Although these ancient copper coins are not magic weapons, they were originally belonging to Shan Jiguan and were originally placed in the treasure pavilion.
In fact, in the Shanjiguan Treasure Pavilion, there is a special large iron box for placing this kind of ancient coins that can make Qian Jing'an tremble with excitement. The oldest ancient coins can even be traced back to more than 6,000 years ago. Before.
But even for Shan Ji Guan, these ancient coins are not a rare thing, and Shu Guan cannot exchange them for money.
Moreover, for the turtle money divination technique, the better the material of the turtle shell used and the older the copper coins used, the clearer the secrets that can be divined.
In the past, when you were in the Observation of Goodness, you could take this kind of ancient coins by yourself, but now that you have left the Observation of Goodness, there is really no way to get this kind of ancient copper coins.
This is the difference between practitioners who have a large sect to rely on and ordinary wild practitioners.
Now Shu Guan has become more and more aware of the vastly different cultivation conditions between the two.
In the past, there were some people who really didn’t know how blessed they were.
After seeing Shu Guan's refusal, Qian Jing'an's face showed a look of extreme disappointment.
He reluctantly placed a few bronze coins back on the long table.
However, with his modest and gentlemanly character, since Shu Guan refused, he would naturally not force anyone to do anything, nor would he use any means in private to force this young man from out of town to sell ancient copper coins.
Looking at the white-haired old man, who looked aggrieved like a child who just got a novel toy but had to give it up immediately, Shu Guan couldn't bear it, so he said softly road:
"Mr. Qian, although I will not sell these ancient coins, Mr. Qian really likes them. If you have time, you can come to my place to play with them. I am always waiting for you."
"real?"
Qian Jing'an's eyes lit up, and then he immediately picked up the few bronze coins he had just put down from the table and started playing with them happily.
Shu Guan was a little dumbfounded. He raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already past nine in the morning.
"Mr. Qian, don't you need to go to school?"
Then he asked.
"Well... I won't go today."
Qian Jing'an replied without raising his head.
Whether a scholar of his level wants to go to class depends purely on his mood.
Of course, Qian Jing'an didn't stay solely for these ancient coins. What made him even more curious was whether the predictions of this young man named Shu were accurate.
He also asked Shu Guan if he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to earn even the last penny.
Shu Guan smiled and said nothing.
But his confident attitude stimulated Qian Jing'an's curiosity even more, so he decided to stay and prepare to see what the result would be today.
Qian Jing'an was originally a person with extremely strong curiosity. If it weren't for this curiosity, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to become the top historian in Dahua that he is today.
So, Qian Jing'an sat in Shuguan's horse racing hall for the whole day. Of course, it was not just sitting. The two of them kept chatting, and they chatted very enthusiastically.
As for the topic of conversation, Shu Guan casually talked about some things about fortune telling and Feng Shui at the beginning. He picked up some random things from the inheritance secret books of Zoumamen and talked about them, which was enough to scare Qian Jing'an. I was stunned for a while.
Later, slowly, the topic turned to the "General History of Dahua" compiled by Qian Jing'an.
To be honest, it was this "General History of Dahua" that established Qian Jing'an's position in the field of Dahua history, and it was also the thing that Qian Jing'an was most proud of in his life.
As a liberal arts student with excellent academic performance in his previous life, Shu Guan can still talk to Qian Jing'an in this regard. In addition, Shu Guan's historical viewpoints from his previous life are relatively novel compared to this era. When Shu Guan combines these When Qian Jing'an came up with his ideas, he kept slapping the table in admiration.
After chatting for a day, Qian Jing'an almost regarded this young man as his lifelong confidant.
The sunshine outside the window gradually moved westward. In the morning, it shone on Qian Jing'an's face.
On the side, it shines on Shu Guan in the afternoon.
Qian Jing'an, who had been chatting all day, did not take a nap as usual, but he was extremely excited and still full of energy, looking at the young man sitting in the sun.
The young man sat there, calm and composed, with a poise that was inconsistent with his age, and a very special temperament.
