The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 279 The Fortune Teller Counted His Fate and Lost His Fate
Yelang City is the last city in the north. After passing this city, you will reach the boundary of Jiangnan.

Yelang City is the last barrier leading to the capital of the gods in the north. If you pass through this city, you will be able to go straight to the capital of the gods without hindrance. Even the people's carriages don't have to rest. It takes less than [-] days to reach the capital of God.

Yelang City occupies a vast area, which is a unique feature of northern cities. The land here is vast and rich in resources, and any house can only be compared with a few houses in the south of the Yangtze River.

Not only is it big, but it also has a feature, expensive.

Everything is expensive.

Everything comes from Jiangnan.

Yelang City has no farming and no crops, and cattle, horses and sheep cannot be raised in large quantities, they can only come in through trade, so everything is expensive, clothes, silk brocade, meat and poultry are all ridiculously expensive.

In the capital, one tael of silver can last a month of sauced beef and roasted pig's trotters, but here, you can only eat three catties.

In front of Zhang Buer was three catties of beef with bolognese sauce.

For more than a year, he spent a lot of money to see a doctor for Luo Qiqi. Now after going out, he relied on money to give him ten taels of silver, which was enough for him to go back and forth to Huaxuelou. Now is the chance, of course we have to have a big meal.

There are other dishes beside the three catties of beef, and these food cost a total of one or six dynasties.

Just after taking a bite, the table next to him started to shout.

"What? This fucking three catties of beef cost me a tael? The girl in the hook bar downstairs can play for ten days!" A fierce voice came.

"Then why don't you go play with girls in the hook bar downstairs? But as far as I know, you don't care about playing with girls." The shopkeeper bowed his head and bowed.

"Grandma is a jerk, why are you talking to grandpa? Be careful, grandpa!" When the big man slapped down, Zhang Buer was going to intercept him, but unexpectedly a figure walked up to the man and grabbed the big man "If you don't have money, don't be greedy, if you can't afford it, get out."

The big man looked at the young man, his hands hurting from being pinched, and he immediately calmed down, "Young hero, young hero... let go... I, I, I... I go, I go."

The boy let go and snorted coldly, "Are you still leaving?"

"Let's go..." The big man turned around and ran out of the hall.

"Thank you, young man." The shopkeeper cupped his hands.

"It's okay." The boy waved his hand, "It's just a matter of drawing a sword to help when the road is injustice."

Zhang Buer ate the food in front of him and couldn't help admiring, "Sure enough, there are so many good people." '

The night in Yelang City came quickly and early.

It was originally spring, but because it was located in the north, it was still extremely cold.Zhang Buer only had one horse, and if he didn't let it rest well, he couldn't walk to Huaxue Tower, so he lived in the inn.

Also living in this inn is a father and daughter.

"Father, what do you think that woman is doing standing on the street?"

"Kids beep less."

"Isn't this the first time I've been in the city? Oh no, it's the second time, but the first time there was nothing in the city, it was full of ghosts."

There is no taboo between the child and the father when they talk, but the people around them shudder when they hear it.

Zheng Nian is now dressed in white clothes with gold patterns, quite like a second-generation ancestor. This outfit has added a lot of attention to him, and with the little girl riding on his neck, people can't help but look at him more Two eyes.

The little girl's dress is very weird, it's not the dress of an ordinary little girl, and in this weather, there is no one who dresses up like this.

The little girl's bare legs were placed on her father's shoulders, and she had no shoes and socks, but she was wearing long-sleeved clothes made of fluff. The black hair was floating like animal fluff, and there was a red scarf on her head. Tiger hats can be cute or weird.

The two sat in the hall on the first floor to eat.

At this time, a person walked in from the gate, and was stopped by Xiao Er as soon as he passed the threshold, "My lord, are you going to eat or stay in the hotel?"

It is a fortune teller, holding a divination banner in his hand, with a line of words written on it.

[One hexagram 100 taels]

"Father, who is a fortune teller and dares to charge 100 taels." The little girl was drinking meat porridge from a big bowl, her big eyes rolling around.

"A person who is accurate." Zheng Nian said.

"There are too many people who are accurate." The little girl said disdainfully, "It must be a liar. The 100 taels is indeed a good gimmick."

"Why do you know that?" Zheng Nian ate meat while drinking.

"Ordinary people definitely can't afford 100 taels. Naturally, it is tempting to those big government and businessmen or sect Taoists. If I am a big official and businessman, and I can spend 100 taels at will, I will naturally be interested in these things. Once the money is counted, he is just flattering, cheating, bragging, bragging to me, and naturally taking the money. He is also happy, and I am also happy." The little girl said.

"That makes sense." Zheng Nian nodded.

"I figured out that someone wants to invite me to dinner, so I will come to the banquet." The fortune-teller clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"Who is it?" Xiaoer asked immediately when he heard that there was a treat.

"I don't know if I'm poor." The old man said shyly.

