Fleeing the wasteland and farming: don't panic, the family's metaphysics boss

Chapter 131 Unlock New Skills

Leaving Changting Hutong, Qingyu and Shi'an walked back slowly. Along the way, they saw a shop selling peach cakes. Qingyu bought a small bag and ate them while walking, feeling very comfortable for a while.

Seeing that she ate her mouth full, Shi An teased with a smile, "If you continue to eat like this, you will grow into a chubby boy in the future."

"Huh?" Qingyu stopped, touched her cheek, and looked serious, "Is it really gaining weight?"

"Not fat." Shi'an touched her small head, "It was too thin before."

Qingyu let out an oh sound, and started eating again.

"Elder Sister went to see the venue with Qian Lao Er, and Second Junior Sister went to see the Yin Mansion with San Chan. I don't think they will be back for a while. It's still early, so it's okay to go back. I want to set up a stall in the market. Son, junior sister, do you want to go together?" Shi'an asked Qingyu.

Qingyu nodded, "Okay."

Qingyu and Shi'an went back to Jiuquli first, took the fortune-telling banners, and then turned to the fortune-telling street in Daquwan.

One characteristic of Daquwan is that businesses of the same type are clustered together in one place, such as Wooden Alley, where one alley is full of carpentry, or fortune-telling, where one alley is full of fortune-telling.

Qingyu was dragged by Shi'an through the vegetable market, bypassed the meat market, and passed the rice market. In short, after many turns and turns, he finally arrived at the destination - a dead end.

There are many people in the alley. There are fortune-telling flags and fortune-tellers lining the walls on the left and right, and fortune-telling guests in the middle. Some of these people gather around to listen, and some walk around unsure which one to choose , some hesitantly being dragged to the seat by the fortune teller who can yell.

A whole alley, quite a feeling of overcrowding.

Qing Yu looked around and asked, "Where are you sitting, brother?"

"Go in." Shi'an led her in and didn't stop until the very end.

There were two futons hanging on the wall at the bottom. Shi'an took down the futons and spread them on the ground, then inserted the fortune-telling flags in the corner, straightened the flags, and then pressed Qingyu to sit on one of the futons.

Then he said to the fortune teller opposite who also had no guests: "Mr. Xu, can you lend me your little bench first?"

Qingyu looked over, and there was a low stool in the opposite corner, probably for the guests to use for a long time.

The person who was called Mr. Xu raised his head when he heard the sound, and Qingyu's eyebrows moved slightly. This person looked quite young, in his twenties, which was very different from the people with fluttering beards in front of him.

"Yes." Mr. Xu replied flatly, and buried his head again.It was only then that Qing Yu noticed that the word "Ghost Writer" was written on his banner, and Xin Dao was not a fortune teller.

Shi'an thanked him, brought the low stool over, wiped it clean, and put it on the opposite side for the guests to sit on.Seeing Qingyu's curious face again, she whispered in her ear:
"This man was originally a scholar, but he gave up his fame and made a living here as a ghostwriter and fortune-telling." He added: "I heard what the person next to him said, and he doesn't like to be called a scholar, so he just calls him Mr. "

Qing Yu looked to the side, she was in her forties, with a long fluttering beard, she stroked it with her hands from time to time, and she was talking some specious things to the guests in front of her.

She sat cross-legged on the futon, curiously looking at the pedestrians in front of her.Most people don't go back when they get to a certain position. They seem to feel that they are too deserted, and if they look more often, they will be a weird person.

"Mr. Xu, is the letter I asked you to write the day before yesterday finished?" An old lady approached her and shouted before she got close.

Mr. Xu still showed no extra expression, took out a letter from the drawer and handed it to the aunt, "Ten copper coins."

The aunt took out ten copper coins, opened the letter and looked at it for a few times. Although she couldn't understand it, she also looked happy, "Thank you very much," and left in a hurry.

"Hey, Xu Xiucai is a ghostwriter today. It's a pity. I can't see you telling people's fortunes, so I can't gain more knowledge." The voice of the auntie attracted the attention of some people, and one of them joked when he was temporarily free.

Xu Xiucai was unmoved and continued to write his own.The man seemed bored, his eyes turned, and then fell on Qingyu and Shi'an, and he laughed immediately.

"Hey, our little god is not only here today, but also brought his sister. Could it be the lucky star who can recruit a few more people to fool you, hahaha."

Most of the people sitting in the corner are not doing very well in business, and there are quite a few idle ones. He laughed and said that, which provoked other people as well.

Some people may have had no business all day, and became very angry, and complained to Shi An:
"Boy, don't make a fool of yourself here. The reason why our feng shui is bad here is because you are sitting there. You are a big ass and want to tell people's fortunes. Aren't you trying to make people see our jokes?"

"Yeah, actually, I've wanted to say it a long time ago. If you sit here, who wants to come? One writes a letter and the other plays a joke. Those who don't know think it's a school."

"Hey, didn't someone come to ask this kid this morning? I didn't expect that he made up a few words and got a few words right. That person is also brainless. He really thinks he is a god. If he is like this, he can be considered a god. Then I would have Become famous."

"Boy, hurry up and leave if you know what you are good at. I have tolerated you for a long time."

A few people talked to each other, but they didn't pay attention to Shi'an and Qingyu at all.Qingyu looked at them indifferently, but before the cold light in his eyes flowed, Shi'an touched her head first, and then got up, his usual gentle face was already indifferent,
"I didn't care about you, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, so don't blame me for not giving you face."

He closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, slowly opened them again, seemingly unchanged, but the people staring at him seemed to have fallen into an abyss, weightlessness accompanied by strong dizziness, and they sat down directly. Unsteady, they fell to the ground one by one, covering their faces and crying bitterly.

"Why is my life so hard, I don't want to live anymore."

"What kind of fate is it? Who will calculate it for me, and see when this impoverished life will end."

"I don't know how to tell fortunes at all. I'm just lying to you. It's ridiculous that you have heard a few good words and then believed them. It's extremely ridiculous and stupid."

A few people were crying and laughing, which immediately drew the attention of the surrounding people, and the crowd was talking endlessly, saying that they were crazy, or possessed by evil spirits, and some people heard the fortune-telling words, and they were so angry that they beat and grabbed and shouted. Seeing a liar, clamoring to pay back the money.

Shi'an regained his usual peace, sat down beside Qingyu, waving his cattail fan, as if nothing had happened.

Qingyu was a little surprised: "Brother, how much cultivation has recovered?"

Shi'an smiled, and whispered in Qingyu's ear: "It's less than [-]%, it won't last for a while."

Sure enough, not long after the words were spoken, those people regained their senses. Some of them touched their faces with tears stained for unknown reasons, and some people's faces were burning and painful. It was just a few paw prints for others to see.

There were several circles of people around, looking at them, pointing, laughing or shaking their heads.

Only then did a few people look at the corner in horror. One boy, one girl, the two were chatting and laughing as if nothing happened.

When Xu Shi saw them looking around, the young man raised his eyes slightly, and as soon as his eyes came, a few people screamed and ran away in fright.

"I seem to have become a scourge."

"It's time to make them suffer."

Xu Xiucai, who was sitting opposite, stared at the two brothers and sisters in astonishment, and the ink dripped from the brush on the letter paper without realizing it.

(End of this chapter)