After this small episode, Miao Jing had already sent her cousin away.
I frowned and thought for a few seconds, but I still thought Miao Jing's face was strange.
Generally, moles on a traitorous disciple represent changes in feelings.
Some represent oneself, and some foreshadow the other half.
And the moles on the face are uncertain, so they definitely represent themselves.
But if a woman cheats on her, she will either have a cheating mole on her philtrum, or a double dragon grabbing the pearl on her forehead.
Miao Jing has neither of these two things. She just has an uncertain traitorous mole. Could it be that she is wavering?
This face was so rare that I looked at it so many times that Feng Qudu misunderstood me.
Likewise, her cousin's appearance just now was also rare.
Even rarer than Zhou Bin's appearance at that time.
One is the three white eyes, with the upper eyeballs, the left eye, the right eye, and the whites below the eyes.
Or the eyeballs are lower, and there are whites above and on the left and right sides of the eyes. They are said to be the upper three whites and the lower three whites respectively.
Sanbai Ding is a lustful person with a sinister and treacherous personality. He is unfaithful in his marriage and relationship, and he is also ruthless and merciless towards the women he has experienced.
The second and third factors are the nose being enlarged and drooping, and the lips being thick and angular.
The former means a big nose and big desires, while the latter means dissatisfied desires and no restraint.
In the past, this was the standard appearance of a noble man, but now, it is the appearance of a scumbag.
While in trance, the sound of footsteps came.
At the same time, Feng Qu also shouted excitedly: "Brother Shang." I looked up and saw a man walking out of the side door of the main room.
He is short in stature and less than 1.5 meters tall...
Wearing a clean white cloth, he also has a neat haircut.
This person is a merchant.
He had already walked up to me, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Yin Yang, Luo Shiliu, I have heard about it a long time ago! I have heard about it a long time ago!" The merchant is not tall, but his fingers are very long. After working as a craftsman for so many years, he doesn't have many calluses.
I took a quick look at his face.
His facial features are very clear, his bones are fine and his flesh is smooth, his body is bright and moist, and he is the world of the Five Sacred Mountains!
The five mountains respectively refer to the southern mountain Hengshan on the forehead, the middle mountain Songshan on the nose, the northern mountain Hengshan on the chin, and the two cheekbones on the left and right, respectively, Xiyue Huashan and Dongyue Mount Tai.
There is a saying in the skeletal signs that if the Five Mountains are in the realm, one will be rich and noble throughout his life.
And for people with short stature, if their legs are short, they will have a long life. If they have long legs, they will have difficulty enjoying wealth and will die early.
The life of a merchant is precious, and it is also the longest life among the five shortcomings. There are gains and losses.
However, I also noticed that his Yin Palace was shriveled and there was a black mole on his side, which reflected his wife’s cheating and the fact that he had no heirs in this life.
"Mr. Luo?" Shang Jiang called me before calling me back to my senses.
I also reached out my hand and shook his hand.
He looked outside the hall and at the courtyard door.
He was indeed open-minded and said apologetically: "I'm extremely sorry, Mr. Luo, my cousin keeps coming to the door. I just avoided him. Otherwise, the Feng family master has already informed me, and I will definitely wait for you here."
I waved my hand and said it was okay, and besides, they didn’t ask me to wait much.
Then I also clarified my purpose. In addition to thanking him, I also wanted him to help me build another imitation compass. This time I wanted to make it more complicated.
The merchant's eyes lit up, he nodded repeatedly and said no problem, and then asked me if I had brought the drawings?
The three-layer feng shui plate he created on top of the compass already felt particularly exquisite, and it became a whole upon completion.
He wanted to ask me for more drawings. Although I gave him photos of the original compass, he couldn't build it just by looking at the photos.
During this period, he tried many things but failed. In the end, he could only create a three-layer Feng Shui plate.
I was surprised too.
But I soon figured it out. After all, the compass is a treasure of Feng Shui. If someone doesn't understand Feng Shui, he won't be able to use it if it is put in front of him.
When I drew the drawings, I knew the compass very well and enlarged the depiction of the Feng Shui disk according to the imitation compass I wanted to create.
If it were someone else, I might be able to make a representation, but I don’t know what size is most suitable.
This is probably why merchants can’t do it even with photos.
After thinking about it, I immediately answered, although I didn't bring the drawings, I did bring the actual compass. We can draw the drawings now. In addition to adding layers to the imitation compass, I also want to create a 1:1 depiction.
The merchant was obviously very excited and said that it was just what he wanted!
He also wants to see my drawings!
Then, the merchant would lead the way for me to go inside.
I actually wanted to remind him about his appearance now.
After all, he is helping me now, I can't see him and still not speak.
But her wife Miao Jing also came back, with sweat on her forehead and a little blush on her face.
"Old Shang, send me off." It was obvious that Miao Jing was a little tired when she spoke. She apologized to us and said she would go to the room to rest.
After she left, Shang Jiang still felt a little distressed in his eyes.
Feng Qu asked at the right time, what's going on? It seems like the cousins don't have a good relationship?
The merchant smiled bitterly and said that his cousin-in-law was greedy by nature. In the early years, he often helped him, but now it is better for him to come directly to ask for money.
I come here once or twice a month, and I get a lot of money. I say it's a loan, but I never pay it back.
His cousin-in-law was getting married recently, so he asked to borrow 800,000 yuan. It wasn't that he couldn't get it out, but he didn't want to take it out anymore.
His wife used to take good care of her parents' family and had a good relationship with her cousin, but now she is also very sad.
It's just that she is pregnant now, and he doesn't want to fall out with his cousin-in-law, which will cause trouble for the whole family. Just one word to avoid everything, never show up.
Just by Shang Jiang's words and demeanor, I could tell that he probably had a lot of affection for his wife.
I didn't choose to say it right now, but I was thinking about a suitable way.
Not long after, after following the merchant into the main room, he bypassed an aisle and entered a tool room.
There was a long table inside, with various tool boxes on it. One of them was opened, and it was filled with carving knives and other small tools that I didn't recognize.
There are many broken compass bases placed on the table.
The drawing I drew at that time and the printed photos were all hung on the wall.
The merchant immediately made a place for me, found paper and pen, and asked me to draw the design.
I didn't hide it and just took out the compass.
At that time, the merchant's eyes widened, and he carefully took it from my hand, holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully.
He murmured: "It's really exquisite. Anyone who can build it can be considered a master craftsman."
The merchant looked at it for a long time and carefully returned the compass to me. He went to get the tools on the table and was about to speak.
Immediately afterwards, his hand suddenly shook uncontrollably.
He groaned in pain, and his ring finger stabbed firmly into the tip of a carving knife.
I was in pain just looking at him, and the next moment, there was blood pouring out.
There was sweat on the merchant's forehead. He frowned and said with an ugly face: "What the hell..."
He pulled out the carving knife and quickly sucked the wound.
After a while, he told me not to laugh...
Likewise, he seemed a little irritable, saying that he had never been stabbed by a carving knife in his life. He just wanted to stop it, but he couldn't control it and stabbed it directly with his hand...
I looked condensed.
He looked at his ring finger intently, thoughtfully.
