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Text Chapter 88. First encounter with the divine fortune teller

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    Seeing the little boy Mingyue mentioning his little sister, Liu Wenyang couldn't help but praise: "You know how much you feel sorry for your sister. It's really rare that you can think of her at this time!" Mingyue suddenly bit into the candied haws and cried. Liu Wenyang couldn't help but be startled, "  It's all right, why are you crying? " "Woo, wu!" Mingyue burst into tears and said, "Master, you don't know something. Now that I think about myself, I am well fed and well dressed.  There is also this sweet candied haws to eat, but the little girl at home has nothing, so she is crying!" Seeing him like this, Liu Wenyang patted his head and said, "Okay, don't be so sad, just follow me and do your job!  , save more money, and return to Taohua Town to marry a wife, so that your family can live a good life!" "Master, you are wrong," Mingyue said while wiping her tears.  "Wrong, what's wrong?" Liu Wenyang was puzzled.  "It is necessary to let my driver live a good life; but I will not marry a wife. I will serve you, young master, for the rest of my life in order to repay your kindness!" Liu Wenyang couldn't help but smile, "Okay,  Young Master, I can take care of myself, but I don¡¯t need you to sacrifice your happiness for the rest of your life!¡±¡­ The little Tong Mingyue stopped crying, but heard a faint cry not far away.  Liu Wenyang couldn't help being stunned, and couldn't help but ask the kid Mingyue: "Mingyue, you are an expert at crying, and when you hear this cry, are you really crying or fake crying?" Mingyue wiped away her tears and said, "Master, you  You¡¯ve asked the right person. You can guess right away. This cry must be real.¡± Liu Wenyang said, ¡°Tell me. What¡¯s the difference between real crying and fake crying?¡±  On the stage, Meng Jiangnu cried over the Great Wall, and Dou E cried over injustice. There were also women in the temple who used the Xiaotang Hall to cry about themselves. They were all pretending to cry. "Liu Wenyang said: "How can anyone pretend to cry?  Are they women?" Mingyue said: "The beggars on the street also pretend to cry a lot. They cry every time they sing, and they are obviously crying with the word "Hey" in their throats.  That¡¯s it. My wife, my lord, my master, others thought they were crying, but they were not crying. Liu Wenyang smiled and said, ¡°Mingyue, I can¡¯t tell you are so young.¡±  It sounds like Lao Jianghu. But how do you know whether the crying just now is real crying or fake crying?" Mingyue said: "Real crying and fake crying are very difficult to hold back, unless you cry loudly.  There is no other way, so the sound of crying is very urgent, and there is neither a stereotype nor a syllable to distinguish. This is not the case with fake crying. He wants to arouse the sympathy of others through crying, so it is very useful in the word "cry".  After a while, it suddenly became high and then low, and the cry sounded not only pitiful and melodious, but also more wonderful than the lyrics! "Liu Wenyang didn't expect that this little boy Mingyue could be so stupid.  Real crying and fake crying can actually tell so many things.  As the two of them walked and talked, the sound of crying gradually came closer, and it turned out that it was real crying and not fake crying.  After crying for a long time, he looked like he was hoarse from tears.  There were many people surrounding him, all saying they were pitiful.  Liu Wenyang and Mingyue rushed in from the crowd, but they saw a man who looked like a hard worker standing by the pool, leaning on a dead tree and crying non-stop. Beside him was a broken bowl with rice grains in a mess.  You can guess without asking that it must have been the hard worker who broke the rice bowl.  The guys watching the fun just kept saying "poor", but no one came forward to help.  Seeing so many people watching the joke around him, the hard worker leaned against the tree and cried bitterly. The man did not shed tears easily. It can be said that he was really sad.  Liu Wenyang asked everyone about the reason, and then he found out that the crying man was called "Wang Xiaoer". He lived in the city and made a living by laying lanterns for others.  Originally, the Lantern Festival was approaching, and the lantern-pasting business was supposed to be booming, but because of his upright temperament, he offended the owner of the lantern shop and kicked him out.  If someone like him has some savings, he can make do without working. However, Wang Xiaoer is a poor boy, and his mother, who is over seventy years old, depends on him to support him. Today, there is no food for cooking.  So he took the empty bowl and went to a relative's house outside the city to borrow rice.  