The hawker with a meager income was reluctant to spend a gold coin to tell fortunes. Of course, he couldn't afford so much money.
It was a lowly job to support his family. Even if he worked early in the morning and late at night, he could not earn more than ten silver coins in a month.
He had to save a gold coin for a whole year without eating or drinking.
The monthly living expenses for his family of four are only six silver coins, so they can already live a pretty good life.
"Okay, good intentions are just like donkey liver and lungs. I don't have time to accompany you to talk nonsense."
"Let's go, let's continue to drink from the northwest wind, and I will continue to set up my stall."
With a dark face, the vendor waved his hands repeatedly.
The old fortune teller nicknamed the Black Thief didn't bother her too much, turned around and left, shouting loudly.
"Fortune telling, predicting good and bad luck, predicting misfortunes and blessings."
"Ask about your future and marriage, and look at the feng shui of your home."
"Yang life will eventually end, and Yin virtue will be fully reincarnated."
"It can be described as a natural disaster..."
He drawled out his voice, and his old voice became even more feeble.
In this way, day by day, month by month.
In a blink of an eye, another half year has passed.
From an unknown day, the residents of Qinghe City were surprised to find that the old fortune teller was no longer there.
No one knows where he went, whether he was dead or alive.
Anyway, he has never been seen in the city again, and his usual laughable shouts can no longer be heard.
Instead, an old miracle doctor with a "wonderful rejuvenation" appeared out of thin air in "Guangyuan City" thousands of miles away.
He was holding a silver needle cloth roll, a yellow wooden square box on his shoulder, and a palm-sized red leather gourd hanging on his waist.
They are also walking around the streets to solicit business, and they are also leaving early and returning late.
The difference is that the consultation fee he set is extremely low, only ten copper coins each time.
If he met a poor family who was impoverished, he would not only take no money from them, but would also generously give some medicinal materials to them, ensuring that the patients he treated could recover day by day and be cured by the medicine.
Slowly, the old man's reputation for "saving lives and healing the wounded" became more and more popular, and his reputation became more and more popular.
From a rich man with a fortune to a homeless street kid, no matter who mentions him, they will give him a thumbs up from the bottom of their hearts and praise him as "living Bodhisattva".
Yes, Bodhisattva has a kind heart and superb medical skills.
Let you suffer from a serious disease for many years, or the long-term illness becomes difficult to treat and becomes a disaster.
As long as the old miracle doctor takes action, there is no disease that cannot be cured.
A certain man injured his leg when he was young and limped for many years. He had seen countless doctors, big and small, but could not see any results.
Until I met the old miracle doctor, he inserted thirteen needles into the flesh acupuncture points and swallowed the medicinal decoction. In just half a month, he could walk like flying, run and jump.
Whose woman has been infertile for many years, and even when she is nearly forty, she has not been able to give birth to a boy and a girl to her husband's family.
When she was about to give up her life, the old miracle doctor gave her a good prescription.
Hey, guess what?
Three months later, she became pregnant. The couple cried with joy and hugged each other.
Old Man Li from Dongmen is approaching his end and his body has become cold.
The old miracle doctor said that he still had five years to live, his three souls and seven souls were still there, and he would not die for the time being.
Good guy, just one day and one night passed, and old man Li got up from the bed and drank three large bowls of rice soup in a row.
It is said that on the third day, he went to work in the fields with a hoe and almost scared the old man Xue who lived next door to death.
Butcher Zhang from the south of the city started losing control of his hands during the twelfth lunar month of last year, had a splitting headache, and had nightmares every night.
He dreamed that a group of things with human bodies and animal faces were running around his bed and screaming, demanding that he kill someone to pay for his life.
That is because the real disease cannot be detected, and the deficiency disease has no root cause.