Bang! Bang!
The shoes worn by snake catchers are so hard that they always make a muffled sound when they step on the ground.
Everyone avoided the snake catcher, not even wanting to meet his eyes, as if he was either a snake catcher or a poisonous snake that chose people to eat.
In this way, Gu Ning'an, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and looking at the snake catcher with a calm expression, became very conspicuous.
"Dear mother, why is he coming towards us?" Zheng De, who had goosebumps all over his body, sounded a little restless.
Gu Ning'an said nonchalantly: "Don't be afraid, there are really no snakes on him."
"I have been afraid of snakes since I was a child... I would make noises at night and refuse to sleep, so my mother said she would send me to be a snake catcher. I immediately became obedient..." Zheng De said, somewhat dumbfounded.
It turns out it was still a "childhood shadow"... Gu Ning'an nodded to express his understanding.
At the same time, the snake catcher also walked to Gu Ning'an's stall and looked down at the characters written in front of him.
"When writing, bring your own pen and ink."
"Look at fortune-telling, and the hexagram gold will follow the fate."
After muttering something, the snake catcher looked at Gu Ning'an again and thought to himself: This gentleman is quite courageous, don't be afraid of him... It's just that his business mind is not very flexible.
Reading and writing are clearly two professions, how can they be done together?
On the side, the hawker who has been in business for many years realized that this was a good opportunity for Mr. Gu to "place an order"!
It's just that this business has come to your door. Why doesn't Mr. Gu know how to ask?
Just as the snake catcher turned to leave, Zheng De gritted his teeth and took a step forward: "My guest, please stay..."
"Mr. Gu is good at fortune telling and his writing is beautiful!"
"Look at these words. They are written in stone. The strokes are strokes and the strokes are strokes. They are so vivid!"
Hearing Zheng De's words of soliciting guests, the snake catcher also turned around, looked at Gu Ning'an with interest and asked: "Sir, what does your hexagram Jin Suiyuan mean?"
Gu Ning'an said calmly: "After reading the photo, you can give the hexagram gold voluntarily... If you don't have the money right now, you can pay it later."
Hearing such a strange thing for the first time, the snake catcher became interested and asked, "How about a penny?"
"Can."
"Then what if I can pay this penny again to my husband one year later?" The snake catcher's tone obviously rose.
Gu Ning'an nodded: "Okay."
I heard these two affirmative replies in succession.
Both the snake catcher and Zheng De had their eyes widened and fell into a "petrified" state.
Especially the latter Zheng De, he even wanted to tell Mr. Gu on the spot: "If you do this business, you will starve to death!"
However, the "guest" was right in front of him. He had previously helped Gu Ning'an attract business, and now it was time to teach him how to set prices.
If it's a good one, the customers will be angry. If it's a bad one, the customers will probably smash their stalls together.
Oh no, it seems that only his "Rattle Stall" will be smashed. After all, Gu Ning'an's stall is just a few words on the ground. If he wants to smash it, he won't have to dig up the ground, right?
"I'm Meng Wu." The snake catcher sat down on the ground opposite Gu Ning'an, and then continued: "Please sir, look at my face for me."
Before Meng Wu could mentally prepare himself, Gu Ning'an said: "There is a haze between the eyebrows, and the hall is dark again. The ominous sign has appeared... In short, you are in danger of a bloody disaster."
As soon as these words came out, Zheng De's whole body tensed up. He looked at the snake catcher with his brows knitted together, and his heart almost rose to his throat!
Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu!
When you explained to me just now, didn't you speak very well?
Why did the snake catcher come here and directly arrange a "bloody disaster" for others?
Zheng De was screaming in his heart, but the atmosphere was tense at the moment, but he didn't even dare to make a loud sound.
"Ha... If you are in the business of catching snakes, there may be bloody disasters every day." Meng Wu waved his hand nonchalantly and continued: "Recently, Meng will go to a place to catch snakes. I don't have a place at that place." I have been there, Sir, can you help me calculate whether this trip is going well?"
Bang!
Meng Wu took off the iron weapon from his waist and threw it to the ground, which frightened Zheng De.
This behavior is quite threatening.
It seems that if Gu Ning'an doesn't say some "auspicious" words again, I'm afraid he will suffer a bloody disaster today!
Zheng De, whose eyebrows were beating wildly, muttered in his heart: God bless, God bless Mr. Gu for being merciful...
"There is no return."
The four fluttering big characters made Zheng De feel dizzy and his feet weakened. In a daze, he seemed to have seen the scene where his stall was smashed and his body was beaten...
"This brother!"
"Mr. Gu is outspoken, please don't take it personally!"
"Your trip must be smooth and smooth!"
In order not to be beaten, Zheng De tried his best and once again spoke out to "save" something.
"Be quiet!" Meng Wu raised his hand to stop Zheng De, and at the same time cupped his fists towards Gu Ning'an and said, "May I ask, sir, is there a solution to this crisis?"
Gu Ning'an held out two fingers: "There are two options... one is to turn back, and the other is to find a way to survive in the dead end."
"I'm afraid I have to go on this trip... I can't turn back." Meng Wu pondered for a moment and continued: "May I ask, sir, what is the meaning of finding a way to survive on a dead end?"
Gu Ning'an shook his head and said: "The hexagram cannot be explained in full. If you explain it in full, your path of death and life will change."
"As long as you remember one thing, when you are in danger, you must survive in this danger, and then you can escape this disaster."
Having said this, Gu Ning'an picked up the stone, drew a circle on the ground, and filled the center with white marks, making it look like a solid circle.
Then, he drew a hollow circle one finger away from the solid circle.
Gada!
Putting the stone down casually, Gu Ning'an pointed at the two circles and said calmly: "The road to life and death is very close at hand... If you can grasp it, it will be as easy as turning the palm of your hand to solve this danger."
After staring at the two circles on the ground for a long time, the snake catcher took a rattle from the stall next to him and poked two holes on the drum surface.
"May I ask, sir, whether this circle or that circle is the way to survive?"
Gu Ning'an shook his head: "It's not important, you will know by then."
"Okay!" After Meng Wu put the rattle into his arms, he grabbed the iron tool and stood up suddenly. After bowing to Gu Ning'an, he palmed his hands and found about five taels of silver in his hand.
After bending down and placing the silver on the circle drawn by Gu Ning'an, he laughed and said: "Meng asked three fortune tellers earlier, and they all said some good things... I felt comfortable listening to it. , but I always feel uneasy."
"Although Mr. Wu didn't say a good word today, I feel a lot calmer for some reason."
"These five taels of silver are considered a deposit. If I find the right way to survive, I will give you a large sum of money!"
After saying that, Meng Wuyi turned around and strode outside.
But as soon as he took a step, Gu Ning'an said: "Wait a minute."
Uh-huh!
Meng Wu stopped and turned around, cupping his hands and saying, "Sir, do you have any other advice?"
Gu Ning'an pointed to the stall next to him: "Rattles cost ten cents each, no bargaining."
Meng Wu was stunned. After looking at Zheng De, he counted ten more coins and placed them on the rattle stall.
"My dear friend, thank you for stopping me just now." Without saying a word, Meng Wu's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the market.
Zheng De, who looked confused, looked at Gu Ning'an beside him and said blankly: "Mr. Gu, was he thanking me just now?"
"What did he thank me for?"
Gu Ning'an smiled and said, "Maybe I borrowed a rattle from you?"
