After being reborn, I became a scumbag and his aunt

Chapter 377 Spring Rain (Part Two)
"No no!"

"You want to cheat money because no one is divining?"

"Look at you, you are pretty good looking. Find a shop to be a clerk, and you can earn enough food and clothing. Why bother to do this tricky business!"

The people avoided him and watched his jokes while laughing.

Wu Banxian sighed, "You pray to gods and worship Buddha every day, but now you don't cherish the gods when they come to you."

He walked to a stall selling umbrellas, looked at the stall owner with a smile and asked, "Old man, I'll make a divination for you, how about giving me a tael of silver?"

The stall owner is an old man dressed in shabby clothes. Years have carved grooves vertically and horizontally on his face, and his waist has been bent because of years of bending and working.

The old man did not laugh at the young Taoist priest, he pointed to the bamboo umbrella on his stall and said, "Look, Taoist priest, an umbrella sells for [-] Wen, if you want to make up enough money, you have to sell it." Fifty umbrellas. But the little old man sold a total of one today, and he only got [-] yuan. If you want it, you can take it for emergency, and I can’t get any more.”

As he spoke, he snatched out a handful of copper plates from his cloth bag and held them in his hand.

The crowd of onlookers increased, and someone recognized the old man and advised him, "Don't be fooled by him, you can't even eat enough for yourself, so why don't you help others?"

"It's only twenty coins to be cheated." The old man put the copper coin in Wu Banxian's hands, "When you go out to ask for a living, everyone has a difficult time. The Taoist priest will take it and buy steamed buns."

Wu Banxian looked at the copper plate in his hand, his face became a bit more serious, and he solemnly made a long bow.

"The old man gave all his money to help, and the poor are very grateful. These twenty Wen are worth one tael of silver. Let me make a divination for you."

The old man waved his hand, "There is no need for divination. The old man is just an umbrella maker and seller. He only wants food and clothing every day, and there is nothing to ask."

But Wu Banxian refused to give up, "Since you want food and clothing, then this Banxian will give you food and clothing."

He picked three copper coins from the pile and scattered them on the ground.

"Tomorrow you are right, southeast, and you can make a fortune." Wu Banxian put away the copper plate and said, "Tomorrow, the old man will take all the umbrellas at home and go there to make a fortune."

Someone sneered, "Tomorrow's Lantern Festival, the old man has seen the sky, and there is no rain!"

"The government has also posted a notice, and the Qin Tianjian said that the sun will be fine. I heard that the emperor will climb up in the palace to watch the grand street lantern festival!"

Wu Banxian did not argue with them, and said slowly, "Whether it is true or not, we will know tomorrow."

He saluted the old man again, "Old man, this is the only chance, remember to bring all the umbrellas, one thirty cents!"

I'm afraid if he doesn't say it, according to the old man's honesty, he doesn't know the reason for raising prices by sitting on the ground.

The old man raised his old face, thirty cash?Who will buy it?

Wu Banxian laughed loudly, "It's open!" Holding the banner, he left freely.

"To measure the good and bad of the world, to predict the good and bad of the world!"

"The iron mouth is broken, one hexagram and one tael of silver!"

None of the crowd took his crazy words to heart, but it was a pity that the honest stall owner was cheated of twenty cents.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shangyuan Festival.

Early in the morning, the sky was clear and the sun leaped from the east.

Until the evening, the weather was fine and there was no sign of cloudy rain at all.

Those people who experienced yesterday's incident looked at the sky, smiled and muttered, "Look at how that crazy Taoist made it happen."

Sheds have been set up on the long street in the capital, as well as the bustling streets nearby, and all kinds of lanterns have been hung up in preparation for tonight's lantern festival.

Many small food vendors have found places and set up stalls.

The old man selling umbrellas had already gone to the long street in the southeast direction early, and set up a stall on the outermost roadside of the Lantern Festival.His two sons also came, dragging umbrellas full of two flatbed carts.

People passing by felt amused when they saw so many umbrellas, "The lantern festival sells umbrellas, and it's also a scene tonight."

"I heard that he was cheated out of money by a crazy Taoist priest, and got such a divination, saying that he made a fortune today. He actually took it seriously!"

"Hahaha……"

This is an inconspicuous stall, but anyone who passes by will be curious, so many people know about the mad Taoist priest and the old man dreaming of getting rich.

The two sons sighed.

The eldest son looked up at the red sunset in the west, and said with a sad face, "Father, we have become a joke in the capital. It will be You hour soon, and there is no rain."

The hunchbacked old man sat on the ground, looked at the pedestrians on the street, and said nothing.

He is just trying, what if it works?Then the days in the spring of this year will be easier.

Even if it doesn't work, it's just a waste of effort.

The sky gradually darkened, the moon hung high, the lanterns on the long street were lit up, and there were more pedestrians.

People admiring the lanterns, guessing riddles, looking for food, and passers-by pass each other.

But just when everyone was in high spirits, the bright sky darkened, dark clouds covered the moon, and black ink surged.

Pedestrians were stunned and looked up at the sky.

The dense rain fell on his face, cold and earthy.

It has been sunny all day, no one believes that it will rain tonight, and no one will be burdened by carrying an umbrella, which will spoil the interest of swimming.

Some people went to the restaurants and teahouses on the side of the road to hide from the rain, but the restaurants and teahouses were already overcrowded, and some people thought of the old man selling umbrellas.

"There is an umbrella seller at the west end of the long street!"

"Let that Taoist be right! It happens to be Youzheng! It's raining!"

……

The most deserted place on the long street suddenly became lively.

The old man and his two sons changed their dejected attitude before, with silly smiles on their faces, collecting money and handing umbrellas in a hurry.

Thirty pennies.No one thinks it is expensive, and no one picks and chooses as usual, as long as you can grab an umbrella.

The rain in spring is not heavy, but it is very annoying, thin, cold, and continuous.If you go home in the rain, you may have a cold.A cold, see a doctor to prescribe medicine, but thirty Wen can be enough.

Soon, the umbrellas full of two carriages were sold out.There are also people who come to buy umbrellas all the time.

The two carriage umbrellas were made by a family of several people in one winter, and they planned to sell them in the spring.But in one night, they were all sold out.And it's a handful of thirty texts.

The father and son sat on the scooter, surrounded by three heavy money bags. Their grandparents and grandchildren had enough food and clothing for a year.

Until now, they were still a little bit overwhelmed, and they were stunned in the same way.

"Father, that Wu Banxian is actually right?"

The old man raised his head and drenched in the drizzle, "Yes. He is a god who cultivated on the fairy mountain, and he came down to the mortal world to practice."

Some officers and soldiers shouted along the long street, "Don't accept the lanterns!" "Take all the lanterns out of the shed!"

Because the emperor still wants to see.

But it was useless, the lanterns were all made of paper and couldn't withstand the rain, so they were hung outside and soon extinguished, and the whole long street was dimmed.

What then faded away was the enthusiasm of the common people to visit the lantern festival, and the great interest of Emperor Qingming to enjoy the lantern.

Emperor Qingming held the Queen's hand, standing in the Phoenix Tower he specially built for the Queen, admiring the continuous sea of ​​lights.

But with an unexpected spring rain, the world was gloomy and defeated miserably.

Emperor Qingming suppressed the unhappiness in his eyes, turned his head to look at the beautiful queen beside him, and said with a gentle smile, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil, which is a good omen."

(End of this chapter)