Uncle Hua stayed in his room. It was still raining outside, and the sound of rain was like a person's melancholy, which is lingering and lingering, and it is still chaotic after being cut away. The little flowers were singing in the house, and the singing was beautiful. When passers-by heard it, they would 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 would buy his straw sandals only when the weather was clear. Otherwise, he would not be able to walk far in the rainy days. My walking and shoes are no longer in shape.
However, in order to save money, Uncle Hua still wore his own straw sandals even if it was a rainy day. He then set out on the road to see the fortune teller of Lu Zhen, because the task he had assigned to him had already been completed. He used a subcontracting plan to make Shaoqiu If you offend the god, the divine fortune teller can show off his power to him, and he can even act unscrupulously, plot his money, and even kill him. Uncle Hua put on his own straw sandals, opened an umbrella, and set out on the road to Lu Town. No matter what, he had to report the great news to the fortune teller.
Shen Suanzi stayed at his stall that day. Because of the rain, business was not good and there were not many pedestrians. In addition, 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 gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. As long as the scholar died and people no longer believed in the truth in the book, he would have a large number of customers. Otherwise, the indifference in business would be almost outrageous. And what kind of hatred did he have with Shaoqiu in his previous life that he would treat him like this in this life?
The fortune teller cried. Because after a day, I earn very little. Such a meager income is not enough to squeeze through my teeth. It is almost impossible to think about finding a prostitute in those nooks and crannies.
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 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 bronchitis, and I have to go to whoring from time to time, so my physical strength is declining, and sometimes I can't even walk. If I have to do some heavy physical work like carrying burdens, it's not possible anyway. . In that case, I might as well die, because I don't have enough physical strength to pick up something that weighs about ten kilograms. If it weighs more than ten kilograms, I will just fall down from exhaustion.
If not, why would the fortune teller set up such a stall in Lu Town? It is all thanks to the care of the people in Luzhen. There are many people passing by, and some people often have to do this because they do not understand life. The unexplained falling of stars in the sky and the troubles caused by diseases are enough to make them unable to understand. I asked this question before going to this magic fortune teller's stall.
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 are high-rise buildings, pavilions and pavilions, layer upon layer, well-proportioned and magnificent.
But 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 have to go up to them and tell them that they will not die well, etc. The man was walking peacefully. Suddenly, he heard someone saying that he would not die well. He couldn't help but feel a little wrong. He even wanted to slap this man twice. If it weren't for the piety on his face, and the smear on his face. With a smile on his face, it was time to really take action.
The man was originally in a very happy mood. Suddenly, the sky suddenly changed, as if the end of the world was coming. He was so frightened that he shivered. At this time, the fortune teller stepped forward and said to the man, as long as If you take your own medicine, then all these evil spirits will not dare to get in your body, and you will naturally be blessed with good luck and peace of mind. After the man took the medicine prescribed by the magic fortune teller, he left happily. From then on, he would never go to Lu Town for fear of meeting the magic fortune teller.
The bad business made the fortune teller gradually know who gave him this. But he didn't 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 weren't for money, the fortune teller would also criticize himself.
A few days passed, and Shen Suanzi'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 became extremely angry, because the scholar not only cut off his own financial resources, but also made his woman love him less, and even thought about going on a date with him for no reason. How can you not get angry when you call someone?
One day, the fortune teller fell into a coma because he was so angry. Thinking about that person's bullying, he couldn't help crying. It would be nice if that person died, the fortune teller always thinks like this, but what's the use of such wishful thinking every day, isn't he living a good life? 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 his 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. I'm fat, what kind of world is this! The fortune teller, who couldn't think of it for a while, started to curse in the streets of Lu Town every day at night. He sounded quite rhythmic with the beating of the gong. Gradually, the people of Lu Town fell in love with his curses.
Of course, this is to scold scholars. It is also for this reason that most people dare not read, because this divine fortune teller wants to scold people and offend them. The many inconveniences in life are enough to make people drink a pot. However, the scolding itself could not solve the problem. 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, and he was always making things difficult. People in Luzhen couldn't wait to see him. He eats his flesh and sleeps on his skin, and almost everyone hates 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 keep drenching him. That man is Uncle Hua.
"How's it going? 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 anymore." Hua Bo replied with a smile.
After reporting the matter, Uncle Hua left quickly, taking advantage of the darkness and gradually disappearing into the depths of the night. And the fortune teller also quietly hid in his small dilapidated house and started doing Ma Daopo's deeds, sometimes calling for wind and rain, and sometimes pointing his sword at the sky, aiming straight at Shaoqiu, determined to kill him.
On this day, Shaoqiu stayed on the mountain to work again. Because the weather was sunny, he worked hard. Otherwise, it would be a big deal if he had no food. At this time, Uncle Hua stood quietly in his own field, hoeing, and glanced at Shaoqiu from time to time. He was quite puzzled. Could it be that the fortune teller's magic was broken? Otherwise, how could this person still be able to do it? Are you alive?
After several days of this, finally on this day, Shaoqiu couldn't bear it anymore. Because of the discomfort in his stomach, he kept coughing, and a mouthful of blood even spurted out of his mouth. Seeing Shaoqiu like this, Hua Bo came forward with a hoe at this time, because although Shaoqiu was a scholar, he was still young. In terms of fighting, he was not sure of victory, but when he saw him vomiting blood , now he was almost not afraid of anything, and was immediately ready to fight.
Shaoqiu vomited a mouthful of blood and lay down in a dry place on the ground, ready to rest for a while before going back to work. However, when he saw the Hua Bo rushing 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, living alone at such an old age would almost 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 a day of work, Shaoqiu also felt very tired, so he climbed into bed. Although he was quite tired at this time, when he thought of Xiaohua , I felt very happy again.