Finally, he borrowed a bowl of brown rice and was about to go home to cook for his mother and daughter to satisfy their hunger. Unexpectedly, after the heavy snowfall, the rugged roads in the world were smoothed out. There was a depression next to the pond hidden by the snow. Wang Xiaoer thought it was flat ground.  When he stepped down, he unexpectedly stepped on the empty space, slipped forward, and fell onto his back.  It didn't matter if he fell, he would be fine if he got up. The saddest thing was that the bowl of brown rice fell with him and broke into pieces.Sorry, more than half of the big bowl of rice was spilled into the pond next to it, leaving only a handful buried in the snow.  ¡°According to Wang Xiaoer, the mother and son have been hungry for a day. He is young and can still support himself, but the mother is old. If she continues to starve, it will be difficult to survive.  ??Everyone gave a thumbs up and praised him as a filial son.  But empty praises couldn't satisfy Wang Xiaoer's hungry belly. Among them was an old man with a skinny figure and black iron. He looked like a scholar wearing a Confucian scarf. He looked at Wang Xiaoer blankly and said:  "You can't pick up the rice you spilled; even if you lean on a tree and cry, you won't be able to fill your belly. Everyone has compassion, and a gentleman has the beauty of adulthood." After saying this, he looked at the people around him and said to himself  He said to himself: "It's no wonder you guys, none of you are rich, especially after the New Year, your wallet is empty, so you have no intention to save people." Then he stroked his short mustache and chewed words: "It's just a mere  Like everyone else, I was too busy to take care of myself, so I didn't want to deal with this matter at first. But when I saw this miserable boy leaning against the tree and crying bitterly, how could I bear it? As the ancients said, Yu thought that there are people who drown in the world, and Ji thought that he had drowned himself.  There are those who are hungry in the world, but they are hungry themselves. Even if they are not talented enough, they want to follow the example of the ancients, but when it comes to money, they should be generous and do their part. " Liu Wenyang nodded frequently: "I didn't expect this.  There are still such kind people in Poyang City. This black-faced gentleman is a generous person. If he is not generous, I must be generous." He said, but he remembered the hard life of his family in the past.  This is how my father Liuda borrowed rice to survive.  In order to treat his own illness, he even exhausted his family wealth.  The two of them almost starved to death.  The old man said some compassionate words, and then called Wang Xiaoer and said: "Young boy, you are lucky to have met me. Please reach out quickly and let me help you." Wang Xiaoer kowtowed to the old man and climbed up.  He got up and stretched out his hand to wait for him to give alms.  The old man took out a small purse from his clothes and opened it.  Insert two fingertips to pick out two coins and put them on the tip of your middle finger to test their weight.  One was just right, the other seemed a little heavier, and he still put it into his small purse. He took out another lightweight coin, totaling two cents. He handed it to Wang Xiaoer solemnly and said: "Bitter boy, these two cents are for me to save money on food and clothing."  You can take what's left and buy a sesame seed cake to satisfy your hunger temporarily. Then go back and cook some rice for your mother. But you must be careful not to let me save you again.  That's my kind intention." After that, he waved his sleeves and walked away as if he had done a good deed.  Mr. Blackface left the scene, and everyone started talking among themselves. Some said, "This man is actually very wealthy despite his frugal clothes. He makes a living by fortune telling and is known as the two great fortune tellers in Poyang County!"  Said: "It turns out it's him. His nickname is the 'Magic Counter', also known as the 'Iron Abacus', but everyone likes to call him the 'Iron Rooster'. He usually earns nothing, but I didn't expect that he would give away money today!" "What a waste of charity!  ! Didn¡¯t you see that you only paid two cents? Damn it, you spent two cents, and you are pretending to be a generous person!" Another person said: "I knew that giving two cents would be considered a generous donation.  Anyone who is a great philanthropist can do it. "" A group of people were chattering here, and Liu Wenyang could hear it clearly, but it turned out that this skinny old man was Mr. Qiu Er, one of the two great fortune tellers in Poyang!  The former "Sai Zhuge" who was as famous as Mr. Qiu Er was born at the wrong time, or in other words, met with an unkind person, and was told to die by Liu Wenyang. Now Mr. Qiu Er has become the most famous fortune teller in the entire Poyang City.  