Suddenly, an impulse suddenly arose in Qian Jing'an's heart.
He wanted to ask this young man if he was interested in studying in a university with him, instead of having to do this kind of hopeless life in the world. If so, he could accept him as a student.
But just when he was about to speak boldly and ask the young man's opinion, there was an excited call outside the door.
"Mr. Shu, Mr. Shu..."
Qian Jing'an looked back and saw the fat middle-aged man from the morning rushing through the door of the horse racing venue at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his size.
"Mr. Shu, I really bought my house for fifteen thousand silver dollars... Really, really... Mr. Shu, your calculation is really accurate..."
Zhu Ming rushed into the room, shouting out of breath, his face full of excitement and a look of disbelief that had remained.
When Qian Jing'an heard this, he suddenly looked back and looked in disbelief at the young man who was still sitting calmly, as if everything had been expected.
"Don't be anxious, Boss Zhu, please have a cup of tea first, sit down and talk slowly."
Shuguan smiled and pointed to the seat opposite the long table, his expression extremely relaxed.
Then Zhu Ming sat down, took a big sip of tea, and began to talk intermittently.
It turned out that the two original guests came today, urging Zhu Ming to make a quick decision. Just when Zhu Ming was hesitating, another guest came unexpectedly.
This guest is a big shot in Shanghai.
He also came to buy a house, but he didn't fancy Zhu Ming's house itself, but the land.
Zhu Ming's house is adjacent to the river and close to the public concession, and the big shot has bought all the land nearby and plans to build a manor.
When the big shot arrived, he saw the two previous guests arguing, so he took out his checkbook and wrote Zhu Ming a check for fifteen thousand silver dollars.
With this big shot's status in Shanghai, the other two guests naturally didn't dare to bid with him. What's more, the price offered by the big shot far exceeded the value of the house.
So, Zhu Ming sold the house at a price that he had never dared to expect.
Everything went as planned in the morning.
At this moment, Zhu Ming looked at Shu Guan as if he were looking at a god.
Then, he took out a banknote from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it to Shu Guan respectfully.
"Mr. Shu, this is your hexagram."
He glanced at the silver note blankly. The amount of the silver note was one hundred silver dollars.
Zhu Ming's profit from this business today is probably more than 6,000 silver dollars.
Shu Guan smiled faintly, said nothing, took the bank note and placed it beside him.
Because he said that the funds he provides for seeking hexagrams here all depend on how much the person asking for hexagrams is willing to give.
Zhu Ming, on the other hand, secretly glanced at his face, seemed to be slightly relieved, then stood up, thanked him again, and then left.
At this time, Qian Jing'an was still looking at him blankly.
For a period of time, Qian Jing'an came into contact with many fortune tellers and fortune tellers, and also met several "living gods" who were highly regarded as extremely accurate fortune tellers.
But when those living gods tell people's fortunes and tell fortunes, they will never tell one thing as clearly as this young man does.
For example, in the case of the fat middle-aged man, when someone tells you fortune, the most they can do is tell you that something good will happen today, that you will get a windfall, and so on.
Being able to calculate to this level is already an extremely powerful expert, but how can anyone directly calculate that middle-aged fat man like this young man named Shu?
How much can your house be sold for?
This is not fortune telling, it’s like seeing the future completely!
This time, Qian Jing'an was really frightened.
No wonder...no wonder this young man has been so confident today.
Just, is this possible?
After all, he is a scholar and feels that this kind of thing has no scientific basis.
So Qian Jing'an gritted his teeth and wanted to verify it again.
He looked up at Shu Guan and said:
"I also want to do some fortune-telling."
"Oh, what does Mr. Qian want to do?"
Qian Jing'an hesitated for a moment, what the hell?
He is a little impatient now. He doesn't want to wait for something that takes too long. It's best to be able to verify it right away.
And... we also need to look for things where the outcome cannot be guessed by luck.
So far, Qian Jing'an still thinks that the young man named Shu is more likely to be deceived by him because of his good luck.
