Shi'an saw off the last guest, stood up and came to Qingyu's side. Seeing that there were already four strings of copper coins in the basket, he smiled and said, "There have been more and more famous guests coming recently."
"It's definitely better than at the beginning." Qingyu casually grabbed a few copper coins and held them in the palm of his hand, and then put them on the hemp rope one by one. However, perhaps because he grabbed too many coins, his hands failed to hold them, and a few copper coins fell to the ground.
Already.
Qingyu bent down to pick up the copper coins, and Hong Tao happened to come over with a small bamboo basket containing copper coins.
As their reputation spreads, more and more people come to see fortune tellers, and not all of them are looking for wealth, so Qingyu has also set a fee standard. Those who seek fortune will get four out of ten, and those who seek other fortunes will get two out of ten.
Ten copper coins per person.
Qingyu has carefully considered this price. It is not expensive, but it is not cheap either. It is just within the acceptable range for most ordinary people.
Although the ability of Ten An Heart is not expensive even in terms of gold, but in the long run, the most important thing is to build quality and reputation first. Although targeting the powerful can temporarily gain more money, in terms of the long-term spread of reputation,
A small number of wealthy people are definitely not as good as the 89% of the public.
What's more, Qingyu's vision is never limited to the upper class and the rich. What she wants is the world.
Hongtao put the basket in front of Qingyu and said, "To be honest, I was really bored when there were only one or two people a day at the beginning. Now, although there are only about ten or twenty people a day, I am quite satisfied."
Shi'an nodded: "If you pass it on from ten to a hundred, you can have such an effect in just a few days. It's pretty good."
Wen Ya took a sip of water from the bowl and took the time to say: "In a while, you two will be too busy."
Qingyu didn't listen to these words. She leaned over and held a few copper coins in her hand. The expression on her face became heavy, "Senior sister..."
*
At the Sheriff's Mansion, after giving Pan Chenggui acupuncture, Zhufeng was scolded by the medical officer Yang Jin. Zhufeng looked at Pan Chenggui and said confidently: "This is not a good thing, Lord Sheriff."
What?"
"You..." Yang Jin gritted his teeth angrily, and just as he was about to continue his scolding, Pan Chenggui said impatiently: "What are you making trouble? If something happens, it will happen already."
Yang Jin's face turned red with embarrassment, and he quickly responded: "My subordinates are very concerned about their concern. I hope the county governor won't blame me."
Zhufeng put his hands behind his back and said, "The prescription is still the same." Then he walked straight away. Pan Ming quickly followed.
Yang Jin looked at Zhufeng's retreating figure, his eyes red with hatred. He remembered what the Taoist priest said a few days ago: "Replace it." Suddenly, his heart was burning with anxiety and discomfort.
When Zhufeng walked to the gate, he suddenly remembered something and asked Pan Mingdao: "Where are the family members who stayed at the house ten days ago? I'll go and see them."
Pan Minglue thought, "Oh, they are over there in the backyard woodshed." Then he took Zhufeng to the backyard woodshed.
In order to make it easier for the woodman to chop wood, there was a small yard next to the woodshed, and Zhao Qian's family lived in this yard.
When Zhufeng arrived, Zhao Qian was chopping firewood with his sleeves rolled up, and his dark, strong arms were chopping with an axe, quickly, accurately and hard. In order to thank the county guard for taking him in, he worked very hard.
Hearing "Brother Zhao", Zhao Qian was startled, turned around and saw Zhufeng looking at him with a smile on his face.
Zhao Qian happily dropped his ax and ran over, excited, "Brother Bai, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look much better."
"Hahaha~" Zhufeng touched his cheek. He had indeed gained a little fatter than when he first came to the human world. "The same goes for Brother Zhao."
After Zhao Qian realized that he had met Pan Ming, he quickly gave him a blessing and said, "I have met the young master."
Pan Mingxu gave him a hand and said, "No need to be polite."
Mrs. Tong, who heard the noise in the room, also rushed out. Seeing Zhufeng, she was also very happy. She quickly went back to call out the three children to greet people, got stools and poured water, and then said she was going to make lunch.
Let Zhufeng stay and have a casual meal before leaving no matter what.
Zhufeng declined politely, "I won't be able to eat anymore. I have to go back quickly. Besides, I also made lunch at home. I came to give the county governor acupuncture today, and I just happened to come over to see you. My life is much better now."
