She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 18 is a sincere child
Shi Luo pointed to the small wooden sign beside his feet, but said nothing.

The uncle became interested. He walked up to Shi Luo, squatted down, pointed to the words on the small wooden sign, and asked with a smile, "A fortuneteller? You are not yet twenty, right? How can you know fortunetelling? You can't be self-taught, right? "

Although the uncle kept teasing Shi Luo, there was no malice in his eyes.

"Master taught it." Shi Luo still replied concisely.

"Then how about you make a fortune for me? If the calculation is accurate, I will definitely reward me handsomely." Shi Luo said little, and his face remained expressionless, the uncle just wanted to tease the little girl.

Shi Luo nodded.

The uncle pointed at himself, "Then tell me about me first, what can you see from me."

Shi Luo looked at the uncle for a moment, and said: "You were born in the south, you had no parental relationship, and you were poor in your early years, but you have a strong heart, and you gradually became rich in middle age. You have three sons in your life, and now there are two more, and these two sons are filial to you. Plus, if you persist in doing good deeds, your old age will be smooth and safe."

The uncle's original plan was to give money no matter what Shi Luo said. Looking at Shi Luo's clothes, he might be in trouble in life. He was willing to help the little girl, but Shi Luo only said a few words, and the uncle's expression gradually faded. Seriously, when the time came to an end, he trembled all over and almost squatted down.

"Little girl, you, do you really know how to count?" The old man's face was trembling with excitement. Those who are not familiar with him have no idea that he has lost his parents since he was a child, and grew up eating a lot of food in the village. Later, he became the first college student in the village to pass the exam. He was assigned to teach in a school in a small town. He resigned at the age of 25, and later moved to Beijing. There are many opportunities to go to Beijing, but the competition is also great. , the money he had saved for a few years was quickly used up. After that, he supported his family by setting up stalls and selling vegetables. After saving some savings, he rented a front house. He had a quick mind and decided not to sell vegetables at all. , he opened a small supermarket, and when he was 41 years old, he opened five supermarkets. His wealth was not ranked high in Beijing, but he was considered rich.

After the first half of the calculation, he could still say that she inquired about it, but he gave birth to three children in his life, and few people knew about it.

Even now that he has passed his sixtieth year, his eyes are still red when he thinks of Zeng Jin's lost child.

The uncle simply sat across from Shi Luo, wiped away his tears, and said: "My eldest son looks exactly like me, and his brain is also flexible. The child will be able to walk at ten months old, and he will be able to talk after one year old." At the age of two, he was already able to recite dozens of poems, and everyone he knew said that the child would definitely be successful in the future, better than his father, but when the child was three years old, he had a high fever and he just disappeared."

At that time, he was teaching in a middle school in the town. More than 40 years ago, there was only a health center in the town. Few of the doctors in it were graduates from serious medical schools. In the middle of the night, he could only take the child to the health center in the town. At that time, a young daughter-in-law was on duty, and she didn't know how to use medicine. Later, he found out that the young daughter-in-law turned out to be the daughter-in-law of the dean at that time. She was studying with the dean at the same time. While seeing a doctor, the dean's daughter-in-law took the wrong medicine, and his child just disappeared.

Even though he later made the dean and her wife pay the price, he still couldn't get his son's life back. His wife was almost blind from crying at that time, which is why he resigned and wanted to leave the town.

This matter is an eternal pain in the hearts of him and his wife. Usually, they never mention it, and only occasionally read a few words in the dead of night. Even the two children who came later did not know that they had an older brother.

Shi Luo listened carefully to what the old man had to say.

"My wife and I have been donating money and materials to do good deeds all these years, just thinking about accumulating virtue for my poor child, so that he can have a good pregnancy in his next life and live a life of peace and joy." The uncle grabbed his clothes. Jiao, wiped his tears vigorously, and then asked Shi Luo, "It's been 40 years, little girl, do you think my poor child has been reincarnated? Can he be reborn into a good family in his next life?"

The uncle is a scholar, even at such an old age, he still insists on reading every day. He originally didn't believe in these ghosts and gods, but he had a desire in his heart and had to believe it.

Shi Luo looked at the uncle with some embarrassment, and met his earnest eyes, she could only tell the truth, "Our Taoist school only talks about responsibility and present life, not past life and future life, I don't know the future life you are talking about."

Originally, the uncle was still sad, but after hearing Shi Luo's words, most of the sadness in his heart dissipated.

He said to himself: "I believe that as long as I accumulate more merits for that child in this life, he will definitely live well in his next life."

Shi Luo didn't refute, nor echoed.

The more she is like this, the more the uncle feels that this little girl is extraordinary, she is so stable at such a young age, she does not pretend to be a fairy, and she does not follow the words of the guests, she is a real and reliable little girl.

The uncle took out his mobile phone and asked Shi Luo, "Little girl, I will transfer the money to you."

"The mobile phone belongs to someone else, and I don't have a bank card." Shi Luo looked at the uncle and reminded: "It's agreed, you try me first, and if I'm right, I'll do the math for you. I just said no money."

"What a sincere boy." Although Shi Luo didn't say a word about his eldest son, the uncle still felt that the stone that had been on his heart for decades fell to the ground.

"Then you'll make a fortune for me again." The uncle is also a straightforward person, he simply said.

"What do you want to be?" Shi Luo sat up straight, this was the first time she came to the capital, her eyes lit up a little.

The uncle thought for a while and said, "I want to figure out whether my youngest son should leave home or not."

Without asking too much time, the uncle explained: "It's like this. Except for my eldest son, I am satisfied with my life until now. Although my family is not very rich, I don't have to worry about food and drink. Originally, I wanted to hand over the family business. For the second child and the third child, the second child is okay, honest and responsible, although not very capable, but it can still be done to keep the family business, mainly my third child, he has been abroad for many years, he did it himself What kind of IT company, after the economic downturn in foreign countries, his company went bankrupt, no, I returned to China two years ago, I originally wanted him to run a supermarket with my second child, this kid is not good, he still doesn’t give up, he thinks about himself To start a business, I have to leave home to go to the south, I heard that I will find a partner, I don’t want him to make trouble, so I didn’t agree, and I’m arguing with me during this time.”

It is also because his two sons are filial. He disagrees, and the third child can't leave home just as he wants.

At noon, the father and son failed to reach an agreement, and the uncle was also upset, so he came to the park for a stroll at noon.

Shi Luo took out a pen and paper from the bag he carried with him, put it in front of the uncle, "write something."

The uncle didn't hesitate, so he wrote the word 'fire' on the paper.

There is a word Yan in his son's name.

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(End of this chapter)