The next day, Ergou got up and cooked breakfast before waking Cuihua.
After breakfast, Ergou went to the soil, and Cuihua also went.
"You stay at home, there is a child in your belly!" Ergou said.
Cuihua said with a smile: "I'm not that delicate. Many women still do farm work when their bellies are big. Some women give birth while working. Those born in the soil are named Tusheng, and those born on the road are named Lusheng."
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"That's because I can't help it. Our family is very busy, so you should rest at home."
"I don't. I'll go, I don't want to be too tired, Ergou, okay?" Cuihua said and took the hoe.
"Okay, if you really want to go, go ahead."
Ergou and Cuihua went to Tuli, while Wang Cai stayed at home to cook.
On the way, Ergou said with a smile: "Why do you have to make a fuss and do things? It's so comfortable to just stay at home and watch TV."
"I like to be with you." Cuihua said with a smile.
Erhe and Gou Cuihua laughed and came to work in the soil.
Not long after Cuihua and Ergou left, Wang Qing brought his great-grandson Wang Wenbing to Ergou's house.
When Wang Cai saw it, he asked them to sit down and took out the peanuts and put them in Wang Wenbing's pocket. Wenbing happily took the peanuts and knocked them on the ground, having a great time.
Wang Qing and Wang Cai chatted about home affairs.
"I heard that Cuihua is pregnant with a child, and Ergou feels that he has a bright future in life. It's great." Wang Qing said with a smile.
Wang Cai touched his beard with his hand: "Yes! I finally got my wish!"
"I'm not as lucky as you!"
"Don't say that. Although you lost your son a long time ago, don't you still have civil soldiers?" Wang Cai said with a smile.
"Although I still have Wen Bing and Xiao Hua. However, Wang Xiaohua is adopted after all!"
"Li Liying is also very filial to you. Don't think too much about it." Wang Cai still sympathized with Wang Qing in his heart. He felt that Wang Qing was indeed suffering more than himself.
"Well. If Li Liying was not filial and didn't care about this family, I'm afraid I would have been buried in the ground long ago and this family would be gone." Wang Qing sighed.
"The old people chatted and chatted, while the children played alone and had their own fun!"
Wang Qing and Wang Cai heard the voice and saw it was a fortune teller holding a birdcage.
The two old men ignored him.
Two old men, draw lots and I will do the math for you. Don’t give away money!
"It doesn't count, it doesn't count! Find someone else!" Wang Cai said.
"Let you find someone else! We don't count! I didn't hear you!" Wang Qingye said.
The fortune teller looked at the two old men and then at the child: "This child belongs to your family, right?" He pointed at Wang Qing and said.
Wang Qing and Wang Cai looked at each other, then looked at the fortune teller, but said nothing.
"Your old man has children younger than him, right?" The fortune teller stared at Wang Cai.
"You said that child is his grandson?" Wang Cai asked instead without answering his own question.
The fortune teller looked at Wen Bing, then at Wang Qing, and shook his head: "No. It must be his great-grandson!"
"You said my child, where is he?" Wang Cai asked again.
The fortune teller smiled: "He's in his mother's belly!"
"You!" Wang Cai said one word.
"I am nothing. My bird is magical. If you tell me your birth date, he will draw lots for you, and it will be accurate." The fortune teller pointed to the bird.
The two old men watched the birds jumping in the cage.
"How about it? Draw a lot." the fortune teller said to them.
"I don't smoke, I have no money." Wang Qing said.
"You, old man, draw a lot and you're guaranteed to get it right! If you don't get it, you can smash my bird cage for free," said the fortune teller.
"How much?" Wang Cai asked.
"It's not expensive, ten yuan."
"It doesn't count," Wang Cai said.
"Money is something external to the body. Predicting the future and avoiding disasters is more important than anything else!" The fortune teller looked at Wang Cai and said, "How about I calculate your future grandson?"
"How do you know I have a future grandson?" Wang Cai asked.
The fortune teller closed his eyes, bent the fingers of his left hand one by one, then suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Did you lose a son? Your grandson is in trouble! This horoscope is difficult to calculate, so I won't count it."
After saying that, the fortune teller took the birdcage and left.
"Wait a minute! Tell me!" Wang Cai took a few steps quickly and blocked the fortune teller.
"It doesn't count! It doesn't count!" the fortune teller said before leaving.
"Do the math, I'll give you ten yuan." Wang Cai said.
"It's not about money! It's really difficult to predict your fate!" The fortune teller looked troubled.
"Why is it so difficult to calculate?"
"Tell the truth! I'm afraid you'll smash my birdcage! Tell a lie, I've never told anyone like this before!" The fortune teller pushed up his glasses with his hand.
"Tell the truth! No matter how ugly the words are, I will listen!" Wang Cai said.
"Really?" The fortune teller stretched his head forward.
"It really counts."
"twenty dollars."
"Didn't you say ten yuan?"
"I said it's hard to tell your fortune. Don't you want to tell it?" the fortune teller said and turned around to leave.
"Forget it! Just wait, I'll get the money." Wang Cai said and entered the room.
Wang Cai gave twenty yuan to the fortune teller: "Forget it!"
"Okay." The fortune teller sat down and asked Wang Cai's birth date and then ticked his fingers.
"How is it?" Wang Cai asked anxiously.
"Don't worry. Let the birds draw lots." The fortune teller said, grabbing a handful of lots from the bag, putting it into the birdcage, and then whistled.
The bird jumped a few times, pulled the lotus with its beak for a while, took out a lotus in its mouth and nodded to the fortune teller.
The fortune teller took the fortune teller and fed some bird food. He held the fortune teller in front of his eyes, shook his head and said: "The waning moon cannot be fully illuminated, and there must be something wrong. If a person is in trouble, stay indoors, and his life will be shortened in exchange for peace."
After the fortune teller finished reading, he quickly put the lottery into the lottery bag, took out the money and gave it to Wang Cai. He picked up the birdcage and left.
Wang Cai grabbed him: "What's wrong with you? You haven't calculated it yet! Your money..."
"I gave you the money. I can't calculate your fortune. You should find another expert!" said the fortune teller.
"You calculate it for me. The lots have been drawn. Please interpret them for me."
"Just give him the signature!" Wang Qingye said.
"This, this...this fate really stumps me!" the fortune teller said.
"Is there any solution?" Wang Qing asked.
"Yes, yes. But it's really difficult!" the fortune teller said with a grimace.
"You tell me the fortune teller." Wang Cai said and handed the money to the fortune teller.
"I'm not satisfied with you saying that such a fortune telling will shorten my own life!" The fortune teller's face stretched longer than a bitter gourd.
"Please, please unscramble it for me!" Wang Cai said.
"Okay! I will definitely lose a few days of my life. So, give me another ten yuan." The fortune teller said.
"Here, here, we agreed on ten yuan, I'll give you twenty yuan." Wang Cai said.
"Forget it." The fortune teller took out the money again.
"Okay. Add ten more yuan." Wang Cai pressed the fortune teller's hand, "I'll get the money!" With that, he entered the house again.
The fortune teller took Wang Cai's money and put it in his pocket, then sat on the small stool and said, "I'm thirsty. Let's have a cup of tea."
"Okay, I'll pour you some tea." Wang Cai ran home and came to the door with a teacup in hand and handed it to the fortune teller.
The fortune teller took a sip of tea, put the tea cup on the ground, and asked: "Do you understand what is signed?"