wild flowers in mountain village

Chapter 125: 0140

Seeing the two old men shaking their heads, the fortune-teller shook his head and said: "The waning moon is hard to be full, and there must be accidental injuries; if people are in danger, they must guard against it indoors, and their lives will be exchanged for safety."

After the fortune teller finished reading, he looked at Wang Cai: "Did any disaster happen to your family not long ago?"

"Yes." Wang Cai replied.

"This corresponds to the first sentence, 'The waning moon is hard to be full, and there must be accidents and injuries'!"

"Injured and killed in the accident, that's right." Wang Cai said.

"The waning moon! How can a waning moon be complete? There must be right and wrong! This right and wrong has planted the root of disaster for the family!" The fortune-teller pushed his glasses.

"How to get rid of the root cause?" Wang Cai asked urgently.

"Don't worry, sign, I'll explain it to you slowly! Signing is wonderful! Is it your son who was injured and killed?" The fortune teller stretched out his head.

"Eldest son." Wang Cai wanted to release the sign in a hurry.

"Daughter-in-law?" The fortune teller pushed down his glasses again.

"She's with her younger son," Wang Cai said.

"Don't interrupt me, I didn't ask you a question! Just listen to me slowly unwrap the lottery, do you understand?" The fortune teller sat up straight.

"The first sentence of the signature says that the waning moon is hard to come back, and there is already a disaster. Disasters cause disasters, and new disasters are planted, and disasters will be resolved! Do you understand?" the fortune-teller asked Wang Cai.

"Tell me." Wang Cai looked at the fortune-teller.

The fortune teller pushed the glasses: "Your elder son was injured and died, and your younger son married his wife and conceived a child. Is there such a thing?"

"Yes. That's right." Wang Cai said.

"God! It's accurate!" Wang Qing said.

"The eldest son is dead, but his wife is alive, so a new root of trouble is planted. Your younger son married his sister-in-law and conceived a child. This is the root of trouble and a new root of trouble is born! Understand?" The fortune teller went forward to probe .

"No, I don't understand. Please explain in detail." There were beads of sweat on Wang Cai's forehead.

"Your eldest son already has a child?"

"There is."

"read?"

"Yes."

The fortune teller pushed the glasses again: "Your daughter-in-law is pregnant with a child, which makes the new calamity even more serious. Your eldest son is afraid that you will have a new grandson, which will affect his son! His son originally had you and his son alone. Mother's love, suddenly a younger brother who takes love, he feels uncomfortable! His discomfort will make his dead father's soul known in heaven, so how could his father not care about it? Do you understand?" Fortune teller His tone was very harsh.

"Understood. How to solve it?" Wang Cai just wanted to find a solution.

"The next sentence in the signature is 'Defense against family disasters indoors, and save your life for safety.' This is the way to crack it! This method is very unique, I can't tell you!" The fortune teller stretched out his head to look at Wang Cai again.

"You don't tell me the way to crack it, I, I..."

"This solution is unique. Not only will it shorten my life for a few days, it may also ruin my fortune!" The fortune teller stretched his bitter face again.

"Give me the solution! You must give me the solution!" Wang Cai said.

"Okay! Seeing your family's disasters one after another, I feel sorry for you. If you want to reveal the secret of this solution, I usually don't want a hundred yuan, and I won't say it. You, I sympathize! You give me another 20 yuan, and I will crack it for you. method. Can’t bargain, or…” The fortune teller pushed his glasses.

"Okay, okay. I'll give it." Wang Cai said and brought another 20 yuan to the fortune-teller.

"Listen well. 'Indoor defense against human disaster' means that this time is a man-made disaster, and only the people in your own family can prevent the disaster from spreading. Do you know that?"

"understood."

"It's easy to understand 'reducing life for peace'. It means that someone must change life in order to turn the cause of disaster into a blessing, that is, to protect the safety of the child in the belly! Who would want to change life?" The fortune teller stretched his neck in front of Wang Cai again. .

"I, I am willing to shorten my life." Wang Cai said.

"You? It's not a question of whether you want it or not! I'll figure it out, so keep quiet." The fortune-teller muttered for a while, pointing his fingers.

"What?" Wang Cai asked.

The fortune teller stood up, "I'll forget it, your grandson will be born safely, grow up, and have a long way to go in the future! I'm leaving!" He stood up, picked up the birdcage, and started walking.

When Wang Cai heard that his grandson was fine and had a good future, he was relieved. He saw the fortune teller had left, and he realized it, saying: "I, I..."

"What are you? You are destined to lose your life, within three days..." The fortune teller walked away before he could finish speaking.

Wang Cai looked at the back of the fortune teller and stayed where he was.

Wang Qingzao was dumbfounded.After he woke up and turned around, he slapped his head: "It's a good calculation, it's accurate! Your eldest son is dead, and you can calculate that your younger son is married to his sister-in-law and has a child!"

After he finished speaking, seeing that Wang Cai was still staring blankly at the back of the fortune-teller going away, he hurriedly said, "You, don't trust his words too much. Fortune-tellers are just talking nonsense."

"Stop talking. I, I'm fine." Wang Cai turned and entered the room while speaking.

Seeing Wang Cai entered the house, Wang Qing stopped talking to him, so he took his grandson who was playing on the ground home.

Wang Qing hadn't gone far. Thinking about it, he hurriedly dragged his grandson around again. He was afraid that something would happen to Wang Cai.

Wang Cai went back to the house and thought about what the fortune teller said. After thinking about it, he always felt that the disaster was buried too deep, and it would be difficult to find a way to solve it if he wanted to get rid of it for a while.After thinking for a while, he saw that it was almost noon on the wall clock, and hurriedly started washing rice and cooking.

Wang Qing turned around, Wang Cai was washing rice with a tripod pot, he looked at it, and took his grandson back home.

Walking on the road, he thought, he was too worried, and Wang Cai was fine.

After Wang Cai finished cooking and frying dishes, Ergou and Cuihua also came back.

Seeing Ergou and Cuihua come back laughing, Wang Cai hurriedly said, "Wash your hands and eat, everything is ready."

During the meal, Wang Cai didn't say a word.

Ergou brought some food for him, and said, "Father, you should also eat more food."

Wang Cai said "hmm", buried his head and started to eat.

"Father, what's on your mind?" Cuihua asked.

"No, I'm not in the mood. You eat, you eat." Wang Cai said.

After lunch, Wang Cai sat in front of the door thinking about what the fortune-teller said.

Cuihua and Ergou sit and laugh while watching TV.

Wang Cai looked back at Ergou and Cuihua from time to time.

Ergou and Cuihua watched TV for a while, Ergou said: "Cuihua, don't go this afternoon, I can do the little work by myself."

"I'll go. I'm fine at home. Like in the morning, I'll finish my work and talk to you after a break. You're motivated too, aren't you?" Cuihua said with a smile.

"Okay, you go. Let's go." Ergou said, picked up the hoe and set off again.

Cuihua also picked up the hoe and followed out the door.

"Don't be too tired, both of you, come back early!" Wang Cai said.

"Father, don't worry, we won't be tired. If you have nothing to do, just watch TV." Cuihua said.

"Doing this kind of work can still tire me? Dad, you underestimate me too much!" Ergou replied with a smile as he walked.

Seeing Ergou and Cuihua walking away, Wang Cai stood up, patted his body, picked up the stool and went back to the house.

(End of this chapter)