Qian Jing'an looked around, then suddenly had an idea and said to Shu Guan:
"Why don't you help me calculate which foot will step out of the door first when I go out."
Shu Guan burst out laughing, a trace of memory flashing in his eyes.
He thought of An Zichun.
He remembered the first time he met the fifth senior brother. The fifth senior brother also made such a similar calculation for him.
Shu Guan's eyes showed deep emotions.
It has been three months since he left the Shanxi Guan... He missed his brothers and sisters in the monastery very much.
Then Shuguan grabbed the bronze coins on the table and threw them on the turtle shell.
After the bronze coin was completely still, Shu Guan raised his head and said two words to Qian Jing'an with great conviction.
"Left foot."
Qian Jing'an turned around and walked out of the house. When he reached the threshold, Qian Jing'an was suddenly startled. He had just walked over naturally, but when he reached the threshold, he found that he was walking at a normal pace. It was really just about time to lift up my left foot and step over the threshold.
Qian Jing'an stopped.
...The calculation is really accurate...
Qian Jing'an thought so, but he immediately showed a proud smile.
Then he put his feet together and threw his hands behind him.
This is why Qian Jing'an chose to let Shu Guan calculate this matter, because which foot to step out of the threshold is completely decided by himself and can be changed at any time. How could the young man named Shu really calculate it? arrived.
Originally, after Shu Guan calculated that he was using his left foot, Qian Jing'an could have just stepped out with his right foot.
But at this moment, the old man suddenly had some selfish thoughts. He was about to jump out of the threshold with both feet, and then looked back at the young man's embarrassed expression. It should be very interesting.
Although he is older now, the threshold for this door is not high, and Qian Jing'an feels that there is no problem in jumping out.
Then at this moment, the door of the small white building opposite, which was Qian Jing'an's house, suddenly opened with a creak.
An old woman with silver hair, but elegant temperament, walked out of the door. She looked up and couldn't help being slightly startled, and couldn't help shouting.
"Old Qian, what are you doing?"
"Why are you back so early today? Or are you too lazy to go to school today?"
Qian Jing'an was startled, but in the end his feet failed to really jump up. Instead, he nervously stepped out of the threshold of the horse racing arena.
Immediately afterwards, Qian Jing'an immediately looked down and found that what he was stepping out was his left foot.
Qian Jing'an had one foot inside the door and one foot outside the door, standing frozen on the spot.
"Mr. Qian, how are you?"
The young man's leisurely voice came from behind.
Qian Jing'an turned his head, and the young man came behind him at some point, looking at him with a smile but not a smile.
"bundle
My friend, your prediction is indeed very accurate. "
Qian Jing'an forced a smile, then stepped out of the door with his other foot, turned around and was about to go home and quickly explain to his wife why he didn't go to school today.
But then the voice of the young man named Shu came again.
"Mr. Qian, you haven't given me the money for this hexagram yet."
"Although I tell fortune-telling here, if it doesn't work, no money is required, but if it works, the fortune will still be collected. This is the rule of our industry."
Qian Jing'an's body suddenly stiffened again. He turned around slowly and smiled awkwardly at Shu Guan.
"Can I give it to you casually?"
"Yes, I can give you as much money as you want."
So Qian Jing'an fumbled out two dimes from the pocket of his gown and handed them over.
"My old wife is in charge of all the money at home. She only gives me two cents when I go out every day, which is just enough for the round-trip bus fare. I only have so much..."
Qian Jing'an said softly.
Shu Guan suppressed his smile and took the two dimes from Qian Jing'an's hand.
Then he watched Qian Jing'an trot up to the old woman opposite, explaining something in a low voice.
Shu Guan couldn't help but sigh, "It's so difficult for men."
Even for a great scholar with such a great reputation, it looks like he will have to kneel on the washboard when he gets home tonight.
I just don't know what my family status will be like after I marry Rong Miao. I think even if I can kill Yuanying with one sword, it won't be of much help to my family status.
Then Shu Guan turned around and returned to the house, closing the door.