Zhao Qian smiled gratefully and said, "Thanks to Brother Bai, your great kindness will be remembered by our family..."
Zhufeng waved his hand to interrupt him, "It's not a big favor. Okay, as long as I see you guys being nice, I'll go back. We'll get together later when we have time."
Zhao Qian said hello repeatedly without stopping, and sent Zhufeng some way. On the way, Pan Chenggui sent someone, saying that he had something to do with Pan Ming, so he called Pan Ming away. Zhufeng was called away by Zhao Qian.
He was sent to the gate and left by himself.
A carriage was waiting in front of the Sheriff's Mansion. Zhufeng stepped forward and asked, and after confirming that it was the carriage that was taking him back, he got into the carriage.
It was cold on the road, and Zhufeng had no intention of leaning out of the window and looking at the scenery along the way, so he closed his eyes and meditated in the carriage all the way.
I don’t know how long the carriage lasted, but the carriage stopped. Zhufeng was surprised that it had arrived so quickly. He opened the curtain and looked out, it was a gloomy and remote alley, with walls on both sides, and no one in front or behind.
Did you pass through such an alley when you came? Zhufeng was confused and asked, "Why don't you leave?"
There was no sound in front of the car. Zhufeng felt something was wrong more and more. When the car curtain was lifted, there was no sign of the coachman anywhere.
He felt bad and wanted to drive the carriage by himself. But as soon as he sat in the front room, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the left and right, all with their faces covered. One of them, a tall man, picked up Zhufeng's coat.
He took the lead and dragged him off the carriage.
Zhufeng fell to the ground, his face full of fear, and he kept moving back, "A hero wants money? That's a coincidence. I happen to have some money in the carriage. If you don't believe me, go check it out."
This carriage, this horse, and everything in the carriage are all given to you. You can take your things and leave quickly. This place is not far from the Sheriff's Mansion, and there are often guards patrolling. It would be bad if you are encountered.
Don't worry, I won't say anything, I didn't see anything, I'll leave right away." As he spoke, he got up and ran forward.
But before he could even take two steps, his clothes were grabbed from behind. The person's hand was so strong that he dragged Zhufeng staggering and almost fell to the ground again.
Zhufeng panicked now. These people were either seeking money or killing their lives? But he asked himself that he didn't have any enmity with anyone. The group of people in Gushu Alley were definitely not the same ones. They didn't have such good skills.
If it wasn't the Sheriff's Mansion, could it be Yang Jin? He had been dissatisfied with himself just now, but... even if he was jealous of him, it wouldn't have gone to such an extent.
Zhufeng didn't believe it, but he really couldn't think of anyone else he had offended. Or maybe it was Scar outside the city? But weren't they outside the city? How did they find him?
His mind was filled with panic and chaos, but he begged for mercy again and again: "Heroes, spare your life. I'll give you all my money. I don't have any money left. Why are you doing this? At least let me die and I'll understand."
"If you want to blame, it's your fault for offending someone you shouldn't have offended." The person who grabbed Zhufeng's back said, and then with a "hands on", others rushed up.
Zhufeng quickly curled up, hugged his head tightly, and then gritted his teeth to prepare for a severe beating.
But the person who came did not immediately punch or kick him. Instead, he pushed him down on the ground in a large letter shape, then straightened his arms. Then two more people came forward and each pulled out a handful from his ankles.
The dagger's dazzling blade was aimed at the backs of Zhufeng's hands and stabbed.
"Ah..." Zhufeng screamed in fright and struggled with all his strength. As soon as he screamed, the two men holding the daggers also screamed, and then there were two "clang" sounds of the daggers falling to the ground.
Zhufeng looked up and saw that the two of them fell to the ground holding their bleeding hands, their faces pale. The exposed yellow wattle on the back of their hands made Zhufeng feel more friendly.
Zhufeng's eyes suddenly turned red. While everyone was stunned, he struggled violently to get up, and then ran towards the back.
"Senior Sister, you are here. If you come one step later, Senior Brother's precious hands will be useless." Zhufeng swallowed more and hid behind Wen Ya.
Wen Ya's face turned livid, and she bent the bow and arrow in her hand again. This time, nine arrows shot straight up.