Uncle Hua stayed in his room. It was still raining outside, and the sound of rain was pattering. It was like a person's sorrow, lingering and lingering, and it still becomes messy after being cut. The little flower was singing in the room. The song was beautiful, and passers-by listened to it.
Everyone should stop and listen quietly for a while, and then leave with a smile.
It’s a really nice rainy day. Uncle Hua was knitting straw sandals in the house while looking outside. The straw sandals he knitted had no business on rainy days. People will buy his straw sandals only when the weather is clear. Otherwise,
I couldn't walk more than a few steps in these straw sandals on a rainy day, and the shoes were already in bad shape.
However, in order to save money, Uncle Hua still wore his own straw sandals even if it was a rainy day, so he set off on the road to see the fortune teller of Lu Zhen, because the task he had assigned to him had already been completed, and he used a subcontracting plan to make Shaoqiu
After offending the god, the divine fortune teller can show off his power and even act unscrupulously, plotting his money and even killing his life. Uncle Hua wore his own straw sandals, opened an umbrella, and
Then we set out on the road to Luzhen, no matter what, we had to report this great news to the fortune teller.
Shen Suanzi stayed at his stall that day. Because it was raining, business was not good, there were not many pedestrians, and the weather was a bit cold. People walked by his stall and left without even looking at it.
Coupled with Shaoqiu's reading, ordinary stupid people, under the influence of this scholar, have somewhat understood the truth. Although they are not too opposed to this fortune-telling theory, they are not as enthusiastic as before.
Thinking of this, the fortune teller felt very uncomfortable. He gnashed his teeth and cursed in his heart. As long as this scholar dies and people no longer believe in the truth in this book, he will have a large number of customers. Otherwise, business will be cold.
It's almost to the point of being outrageous. What kind of hatred did he have with Shaoqiu in his previous life? Why should he treat him like this in this life?
The fortune teller cried. Because after one day, he earned very little. Such a meager income was not enough to squeeze through his teeth. It was almost impossible to go to those nooks and crannies for a prostitute or something.
The fortune teller thought about jumping into the river to die more than once. Because of the hardships of the time, he was almost drinking from the northwest wind. If this continues, within a few years, his stall may be smashed by someone.
Because people all believed in this scholar, where did they end up? Do people have the conscience to give themselves a bite to eat?
Every time I think of this, the fortune teller wants to beat the bed and yell, because the days are so hard that he really can't go on, but he has no strength to tie the chicken, plus he is sick, and he often suffers from asthma and cough. People at the time said
It's tracheitis, and I have to visit my cousin from time to time, so my physical strength is declining. Sometimes I can't even walk. If I have to do some heavy physical work such as carrying burdens, it's not possible anyway.
In that case, I might as well die, because my physical strength is weak and I can only pick up something that weighs about ten kilograms. If it weighs more, I will just fall down from exhaustion.
If not, why would the fortune teller set up such a small stall in Lu Town? It all depends on the care of the people in Lu Town. There are many passers-by, and there are also quite a few people who don’t understand life, and the stars in the sky are like this.
Unexpected falls and illness are enough to make me confused, so I always go to the fortune teller's stall and ask this question.
For these people, because they are willing to pay and he can help, he will take the trouble to patiently explain the truth of some things to those who come to inquire. Although it is only the personal opinion of the fortune teller, people believe that
This, all of a sudden, a few years later, the fortune teller made quite a bit of money. There were high-rise buildings, pavilions and pavilions, layer upon layer, well-proportioned, and very impressive.
However, in recent years, especially during this period, there have been fewer people coming to ask questions, because people’s understanding of life is no longer what it used to be. This makes the fortune teller quite unhappy. When he meets people, he often
You want to go up to someone and tell them that they will not die well, etc. The man was walking peacefully, and suddenly, when he heard someone saying that he would not die well, he couldn't help but feel a little wrong, and even wanted to slap him.
If someone didn't slap someone twice in the face, if he didn't see the piety on his face and a smile on his face, he would really do it.
The man was originally in a very happy mood. Suddenly, the sky suddenly changed, as if the end of the world was coming. At that time, he was so frightened that he shivered. At this time, the fortune teller came forward and said to the man, as long as
After taking his own medicine, all the evil ghosts would not dare to get in his body, and naturally everything would be good and safe. After the man took the medicine prescribed by the divine fortune teller, he left happily. From then on,
I won't go to Luzhen if I have nothing to do, because I'm afraid of encountering this magic fortune teller.
The bad business made the fortune teller gradually know who gave it to him. However, he did not dare to do anything to others, because he knew very well in his heart that they were right, and he was just lying to others. If it were not for
Money, the fortune teller also wants to criticize himself.