But like Sai Zhuge, this "iron abacus" Mr. Qiu Er is not a good bird either. Not only does he ask for more money by telling fortunes, but more importantly, he is stingy, mean, and very vicious.  In order to make money to improve the feng shui of the rich, he even bulldozed the ancestral graves of poor families. What was even more disgusting was that this man was very lustful. He married four or five wives and concubines in a row, tossing around day and night, practicing evil ways. The youngest concubine among them was only twelve or thirteen years old.  Years old, she could almost be his granddaughter, but she was so tortured by him that it was difficult for her to even walk.  It was by hiding his conscience and helping people tell fortunes and fortune-telling that Mr. Qiu Er accumulated a lot of property and became a famous rich man in Poyang County. He knew that he had done a lot of evil by helping people change Feng Shui and randomly tampering with Yin and Yang.  I will also do good deeds recently.  Sometimes I buy a turtle and a tortoise and throw it into the pond to release it. Sometimes I take out a small coin or two and give it to a beggar on the roadside.  But when it comes to fortune-telling and feng shui business, no matter how many people are harmed or how many families are harmed, he can do it with determination.  Therefore, there are two common sayings in Poyang City, which are called "I am not afraid of heaven and earth, but I am afraid that Qiu Er will dig your ancestral graves and pit your family!" After listening to this, Liu Wenyang finally understood, Damn, I am greedy for money, but I still stick to morality and help others.  People who observe physiognomy and feng shui only help others and never harm others, but this guy ignores right and wrong. He can bury his conscience in order to make money and even dig up other people's ancestral graves.Humiliation!  Then he thought that he had met these two masters when he first came to Poyang City, and one of them was killed by him inexplicably. As for this, one day he would have a duel with him to see who would win Liu Wenyang was thinking in his heart  While looking at it, Mingyue, who was traveling with him, suddenly picked up the broken bowl on the ground, took out a piece of broken silver weighing seven or eight coins from his body, threw it into the broken bowl, handed it to Wang Xiaoer and said, "Take this."  Take a piece of silver and buy three buckets of rice from the rice shop. The rest can be used to buy some vegetables, which will be enough for you two to spend the next year." "Ming Yue's heroic act not only surprised Wang Xiaoer.  , even the people watching the excitement all expressed their admiration in unison.  Wang Xiaoer was about to kowtow in thanks, but Mingyue stopped him and told him: "Don't make such a fuss, please know that your mother is eagerly watching you bring rice home!" Wang Xiaoer asked Mingyue's name again, and Liu Wenyang laughed.  Said: "You don't need to ask his name. He is my book boy and I am his master. The master did not give alms, but he gave alms first. If you are grateful to him, you only need to listen to his words and go back early." Wang  The waiter took the silver and put it into his arms, thanking him with tears in his eyes.  Everyone watching the excitement was ready to leave.  Suddenly.  Liu Wenyang called from behind to Wang Xiaoer, who was about to turn around and leave, "Come back!" Wang Xiaoer took a breath.  I thought Liu Wenyang had changed his mind.  He wanted to take away the money given by the little boy Mingyue, which was obviously like "a pig biting his urine and soaking in empty air for joy", so he held the money in his arms and prepared to hand it back.  Unexpectedly, Liu Wenyang smiled and said to him: "Let me ask you, how long can these pieces of silver save you?" Wang Xiaoer scratched his head and said: "It can last for two or three months!" "What about after two or three months?  You still have no job, and you and your wife are still hungry. As the old saying goes: to kill someone, you need to save someone. I think I have to help you!¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t know how you can help me.¡±  Me?" Wang Xiaoer said a little confused.  Liu Wenyang smiled softly and said: "The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortunes and blessings. But many times people can change their own destiny From what I can tell, your face is a real sign of fire. You have a bad temper, and you are as easy to offend as a firecracker.  People. And because water and fire are in conflict, most of your bowl of rice fell into the water to feed the bastard!" Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but choked up when he heard what Liu Wenyang said: "I know what I said!  It's not good at all, and I tend to get into trouble. For example, this time I was kicked out because I offended my boss, which made my wife at home hungry but I don't know how to get rid of my bad temper.  " Liu Wenyang said: "If you can trust me, I can help you." Wang Xiaoer hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "I hope you can help me!" Others around him were also curious about how Liu Wenyang would help Wang Xiaoer.  "Change your destiny".  So everyone stared with wide eyes.  Liu Wenyang said to Wang Xiaoer: "If you believe me, bring me the penny you have!" Wang Xiaoer didn't know why, so he took out a penny from his arms and handed it to Liu Wenyang. Liu Wenyang took the penny and used  He pinched it up and down with his fingers, and then flicked it with his fingers, and the round money started to spin between his two fingers.  ¡°Look at it, don¡¯t be distracted!¡± Liu Wenyang said.  Wang Xiaoer hurriedly looked at the rotating copper coin attentively.  Liu Wenyang began to whisper in his ear. As for what he said, the people around him could not hear or understand clearly, but it was precisely because of this that it seemed more mysterious and made them more curious.  "What is he doing?" "I don't know!" "Why does it look like he is casting a spell?" "Yes, is this young man a Taoist priest?"  People murmured in low voices and speculated one after another.  Seeing that he was almost done, Liu Wenyang snapped his fingers in Wang Xiaoer's ear to wake him up from hypnosis and said: "Okay, you will get rid of your bad temper and bad temper in at least three months. Take your time.  , when you adapt to your own habits, it will definitely help you in the future!" "That's right, in fact, what Liu Wenyang used just now was a simple hypnosis technique, using his subconscious mind to hypnotize Wang Xiaoer, asking him to be more tolerant in everything and stop doing it!  Rushing like a firecracker.  This kind of hypnosis was not very advanced in previous lives, and it was a necessary method used by many psychiatrists to help treat "manic" patients.  Now Liu Wenyang is very suitable for Wang Xiaoer.  As for why Liu Wenyang does this, it¡¯s very simple ¨C behavior determines habits, habits determine character, and character determines destiny!  Since you want to help Wang Xiaoer "change his life", you must get rid of his bad habits!  Where is Wang Xiaoer?Knowing that I was subconsciously hypnotized by Liu Wenyang, my temper would change a lot in the future. I just felt that the words Liu Wenyang whispered in my ear just now seemed to be implanted in my heart and became indelible. I also felt very comfortable all over my body, as if I had finished a heavy job.  Had a good rest.  Although he didn't understand what Liu Wenyang had done to him, it felt good, so Wang Xiaoer clasped his fists with great gratitude and thanked Liu Wenyang: "Thank you for your help, but you don't know the name of your benefactor?" Liu Wenyang smiled slightly and said: "  You don¡¯t have to thank me. Helping people in times of crisis is what our fortune tellers are supposed to do!¡± Wang Xiaoer was surprised again: ¡°You are a fortune teller, may I ask who you are¡­¡± You must know that this Ming Dynasty is different from other dynasties, because  With the likes of Liu Bowen and Liuzhuang Shenxiang, figures such as fortune tellers and feng shui masters who were originally in the middle and ninth ranks were directly promoted to several levels. Not only were they superior to others, but they were also won over by many powerful people.  Because of this, the people of the Ming Dynasty also had extraordinary respect or awe for these people, and this was the main reason why Liu Wenyang became successful so quickly. Due to the trend, he rode the wind and rose up, and it was difficult to become famous.  Seeing so many people looking at him eagerly, hoping that he could tell his name, Liu Wenyang did not hide anything and said bluntly: "I am in Taohua Town, Liu Wenyang!" I originally thought that these Poyang people would not have heard of it like the fortune teller and his gang.  His name, but he was wrong. When Liu Wenyang reported his name easily, the people around him shouted loudly: "Oh my God, he is Liu Wenyang, Xiaoliu Shenxiang!" "Finally I saw the real person! Yi Gua  "Xi Zhuge will die, and the locust tree will be burned, and the dragon will descend!" "Liu Shenxiang, please help me and give me a fortune!" "Liu Shenxiang, please change my fate!"  Liu Shenxiang! Liu Shenxiang! " Everyone was so excited that they pulled Liu Wenyang and almost tore him to pieces.  Liu Wenyang was dumbfounded. He finally escaped under the protection of Tong Mingyue, but the big question in his mind was, how could he be so famous?  !  ¡°I have only been in Poyang City for less than two days, why does everyone seem to know my name?  !  Incredible!  He couldn¡¯t figure it out even if he wanted to break his scalp.  (To be continued)
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