After leaving Changting Hutong, Qingyu and Shi'an walked back slowly. Along the way, they saw a shop selling peach cakes. Qingyu bought a small bag and ate while walking, feeling very comfortable for a while.
Seeing her eating her mouth full, Shi'an laughed and joked, "If you keep eating like this, you will grow into a chubby little boy in the future."
"Huh?" Qingyu stopped and touched her cheek, with a serious look on her face, "Have you really gained weight?"
"She's not fat." Shi'an touched her little head, "It's just that she was too thin before."
Qing Yu made a sound and started eating again.
"The senior sister and Qian Laoer went to see the place, and the second junior sister and San Chan went to see the Yin Mansion. They probably won't be able to come back for a while. It's still early and there's nothing to do when we go back. I want to set up a stall at the market.
Son, junior sister, do you want to go together?" Shi'an asked Xiang Qingyu.
Qingyu nodded, "Okay."
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Qingyu and Shi'an first went back to Jiuquli, picked up the fortune-telling flags, and then turned to the fortune-telling street in Daquwan.
Daquwan has a special feature: businesses of the same type are all clustered together, such as Wood Alley, an alley dedicated to carpentry, or fortune-telling, an alley dedicated to fortune-telling.
Qingyu was pulled by Shi'an through the vegetable market, around the meat market, and then through the rice market. In short, after many twists and turns, she finally arrived at her destination - a dead end.
There are many people in the alley. On the left and right walls are a line of fortune-telling flags and fortune-tellers, and in the middle are customers who come to tell fortunes. Some of these people are gathered around to listen, and some are walking around unsure of which one to choose.
, some hesitated and were dragged to their seats by the yelling fortune teller.
The whole alley feels like it is overcrowded.
Qingyu looked around and asked, "Senior brother, where are you sitting?"
"Go inside." Shi'an led her inside and didn't stop until she reached the end.
There were two futons hanging on the bottom wall. Shi'an took off the futons and spread them on the ground. Then he inserted the fortune-telling flag in the corner, straightened the flags, and then placed Qingyu on a futon and sat down.
Then he said to the fortune teller opposite who also had no guests: "Mr. Xu, can you lend me your little bench first?"
Qingyu looked over and saw that there was a low stool in the opposite corner, probably in case there were many guests.
The person who was called Mr. Xu raised his head when he heard the sound. What made Qingyu's eyebrows move slightly was that this person looked quite young, in his twenties, which was very different from the people in front of him with fluttering beards.
"Okay." Mr. Xu replied flatly and buried his head again. Only then did Qingyu notice that his banner said "Ghostwriter", which meant that he was not a fortune teller.
Shi'an thanked him, took the low stool over, wiped it clean, and placed it on the opposite side for the guests to sit on. Seeing Qingyu's curious face, he whispered in his ear:
"This man was originally a scholar, but he gave up his fame and made a living here as a ghostwriter and fortune teller." He added, "I heard what the person next to me said, and he doesn't like to be called a scholar, so he only wants to be called sir."
Qingyu looked to the side and saw that he was in his forties and had a long flowing beard. He stroked it with his hands from time to time and was talking to the guests in front of him in some specious words.
She sat cross-legged on the futon and looked at the pedestrians in front of her curiously. Most people would reach a certain position and not go back. It seemed that they felt too deserted, and if they looked twice, they would look like a weirdo.
"Mr. Xu, have you finished the letter I asked you to write the day before?" an aunt came towards me and called out before she even got close.
Mr. Xu still showed no unnecessary expression. He took out a letter from the drawer and handed it to the aunt, "Ten copper coins."
The aunt took out ten copper coins, opened the letter and looked at it for a few times. Although she couldn't understand it, she looked happy and said, "Thank you very much." Then she hurried away.
"Hey, Xu Xiucai is ghostwriting today. It's a pity that I can't see you telling people's fortunes, so I won't be able to gain knowledge." The aunt's voice attracted the attention of some people, and one of them started to joke because he had some free time.
Xu Xiucai was unmoved and continued to write his own. The man seemed bored and turned his eyes to Qingyu and Shi'an again, and immediately laughed,
"Hey, our little god didn't just come by himself today, he also brought his sister. Maybe Lucky Star can recruit a few more people to fool you, hahaha."
Most of the people sitting in the corner were not doing well in business and many were idle. He smiled and said this, which attracted other people.
Some people may have had little business all day and got very angry, so they complained to Shi'an:
"Boy, don't embarrass yourself here. The reason why our feng shui is bad here is all because you are sitting there. You are a big guy and you want to tell people's fortunes. Aren't you deliberately making people laugh at us?"
"Yes, actually I've wanted to say it for a long time. If you sit here, who wants to come? One of them will write letters and the other will have fun. Those who don't know may think it's a school."
"Hey, didn't someone come to ask this kid this morning? I didn't expect that he made up a lot of nonsense and even got a few of the words right. That guy also has no brains. He really thinks he is a god. If he can still be considered a god like this, then I would have been a long time ago.
It’s become famous.”
"Boy, if you know what's going on, leave as soon as possible. I've been putting up with you for a long time."
A few people were talking to each other, but they didn't take Shi'an and Qingyu seriously at all. Qingyu looked at them indifferently, but before the cold light in his eyes could flow, Shi'an touched her head first,
Then he stood up, his face, which had always been warm, turned cold.
"I don't care about you at all, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, so don't blame me for not giving you face."
He closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, slowly opened them again, seemingly unchanged. However, the few people staring at him suddenly seemed to have fallen into an abyss. They lost weight and were accompanied by strong dizziness. They sat down directly.
Unsteady, they fell to the ground one by one, and even covered their faces and cried bitterly.
"Why is my life so miserable? I don't want to live anymore."
"What kind of fate is this? Who will calculate it for me and see when my life of poverty will end."
"I don't know how to tell fortunes at all. I'm all lying to you. It's ridiculous that you believe it after hearing a few good words. It's extremely ridiculous and stupid."
Several people were crying and laughing, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around them. The crowd talked incessantly, some said they were crazy, some said they were possessed by evil spirits, and some people heard the fortune-telling words and were so angry that they rushed towards them, beating, grabbing and shouting.
He is a liar and is clamoring for his money to be paid back.
Shi'an regained his usual calmness, sat down next to Qingyu, and shook his cattail leaf fan, as if nothing had happened.
Qingyu was a little surprised: "How much cultivation has your senior brother recovered?"
Shi'an smiled and whispered in Qingyu's ear: "Less than 10%, it won't last for a moment."
Sure enough, not long after the words were spoken, those people regained their consciousness. Some people touched their faces with tears stained for unknown reasons, while some people's faces were burning and painful, and when others saw, there were only a few paw prints.
There were several circles of people around, looking at them, pointing, laughing or shaking their heads.
Only then did a few people look at the corner in horror. A young man and a young girl were talking and laughing as if nothing happened.
Maybe he saw them looking around, and the young man raised his eyes slightly. As soon as his eyes came, several people screamed in fright and ran away.
"I seem to have become a scourge."
"It's time for them to suffer a little."
Xu Xiucai, who was sitting opposite, stared at the two brothers and sisters in astonishment, and the ink dripping from his brush fell onto the letter paper unconsciously.