Xiao Er was taken aback, and his expression changed drastically, "You fortune teller, you can't cheat with this banner, can you?"

"Pindao has never lied to anyone, and he has never tried to deceive anyone. Naturally, he did his calculations. He only came here when someone invited me to dinner." The old man smiled and bowed.

"Then why can't you even figure out who invited you to dinner?" Xiao Er said displeased, "It's obviously a lie, you can figure out who invited you to dinner, but you can't figure out who invited you to dinner." Who is it, and how is this possible? It doesn't make sense, sir, but please go out."

"Oh?" The old man smiled, "Little brother, you are right, since I can count who will invite me to dinner, of course I can also count who will invite me to dinner, then let the old man do the calculation."

I saw that the fortune teller didn't pinch his fingers to count like ordinary people, but turned his head to look at the sky.

Looking at it, I looked at the time for a cup of tea.

Xiao Er was strange at first, then squinted his eyes and followed the past to watch together, but because he couldn't understand the old man who shrank his head to watch the fortune-telling, he was about to interrupt, but the old man turned around, "I already know who it is."

"Oh?" Xiao Er looked at the old man with a face that seemed to reveal the truth, "Who is that?"

"Zheng Shuang." The master laughed.

Zheng Nian was taken aback, and looked back.

The little girl suddenly looked up at Zheng Nian, "Father, you said you didn't name me, but did you want to name me before?"

"Yes." Zheng Nian seemed like a person who admitted his mistake.

"Do you want to name me Zheng Shuang?" the little girl asked.

"No, I just remembered an old friend." Zheng Nian was trying to argue.

The little girl frowned, "If it's called that name, we'll throw ourselves into the river together."

"Oh!" the old man said suddenly.

Xiaoer was about to ask who Zheng Shuang was, when he heard the fortune-teller's call, he turned his head and looked back, "What's wrong?"

"It's not Zheng Shuang anymore." The old man patted his head, "There is such a strange thing."

"Sir, I'm going to call someone to whip you." Xiao Er said seriously.

Having said that, Zheng Nian smiled, "Xiaoer, let this gentleman come over."

As soon as Xiaoer turned around and saw Zheng Nian's clothes, he naturally knew that he was not someone who would take nothing for granted, so he said, "Okay! Please come inside, sir."

The old fortune-teller laughed, put the flag in his hand at the door, walked in, sat opposite Zheng Nian, he was not polite, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"Old man, it's easy to choke to death if you eat like this." The little girl said coldly.

"It's okay... snore... don't worry." The old man's mouth was stuffed with half a steamed bun and a few dishes, and he couldn't open it at all.

"This old man can't understand nonsense." The little girl looked at Zheng Nian helplessly.

Zheng Nian didn't care, and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile, "Your business is not easy, is it? 100 taels of silver is all for myself?"

"Hahahaha." The old man smiled, "It's really not easy to do, and it hasn't opened for many years."

"Yo, you really deceived people." The little girl pouted with pride, "Old man, be careful to deceive those bad-tempered people, and they will beat you to death. You don't need to write It’s money for divination, it’s written directly on the head of the soul, and it’s hung in front of the tombstone.”

"Look at the way you learned from your father, you can say every nice word out of your mouth." The old man was not angry, shook his head and continued to eat.

"You are a beggar, and you still expect others to talk to you?" The little girl said disdainfully, "You eat my food and drink my wine, are you planning to cheat my money?"

"Hey, I didn't intend to cheat you of money, I just watched you and I hit it off." Hearing this, the old man quickly put the bowl in front of him, and said in a low voice, "In this way, I won't eat this meal for nothing." Yours, I will give you a fortune-telling for free."

"No money?" the little girl asked.

"Of course no money." The old man smiled.

"Well, my father doesn't have any ink in his stomach, and he hasn't come up with a name for me for a year. How about you help me figure out a name?" asked the little girl.

"Okay." The old man slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes, but his complexion had changed drastically, and his expression became more serious. Then he immediately picked up the bowl and put the rice into his mouth, saying, "I don't want to be a starving ghost. I don't want to be a starving ghost."

The little girl and Zheng Nian looked bewildered, and were about to ask questions, but saw the old man spurt a mouthful of blood into the bowl, and then the blood slowly oozed from the seven orifices, and he fell to the ground with his neck twisted, dead.

"Dead?" The little girl was taken aback, "Did a fortune teller die by name?"

Zheng Nian hurriedly stepped forward and was about to breathe, but the old man suddenly sat up, "I know! Shout! Shout! Xiaodie! Hello Xiaodie! Xiaodie Miao!"

"Zheng Xiaodie?" The little girl was delighted.

After the old man finished speaking, he fell to the ground again.

Zheng Nian went to check his breath, but he was already dead.

"Murder! Murder!"

The people in the hall screamed and ran out, while the officials from outside had already walked in, slashing their swords, "How dare you kill people in Yelang City!"

Zheng Nian looked at the old man, and then at the official in front of him.

People are stupid.

(End of this chapter)