A few days passed, and the fortune teller's family was about to run out of food. His wife said that if there was no more food to eat, she would no longer stay in this house, and it would be better to go find that scholar to live. Thinking of this, the fortune teller was so excited.
Chu Li was angry, because the scholar not only cut off his own financial resources, but also made his woman love him much less, and even thought about going on a date with him for no reason. How could people not be angry?
One day, the fortune teller was so angry that he passed out for a while. Thinking about how that person bullied others, he couldn't help crying. It would be nice if that person died. The fortune teller always thought like this, but there was no way he could have such wishful thinking every day.
What's the use? Aren't they living well? According to reports from people in deserted villages, this young man is even fatter than before.
There is no worse news than this, because the mission of my magic is absolutely impossible to be beneficial to Shaoqiu, but somehow, this damn scholar, after not seeing each other for a few days, not only did not lose weight, on the contrary, he became thinner.
Fat, what kind of world is this? The fortune teller couldn't think of it for a moment, so at night, he cursed in the streets of Luzhen every day, with the beating of gongs, which sounded quite rhythmic. Gradually, the people of Luzhen turned out to be
I fell in love with his scolding.
Of course, this is to scold scholars. For this reason, most people don’t dare to study anymore, because this magician wants to scold people and offends them. The many inconveniences in life are enough to make people drink a pot. But this scolding itself is
It could not solve the problem, but on the contrary, it made Shaoqiu famous, and people applauded him one after another, because the fortune teller was a crooked person no matter what, he was always making things difficult, and the people in Luzhen were eager to eat his flesh and sleep with him.
He was so skinny that almost everyone hated him.
But that day, in front of the house of the fortune teller, although it was raining heavily, the man was standing proudly wearing a pair of straw sandals, letting the rain rain on him. That man, Uncle Hua.
"How is it? How did things go?" Shen Shuzi asked straight to the point.
"According to your instructions, the scholar has already offended the gods. You can rest assured that the gods will never bless him again." Hua Bo replied with a smile.
After reporting the matter, Hua Bo left quickly and gradually disappeared into the depths of the night while the night was falling. The fortune teller also quietly hid in his small dilapidated house and started doing Ma Daopo's work, calling the wind and rain for a while.
, and then pointed his sword at Changtian, aiming straight at Shaoqiu, determined to kill him.
On this day, Shaoqiu stayed on the mountain to work again. Because the day was sunny, he worked hard. Otherwise, it would be no problem if he had no food. Uncle Hua also stood quietly at this time.
He was hoeing his own land and glanced at Shaoqiu from time to time. He was quite puzzled. Could it be that the divine fortune teller's magic was no longer working? Otherwise, how could this person still be able to work?
After several days of this, finally one day, Shaoqiu couldn't bear it any more. Because of the discomfort in his stomach, he kept coughing, and a mouthful of blood even spurted out from his mouth. Seeing Shaoqiu like this, Uncle Hua
At this time, Shaoqiu came forward with a hoe, because although Shaoqiu was a scholar, he was young after all. In terms of fighting, he was not sure of victory, but when he saw him vomiting blood, it was almost impossible.
Don't be afraid anymore, get ready to fight immediately.
Shaoqiu vomited a mouthful of blood and lay down on the ground in a dry place, ready to rest for a while before going back to work. However, when he saw the uncle coming forward with a hoe, he started to dig himself up without saying a word.
This frightened Shaoqiu very much. At this moment, for some unknown reason, Hua Bo's waist flashed. For a moment, the hoe did not dig into Shaoqiu's body. On the contrary, Hua Bo's own leg was injured.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Shaoqiu asked.
"I didn't do anything, I just saw a ghost. I was fighting ghosts, and I didn't expect my waist to slip." Hua Bo said sophistry.
"Oh, I thought you were going to hit me." Shaoqiu said with a smile.
"No, I just saw a ghost. I have no grudge against you, so why should I hit you?" Hua Bo said with a smile.
Shaoqiu endured the discomfort in his stomach and got up from the ground. He wanted to work hard, earn a lot of money, and marry Xiaohua. Otherwise, he would be living alone at such an old age, which would be almost impossible.
It has become a big joke in the deserted village.
After closing the door, Shaoqiu opened the book again and started reading. Outside the house, it was raining heavily. In this deep rainy night, almost nothing could be heard in the deserted village. After working for a day
After the work, Shaoqiu also felt very tired, so he climbed into bed. Although he was quite tired at this time, when he thought of Xiaohua, he felt very happy again.