oil to the temple. Mister, can you really bear to stand by and do nothing for such a good person? "
Stand by and do nothing? How could he be so sure that he could help his master?
Thinking of this, Shuijing began to narrow his eyes and carefully size up the old man. He didn't notice that although the old man was dressed plainly, the fabric was expensive. This wasn't something that an ordinary family could afford, let alone a servant. This meant that his master's family was either rich or noble. There were many salt merchants in Jiangnan. Not only were they rich, but they also secretly controlled Jiangnan's economic lifeline and even the officialdom. Among the officials, he thought of someone who had power and money and was related to the word "Lin" — — Lantai Temple's doctor, Imperial Salt Patrol, Lin Ruhai.
Unfortunately, no matter who it was, he didn't like them. Was giving porridge and adding money for incense and oil a good person?
Thinking of this, Shuijing put the two silver ingots into his pocket and pushed the banknote toward the old man. "I'm sorry, I really can't help. Please find someone better."
The old man looked as if the sky had collapsed. He said mournfully, "Does Mister not have any compassion?"
"How strange." Shuijing didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed. "With your master's identity and status, why would you think that a fortune-teller like me can help? And the person who can destroy him is definitely not an ordinary person. What can a fortune-teller like me help with? "
Even if he could help, why would he waste time and energy to help someone he didn't like? He wasn't a saint. To put it bluntly, he was a bit narrow-minded.
The old man's face stiffened. He stammered for a long time, but couldn't say anything.
"I'm very curious." Shuijing tapped the table. His voice became cold. "Why do you think I can help your master?"
The old man lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry to disturb you."
Watching the old man's fleeing figure disappear, Shuijing picked up the travel book again to read.
He wasn't afraid that someone knew his identity and wanted to harm him. If they came, they had to be alive to return.
Time flew by. Soon, the sun set in the west. At this time, it was a bit difficult to read the book. Shuijing stretched his stiff neck and decided to go home.
"Mister, can you tell my fortune?"
A voice as soft as a mosquito sounded. Shuijing looked at the person who came. It was a burly man with a dark face. If he wasn't the only one around, Shuijing would find it hard to believe that he was the one who spoke just now.
When the burly man saw that Shuijing didn't speak for a long time, he couldn't help but become nervous. He said in a panic, "Mister, I, I want to have my fortune told."
Shuijing touched his forehead.
Today was really strange. With such a strong competitor like the lean Taoist priest, there were actually two people who wanted to have their fortunes told. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong.
However, he was more concerned about whether the burly man wearing faded and patched coarse hemp clothes had the money to pay him ten taels of silver. He didn't like to work for free.
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