On March 15th, the sky was clear and the wind was light, the weather was slightly warm at the end of spring, and the sunshine was warm.
Early that morning, Hua Xiaogu dragged Yongan to the houses of the old neighbors of the Hua family, knocking on the door one by one to ask for help.
She pointed at Yong'an's figure and described it with gestures, hoping to borrow some reddish clothes to wear.
Hua Xiaogu has a sweet talk, and the old neighbors feel sorry for her, so the little girl has such trouble in her family, so every family is rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and whenever they can find a red dress, Yongan is asked to try it on.
Finally, the two of them finally borrowed a pair of maroon shorts, which looked a little too big on Yongan.
Hua Xiaogu looked left and right, then squatted down and tucked his trousers in.
Finally able to see through it, Hua Xiaogu thanked the neighbor who lent her clothes again and again, and then ran to the Confucius Temple with Yong An.
It was still early at noon, so Hua Xiaogu bought some incense and sat with Yongan on the steps not far from the Confucius Temple, staring at the sky in a daze.
"Looking at the day, it seems like it's going to rain?" After a moment of daze, Yong'an suddenly said.
Hua Xiaogu looked at the sky blankly, then turned around and asked: "The sky is clear right now, why did you say it's going to rain?"
Yongan scratched his head: "I guessed..."
Before Hua Xiaogu could give him a look, Yongan seemed to have remembered something interesting again, and said to Hua Xiaogu with great interest: "On the other hand, in our ruined temple, there are a group of beggars living there, but they are also very kind.
Quite a lot! There is an old man who is lame. Let’s call him Lame Old Man, and he will know how to look at the sky. That’s right.”
Hua Xiaogu picked at the nail caps of his fingers, and while scanning the crowd, looking for the Fu family's sedan, he casually replied: "That lame old man, was he a good farmer in the past, right?"
Yongan's eyes widened: "Huh? How do you know?"
"Is this still difficult? Farmers all depend on the weather. Who doesn't pay more or less attention to the weather? It's not surprising that some people can see it very accurately."
Yong'an curled his lips, feeling bored, then thought of something fun, and continued: "There's another one! Let's call him Mo Laojiu. He probably used to be a wine maker, but now he's addicted to alcohol, and he doesn't know where he's coming from every day.
Get some wine and get yourself drunk."
This aroused Hua Xiaogu's curiosity: "Huh? If you have money to buy wine, why are you going to beg?"
Yong'an shook his head. Seeing that Hua Xiaogu finally felt curious, he suddenly felt a little proud: "So he is weird. It is said that he has a family, but he never goes home, saying that he has done something wrong, and his wife at home
The children are all complaining about him and he dare not go home."
Hua Xiaogu felt a little curious, so he turned his head and looked at Yong'an.
"But we all know that his wife and children have died long ago! This matter is so gloomy that we dare not mention it in front of Mo Laojiu. Also, Mo Laojiu himself is eccentric. Whose daughter is born?
When you are pregnant, why don't you plant a peach tree, grapefruit tree, or osmanthus tree in the yard to seek good luck? But when his daughter was born, he planted a sycamore tree in the yard.
, but more than ten years ago, while her daughter was still there, the tree was cut down..."
Yongan just talked casually, but Hua Xiaogu found this person interesting.
"You know nothing. None of the peach blossoms and osmanthus trees you mentioned are as powerful as this sycamore tree! Fengqi sycamore tree, Mo Laojiu thinks his daughter has great fortune, do you know?"
