"Who will teach you and me? If we say we don't want to teach, we won't teach."
Meng Qiyun took out two coins from his purse and stuffed them into his hand, "Give me back your maltose."
The boy's face fell, "Sister, you can't do this."
In order to let his mother make sweets, he acted cute and wallowed, and even lost his face. Is it easy for him?
Meng Qiyun ignored him, spread out the rag, and sat on the bench, "Step aside, don't delay my business."
The boy squatted down in front of the rag with his face in his hands and continued talking to her: "It just so happens that there is no one else around right now. Sister, please help me figure it out first."
Meng Qiyun asked him: "One hexagram and two taels of silver, can you afford it?"
"Isn't it just ten cents worth of money yesterday? You can't deliberately trick people because my young master is so young." The boy behind the boy couldn't help but interject.
"Who tricked me? You said that was yesterday's price, but you still don't allow me to raise the price today?"
"Hey, you little girl is really unforgiving with your mouth."
The boy tugged at the hem of the boy's clothes: "Little monkey, pay, I want to tell fortunes."
"Ah, do you really want to count? If my wife knows that you are spending money outside, I will definitely spank you."
The boy's face turned red and he stared at him with his lips pouted. Why did the stinky monkey say everything? Doesn't he want to lose face?
The boy stamped his feet and raised his voice: "Hurry up, I have something serious to settle."
The boy sighed helplessly, lowered his head, took out his wallet and took out some money.
After receiving the money, Meng Qiyun's tone softened a lot: "Little brat, no, who do you want to be with this guest?"
The boy looked at her with round eyes: "Help me calculate when I can succeed as a disciple."
The young man showed an expression that was indeed true. His young master had such a temper and was very stubborn. He must try his best to accomplish whatever he set his mind to.
If you can't do it today, I guess you'll have to do it tomorrow.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to slap himself in the ear. Tell me why he wanted to drag the young master over to see people and tell fortunes when he had nothing to do. Now it's great, he can't get away!
Meng Qiyun directly returned the money to him, "Don't worry about it. I don't accept apprentices. What's the use of accepting apprentices? They can't be used as money or as food."
She waved her hand in disgust, "Stay there and don't block the customers behind you."
The boy wanted to speak again, but before he could open his mouth, he was pushed away by the old woman behind him.
The old woman held ten coins in her hands and smiled so much that the fat on her face trembled. "Little girl, my old sow is about to give birth to piglets. Please help me calculate how many piglets she can give birth to this time."
Meng Qiyun: "..."
Looking for her to count as a sow giving birth to piglets?
Is this appropriate?
"Two taels of silver count once, are you sure you want to count it?"
Under the power of two taels of silver, the old woman walked away silently with the copper plate in her pocket. The guests who had to worry about strange matters such as whether the hens could lay eggs or whether there were fish in the river at the head of the village, etc., consciously avoided the situation.
Most of the fortune tellers were now gone. Others were fortune tellers or marriage tellers. It was relatively simple, and ten business orders were completed without much effort.
Meng Qiyun counted the silver in the porcelain bowl and stretched out contentedly. According to this trend, she should be able to buy a gold bracelet for her mother soon.
The younger sister has arranged new clothes, so naturally a sister cannot admit defeat!
When he was about to close the stall and leave, a group of boys came over, surrounded by a fat and well-dressed middle-aged man.
Meng Qiyun looked at them indifferently, "Sorry, I have to close the stall. If you want to tell your fortune, come back tomorrow."
The middle-aged man didn't say a single unnecessary word, and took out two ingots of silver from his sleeves, "Can you forget it now?"
Meng Qiyun sat back again, "Excuse me, uncle, what do you want to do?"
"Calculate my fortune." Zheng Duojin touched the fat on his belly and reported his birth date as she asked.
Meng Qiyun counted with his fingers for a moment, then raised his head and asked: "Did uncle's wife die two years ago?"
Zheng Duojin nodded, "Death, what next? Does it have anything to do with my wealth?"
"Uncle, you have a fortune of wealth and peach blossom, which means that your wealth has a lot to do with your wife. If your wife has a prosperous husband, you will have good luck and make a fortune; on the contrary, if your wife has a bad fortune, you will also
Then you will lose money."
Now Zheng Duojin understood clearly, "You mean my business has been getting worse and worse in the past two years because I married a wife with a bad fate?"
"It can be understood this way."
"The reason why we have gotten to this point together with me is because of the bitch Shen Dahua! She still cries and asks me for money all day long. Where does she have the face?"
Zheng Duojin was furious and cursed on the spot, "I must divorce her today. I won't be happy if I don't!"
A young man next to him quickly advised: "Master, don't worry, let me analyze it for you. My wife has been married to the Zheng family for two years and has taken care of the Zheng family very well."
"You're going to divorce your wife after just a few words from this little kid. It's a bit hasty, and it won't be good for your reputation if word spreads. How about we go back and find someone to settle the matter?"
Zheng Duojin thought about the same truth and praised: "Dashan, you are more thoughtful. Let's talk about this when we get back."
"Before you leave, please pay the fortune teller's money."
Meng Qiyun spoke lazily, she didn't care whether the guests believed her words or not, as long as she got the money.
Zheng Duojin threw the silver onto the rags, turned around and left with his big belly on his shoulders.
Meng Qiyun looked at the silver that fell on the ground and curled his lips. You have no manners at all. You deserve to be unlucky!
The boy standing by bent down to pick up the silver and handed it to her with a flattering smile, "Sister, your silver."
"Thank you." Meng Qiyun took the money from his hand and left without looking back.
The boy looked at her back longingly and sighed sadly, "Sister is so cold and cold, she doesn't even pay attention to me."
The young man sighed with him, "Young master, no one is here anymore, let's go home."
"Okay, go home." The boy smacked his lips and said, "Come back tomorrow and bring the osmanthus cake made by my mother. She will definitely like it."
The young man silently cursed: Young Master, you really look like a dog licker.
On the other side, Zheng Duojin came home angrily. As soon as he entered the door, before he could get angry, Shen Dahua greeted him with a smile.
"Sir, it's a great joy, a great joy!"
Shen Dahua held the handkerchief and smiled shyly, "I'm pregnant! The doctor just came to check my pulse and said I'm two months pregnant."
Zheng Duojin stayed where he was, "Pregnant, pregnant? Really or not?"
"Of course it's true. If I don't believe it, I can invite the doctor over again to diagnose it in front of you."
Zheng Duojin shook his arms and waved to the boy behind him, "Dashan, go and call the doctor!"
"Yes!" Dashan looked at Shen Dahua with great joy, turned around and ran away.
The way Zheng Duojin looked at Shen Dahua changed now. The anger just now was gone, replaced by surprise and expectation.
He is 44 years old and has only a frail and sick son. He suffers from headaches and coughs all day long and looks like he will die at any moment, let alone take over the Zheng family's business.
So he dreams of having another child, regardless of male or female, as long as he is healthy! This chapter has been completed!