Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 6 Panic, Panic

When he got closer, Wei Yi discovered that this small tea stand was actually a family business.

There was a whole family of people sitting in this small tea stand, but at this moment, they all had sad faces.

"Oh oh oh..."

"Good baby, don't cry, don't cry~"

A very young woman is comforting a child in her arms.

However, no matter how comforting or teasing they are, this child is crying loudly.

Look at that kid.

Just a little over a year old.

If it was just ordinary crying, the family would not have to worry so much.

At this moment, even Wei Yi could tell that the child's crying was not normal, and his voice became very harsh.

There is a feeling of qi deficiency.

"The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper?"

"May I ask for a cup of tea?"

Wei Yi walked in, and opened his mouth to beg for a glass of water.

Not to mention, after walking around the city for a while, he was really thirsty.

"Huh? Master Dao?"

The old man sitting in the stall was the first to stand up, and was very surprised to see Wei Yi's Taoist robe.

"Master Dao, please wait a moment."

"The old man will pour you a cup of tea to quench your thirst."

After finishing speaking, the old man lifted the teapot with the long spout in his hand, poured a cup of tea and brought it over.

After taking a sip of tea, Wei Yi asked:

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"I don't know why the old man is worried?"

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the tea stand?"

As soon as Wei Yi said this, the old man in front of him couldn't help but sigh:

"Hey~, if it's just a matter of business, then that's fine."

"Although our family is not considered a wealthy family, it is the happiest thing for our family to have a house in Pingyang City."

"What's more, it's also close to the commercial street. Occasionally, a few people come to drink tea, which is enough for us to eat."

"The problem is, this is not a business problem, but a problem with the children at home!"

The old man was very sad, and because Wei Yi came, he seemed to have one more person to vent, so he said a few more words.

"Oh?"

"Is it the question of crying?"

Wei Yi asked in surprise.

Hearing Wei Yi say this, the old man sighed again:

"Oh~, what a crime!"

"Since the night before yesterday, my eldest grandson has been crying, no matter what kind of comfort it is."

"I've been crying all the time and I'm bored, and I'm going to stop crying when I faint."

"We also went to see the doctor. The child has no physical problems, so we can only prescribe some sedative medicine to delay it."

"If things go on like this for a long time, what can we do? Our old Liu's family has only been passed down for three generations."

"If the incense is cut off in my generation, how can I explain to my ancestors after I go down!"

The old man slapped his thighs and his face was full of sorrow.

Moreover, the men and the old woman in the small stall heard it and kept sighing.

"Oh? Started crying the night before yesterday?"

"I don't know if the old man can let Pindao take a look. Pindao understands a little bit about people, so maybe he can see a thing or two."

Wei Yi didn't dare to talk too much, but let alone, he really remembered one of the cases his father told him.

"Huh? The Taoist priest wants to see it?"

"Ni'er, hurry up, bring Xiaobao here quickly, and let the Taoist chief take a look, Xiaobao is saved!"

The old man quickly called the woman who was coaxing the child over.

People are old and refined, at this age, the eyelashes are all empty, so how could they not hear what Wei Yi said.

"Slow down, slow down, the old man doesn't have to be so anxious, the child is too young to handle it."

Seeing the old man so excited, Wei Yi repeatedly tried to persuade him.

at last.

The woman's child came over, and Wei Yi also opened his eyes and waited.

The way of luck is broad and profound.

Although he can't achieve the legendary view of everything at once, he can still see some strange things.

For example, there is a trace of light gray on the pillar of light of the childish luck in front of him.

If you are not sick.

Then it can only be frightened or in other words, it has encountered the collision evil that has always been legendary in the folk.

"I see!"

"Since this is the case, then the poor can give it a try. I hope the old man will prepare the Four Treasures of the Study."

With confidence in his heart, Wei Yi quickly asked the old man to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study for him.

As soon as Wei Yi said that.

The face of the old man was full of surprises, and he hurriedly started to search for things:

"Wait a moment, Daoist, wait a moment, Daoist."

"That's all ready."

While rummaging through things, he also directed his family to search in the house.

"Over there...over there...there's an ink block over there."

"exactly……"

For a while, there was a little mess in the small tea stand.

The four treasures of the study are not cheap, and most people can't afford them, so they are naturally stored separately, and they are the bottom of the box.

"Master, everything is ready."

"Also ask the Taoist priest to order."

All the four treasures of the study were ready, and the old man looked at Wei Yi expectantly.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Yi took the small piece of raw-edged paper on the table, and spun it on the child's forehead three times.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the brush and wrote a line.

After writing.

He blew on the ink, and waited for the ink on the paper to dry before he folded the paper.

"The old man has collected it."

"You take out two pennies, and then put the two pennies in this piece of paper, and ask your son to put the things on the road where scholars often pass by."

"Let him watch from the side. When someone picks up this piece of paper and accepts the two cents, he can come back."

"After finishing it this morning, the child will stop crying at noon and night."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi put down the tea that he had already drunk, and then walked slowly towards the distance.

Looking at the back of Wei Yi leaving.

The old man squeezed the paper in his hand vigorously, and then slapped his son Liu Hao hard on the head:

"What stupidity?"

"Why don't you hurry up and do what the Taoist priest said?"

Liu Hao was slapped, and his face was full of dissatisfaction, but seeing that it was his father who slapped him, he had to give in.

Holding the piece of paper and still having two pennies, he ran towards the distant street.

The street next to it is Calligraphy and Painting Street, where there are often scholars and celebrities passing by.

So, he put the two-text wallet on the paper, and put it in the most obvious place on the road.

Just at this time.

An old man wearing a tall scribe's hat walked over among a group of young people.

A group of people walked and chatted, and they looked like people who had read poetry and books.

"Old Qian..."

Immediately afterwards, the old man seemed to have discovered something, and picked up the piece of paper on the ground under Liu Hao's burning eyes.

"Oh? This is..."

The old man looked very interested.

When he picked it up, he saw the two coins wrapped in the paper.

After taking out the money, a line of words was written on the front of the piece of paper:

"The sky is panic-stricken. There is a crying man in my house. A passing gentleman will take a look and sleep until dawn."

See here.

The old man smiled knowingly, and solemnly put the two coins into his sleeve pocket, then folded the origami paper, and put it in the same way.

Liu Hao breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh~"

Finally someone picked it up.

So he hurriedly ran to the back, and as soon as he ran to the street, he heard the loud laughter of his old father in his yard.

"OK OK."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"The Taoist priest is really a god!"

(End of this chapter)