Dongli drinks wine after dusk

Chapter 187 The listener is interested

"Second brother Sun, tell me more carefully, tell me!" Qian Goudan asked the store to serve them another bowl of Yangchun noodles with a wink.

A bowl of clear soup noodles for two big boys, for a lively exchange, the money is well spent.

Sun Erlang took a big mouthful of the free noodle soup, and without further ado, he put a small pickle in his mouth, chewed and said, "Do you know Dou Laomazi? It's under the big willow tree near the south gate. An old liar who set up a stall."

Qian Goudan is not from the capital city. His family is in the countryside of Tong County. There are many people and little land, and there is not enough food to eat. So he came out to sell a coolie to earn a bowl of food, so he shook his head: "Second Brother Lao, explain."

"Hey, that's an old liar. As long as I can remember, I've been blind in one eye. I heard that he accidentally offended some powerful person and was blinded by someone."

Dou Mazi's real name is no longer available, because he was quite ugly. He had smallpox in his early years and survived by luck. People who knew him later called him Dou Mazi. Now that he is old, he has become Dou Mazi.

He has set up a fortune-telling booth under the big willow tree for at least 30 years, saying that he is accurate, and eight times out of ten, he is wrong, saying that he is not accurate, pick a good day, and get a horoscope , he really will.

All in all, people came to him intermittently because of weddings and funerals, so that he could make ends meet all these years, barely starving to death.As for the fortune-telling, hehe, no one believed him, so they just listened to it for fun.

"Is his fortune-telling never accurate?" Qian Goudan was a little curious, but he knew that fortune-telling, nine out of ten were deceitful, if fortune-telling was really accurate, why didn't he do the fortune-telling for himself first, and send a If you make a lot of money, you don't have to set up a stall in the street in the severe cold and hot summer, which is unspeakable.

"Hey, how should I put it? Other fortune tellers, mouth desserts, pick something nice to say, so that the fortune teller will be happy, throw a little money, and the calculation will be inaccurate. People have heard good words Can you come back and find him bad luck?"

When Qian Goudan thought about it, it made sense.

"Pianna Mazi Dou did the opposite, grabbing passers-by from time to time, threatening them that there would be a bloody disaster or a family member would die. To be honest, he was just blinded by someone, not directly. Beat to death, it is true that we people in the capital have the virtue of living well."

Sun Erlang shook his head, Xilihulu finished pawing his face, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Tell me, such an old liar, can you believe what he says?"

"What did he say? Who believed it?"

"The murderer! I don't know which idiot he limped." Sun Erlang picked his teeth off a dead tree branch next to him. Qian Goudan's attitude of listening so carefully pleased him, and he was also happy. Let’s talk a little bit more, at least I ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

"This old pockmarked Dou is not a good person. It's all right to pull people to say that there is a bloody disaster in the family. He originally held the mentality of preferring to believe in something rather than nothing. Listen to how he cracked it, and he said it all The method is frightening to death."

"He said that the disaster of blood and light needs to be broken with blood, and this blood can't be pig blood, dog blood, chicken blood, it has to be human blood!"

"Blood will kill you if you bleed too much! What he said is a way of exchanging lives for lives! Which idiot would believe it!"

Mazi Dou still meets people with this theory, and he has been saying it for a long time, and those who are familiar with him will take it as a joke. Whenever he passes by the big willow tree, he will ask: "Is there a bloody disaster today? Do you want to kill someone?" Bleeding?"

"Hey, they are really funny, so what about this case?"

"Are you stupid too? Didn't you say it all, for three years in a row, someone killed people and let bloodletting! Three lives a year!" Sun Erlang gave Qian Goudan a blank look.

Qian Goudan's face turned pale: "Then if the murderer really killed people because he was hiding from blood, Old Mazi Dou lacks great virtue."

"Who said no!"

"But everyone knows that he is an old liar? Who would believe it? Still so mad?"

"Who knows, you're always a fool, aren't you?"

The two chatted a few more words, maybe they had enough rest, and continued to carry the heavy package and left.

Zhao Dongli felt that this matter was worthy of further investigation. He was a little curious about who Lao Mazi Dou was.

Although he was born in the capital and grew up in the capital, Nancheng was not the area where Zhao Dongli fled. Naturally, he had never heard of this big fairy who set up a fortune-telling stall near the gate of Nancheng.

The south gate should have the largest flow of people among the four gates in the capital. Pedestrians, horses, and trucks are bustling with each other, and it is noisy for ten hours a day.

There is only one big willow tree nearby. This tree looks very old, and two mature men around the tree may not be able to hug it.In summer and spring, the leaves are already very lush, covering most of the sun.

Old Mazi Dou curled up in the shadow of the willow tree root, sleeping soundly, a dilapidated flag leaning against the tree, the four characters of divination were faded, and his clothes were so dirty that they were almost as thick as the bark of the tree. One color, one could smell the urine on his body from a few steps away.

Zhao Dongli couldn't help but took out a handkerchief to cover his nose, and signaled Feimo to come forward to wake him up.

Fei Mo stabbed Dou Lao Mazi with the scabbard, the force was not light.

"Oh! Don't hit, don't hit! Please forgive me, master, I won't dare again!" Old Pockmark Dou didn't even open his eyes, and the words of begging for mercy came out in a very pleasing way.

Fei Mo continued to poke.

"I don't have any money. I've spent all my money. Why don't you beat me up!" He finally opened his eyes this time, only to see a well-dressed young man standing in front of him, looking at him. Health, I must have never seen it.

Whether it will be fortune-telling or not is only clear to him, but Mazi Dou knows that his memory is definitely fine.

"Hey, my son, I see that your seal is black, I'm afraid."

"A disaster of blood and light, I understand. I'm here to ask you for a solution." Zhao Dongli didn't let go of his hand covering his nose, and his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Well~ Since the old man accepts God to reward the bowl of rice, he is willing to solve the son's worries and problems, but it's just that." Dou Laomazi twirled his index finger and middle finger with his thumb, making a gesture that he understood.

Feimo took out a tael of broken silver and threw it into Lao Mazi Dou's hand.

Old Mazi Dou didn't even lift his eyelids, he resisted the urge to put the broken silver in his mouth and bite it, my boy, it's broken silver as soon as he makes a move, it must be a fat sheep, he has to hold on, hold on.

Only by being steady can we slaughter more. After all, it is a one-hammer sale. Next time, we will wait for such a bully.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Feimo threw another bigger one, and repeated this three times, throwing a total of about ten taels of silver, and the young master also showed impatience, so Lao Mazi Dou finally let go: "Sir, please sit down. I look at each other for the sake of my son's good life."

(End of this chapter)