There will be no more guests coming today.
He looked at the two dimes in his hand, and then at the one hundred dollar bill on the table.
On the first day of business, the revenue was one hundred silver dollars and two cents.
Shu Guan was somewhat satisfied.
This business still has great potential.
I just don't know what the business will be like tomorrow, but Shu Guan has no intention of calculating it with a palm.
Since today is the first day of opening, he has calculated how many customers there will be by making a hexagram, but if he does the calculation every day, it would be meaningless. After all, there is a taboo in the hexagram, that is, not doing a hexagram for nothing.
Putting today's income into an iron box under the long table, Shu Guan walked up the stairs with his hands behind his back and went directly to the attic on the top floor.
He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door of the attic, asking in a low voice.
"Can I come in and talk?"
Behind the wooden door, there was silence.
But Shuguan felt the trembling of the "little girl" behind the door.
So he sighed, turned around and went downstairs.
…
The next morning, Shu Guan opened the door of the horse racing hall on time at nine o'clock.
From nine to five, this is the time he set for the horse racing studio to be open every day.
Some habits from the past life are always difficult to change, perhaps because Shu Guan doesn't want to change, and there is always some connection with his previous life, so there is no need to separate them too cleanly.
Since he hadn't had any hexagrams, he didn't know if there would be any guests coming today.
So after opening the door, Shu Guan took a book and sat behind the long table in the room, reading and drinking tea.
What he was reading was the Mingjing Book among the six secret books of Zoumamen. Although he had already practiced the Taoist techniques in this book, he thought that since he had opened a fortune-telling parlor now, he might as well use some of these secret books to Memorize the formula carefully, and sometimes it is quite good to use it to bluff people.
Shu read the Mirror Book all morning and drank three pots of tea, but no one came to the door.
Then I cooked lunch by myself. After lunch, I went back to the front store to continue reading and drinking tea.
In the afternoon, he read another book on Shaking the Dragon and drank four pots of tea, but still no one came to the door.
At about 4:50, Shu looked at his watch and prepared to close the door and get off work ten minutes early.
Well, this too
One of the habits he developed in his previous life.
This habit in the past was full of the fun of fighting certain systems. But now that he is his own boss, he has another kind of fun of being free and making decisions.
However, just when Shu Guan was about to get up and close the door, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and then seven or eight big men poured into his horse racing hall.
These big Han people wore black Gua shirts, baggy bloomers, sleeves rolled up high, and various dragon and tiger tattoos on their thick arms.
The big men were all tall and sturdy, with cold faces and glaring eyes staring at Shu Guan.
Shu Guan's expression remained unchanged and he calmly sat back on the chair.
Then two more figures walked in from the door.
One of them was a middle-aged fat man, but it was Zhu Ming who had been here yesterday.
Zhu Mingshi stooped and walked in behind a middle-aged man, with an expression of careful service.
As for the middle-aged man, he was in his early forties, wearing a sapphire blue silk robe and a pair of black leather shoes. He had a very earthy and foreign style.
He has a slender figure and quite delicate facial features, except for the two deep nasolabial lines at the corners of his mouth, which look like knife carvings.
The temperament of this middle-aged man is also very unique. When you first look at him, you feel that he is very gentle and elegant. However, if you meet his eyes, the seemingly calm eyes will always make people faintly shudder.
After entering the door, Zhu Ming smiled at Shu Guan and raised his hand respectfully as if he wanted to introduce the identity of the middle-aged man.
"This is my Qiye, a famous person in Shencheng..."
The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop him from continuing, and then slowly turned his eyes around the room, then looked back and carefully looked at Shu Guan, who was sitting peacefully behind the long table drinking tea.
Then he stepped over.
His walking posture is a bit strange. It seems that his left foot is not very flexible, so when he walks, his right shoulder will be higher, which looks a bit funny.
The middle-aged man walked to the long table, pulled out a chair, and sat directly opposite Shu Guan. He smiled at Shu Guan and said:
"My surname is Du. Xiao Du from the south of the city."
