The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

The little beggar Di Yun took Zheng Hai into another street and came to an old gentleman's fortune-telling stall.

This fortune teller's booth is a bit special, not like the kind of fortune teller booth that Zheng Hai has seen in TV dramas before. There are no banners with words such as "hanging pots to help the world" or "fortune telling", and there are no books on the table such as fortune telling and gossip.

With his eyes closed, the old fortune teller sat behind a table covered with coarse cloth and a wooden stool was placed in front of it.

Zheng Hai pointed to the fortune teller and asked the little beggar Di Yun

: "He is Mr. Yuan?" The little beggar nodded and replied: "Well, Mr. Yuan is the most famous fortune teller in the neighborhood, and he can calculate accurately!"

An old man with a Chinese face in a Taoist uniform opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Hai and asked, "Are you looking for an old man to tell fortunes?" Zheng Hai looked at

the old man carefully, this old man looked about fifty years old. He said to the old fortune teller, "Mr. Yuan, why are you pretending to be an old fortune teller

?" "Do you know the old man?" The fortune teller's eyes were bright.

Zheng Haidao: "Since you want to pretend to be a fortune teller, why don't you pretend to be some? Why don't you hang a banner of hanging a pot to help the world or fortune telling

?" "The old man is only for the face of the destined person

, not for money, why do you need to do this?" Zheng Hai said again: "Mr. Yuan, I am looking for you, not to see you acting." I want to ask you, do you know where Ma Huan went? It's the person who saved you with me, his name is Ma Huan..."

Old Mr. Yuan looked at Zheng Hai seriously, and said, "This little brother, when did you save the old man with others?"

"Not long ago! It should be before I got sick..."

"Old man, although I don't know who Ma Huan you are talking about, but the old man knows a little brother surnamed Ma. You and I are destined, you sit down.

Zheng Hai immediately came to his senses when he heard this, and hurriedly asked: "Where is he now? Did he also participate in the filming of costume dramas?"

Mr. Yuan looked at Zheng Hai suspiciously, and Xiao Diyun hurriedly stepped forward and whispered in Mr. Yuan's ear: "Sir, our helper has had a fever for three days and three nights in a row, and he always talks confused words after waking up. I think he burned out his brain, Mr

. Yuan, don't mind..."Old Mr. Yuan understood, nodded, looked at

Zheng Hai again, and asked: "Do you remember your name?" "My name is

Zheng Hai, I forgot to tell you..." "Do you remember the eight characters of your birthday?" Mr. Yuan asked Zheng Hai, and when he didn't answer, he said, "Do you remember your birth date

?" "Does this have anything to do with me looking for Ma Huan?" Zheng Hai looked at Mr. Yuan suspiciously, not knowing what the use of him asking this, after thinking about it, he replied: "I was born in April 1999.

"What year is this 1999?" Xiao

Diyun lightly pointed to his head and said, "Sir, we help him here... Don't mind

!" "Okay then!" Mr. Yuan continued: "I look at your face—Yin Tang is wide, Yin is open and eyebrows are beautiful, your ears and eyes are clear, and you have the appearance of honor, and you will definitely soar in the future." But the word 'sea' in the name of the little brother is the fate of your life. The old man will give you two verses - 'Die by the sea, live to the sea'.

Zheng Hai said: "You fortune teller pretend to be presentable! There is a sea character in my name, and you say that I 'died because of the sea and was born to the sea.'" Then let me ask you, isn't it a contradiction to die because of the sea and how to live to the sea?"

Mr. Yuan, the fortune teller, disagreed, and said: "The so-called 'water can carry a boat and can also overturn a boat' is not a contradiction. "

Then why did you die because of the sea, and why did you live to the sea?" Zheng Hai then asked.

Mr. Yuan said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed.

"If that's the case, I'll tell fortunes." Zheng Hai scoffed, he was very unconvinced, and continued: "Let me ask you, what is your name?"

Mr. Yuan touched his beard, disagreed, and replied: "Old man, surnamed Yuan, with a single name..."

You, the word Tingyu, the name Liuzhuang layman, gave birth to a son named Yuan Zhongche, and most of the clansmen died in the military disaster at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Isn't that right

?" "Little friend, have you investigated the old man?" The fortune teller Yuan Hui was a little surprised.

Zheng Hai looked at Mr. Yuan with a surprised expression, and said secretly in his heart: This expression is really similar, even you are so professional? Could it be that shipwreck rescue is also a drill? This is too realistic...

Zheng Hai continued: "I also know that you studied art in Luojia Mountain overseas, and you are famous for your art of encountering people, and you are the author of the book "Liuzhuang Xiangfa". How about it

, you can't pretend this time!" The fortune teller Yuan Hui was greatly surprised, and said in shock: "How did you know that the old man became a man in Luojia Mountain? How did you know that the old man was writing a book of physiognomy?"

Zheng Hai secretly admired, and said in his heart: I can really pretend! I have said so, you still pretend with me! You are so thick-skinned, so improvised, you really didn't choose the wrong person to play

the fortune teller!" However, the title of this book "Liuzhuang Xiangfa" is good!" The fortune teller Yuan Hui said to himself. He was a little curious, and asked Zheng Haidao: "Could it be that you are also proficient in channel art, Daoyou, do you have a nickname?" "

I also know that you were born in 1335 and died in 1410 at the age of 76. Am I more like a fortune teller than you?" Zheng Hai stared at Mr. Yuan to see how he pretended.

The fortune teller Yuan Heng suddenly stood up from his seat and said in surprise: "You said that the old man lived seventy and six, and he was named Taichang Shaoqing after his death?"

The little beggar stepped forward again and pulled the fortune teller's clothes, pointed to his head, and whispered: "Mr. Yuan, our helper has a problem here, don't believe what he said..."

Mr. Yuan stretched out a hand to stop the little beggar and prevent him from continuing. He looked respectful, and asked Zheng Haidao: "Ask Daoyou, is this 1335

the third year of the Yuan Dynasty?" Zheng Hai sighed and replied: "You can really pretend! 1335, according to the historical era, is the third year of the Yuan Dynasty, and it can also be called the first year of the Yuan Dynasty. The

fortune teller Yuan Heng was shocked, his eyes flashed, and he hurriedly asked: "What year is 1410?"

Zheng Hai got up slowly and said to the little beggar: "Xiaoyun, this Mr. Yuan is too good at pretending, it's really tiring to talk to him, do you still have anything to eat?" Xiao Diyun hurriedly said

: "Yes! Brother Hai, I also took one more at the baked cake stall just now, and I gave it to you!"

"Yongle eight years?" The fortune teller Yuan Heng read silently, and when he saw Zheng Hai get up, he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "May I ask Daoyou, which dynasty is the emperor's year name of this Yongle?"

"I've convinced you! Don't pretend, okay! You don't even know how to play a fortune teller, do you dare to play a fortune teller? You don't understand history, you are embarrassed to come out and mix! You really can!" Zheng

Hai was angry and speechless, he was really conquered by Mr. Yuan's "acting skills".

Zheng Hai took the baked cake handed over by Xiao Diyun, rolled his eyes at Mr. Yuan, took a bite of the baked cake fiercely, and ignored Mr. Yuan.

The fortune teller Yuan Heng was said by Zheng Hai, and his face showed embarrassment and shame.

He straightened the folds of the clothes on his body with his hands, clasped his hands into fists, bowed and saluted, and said solemnly: "Fellow Daoist... Sir, please Mr. Zheng do not hesitate to give advice! The old man really does not know which dynasty Yongle is the name of the emperor. Is it the current era name of His Majesty?"

Zheng Hai ate the baked cake and ignored it. He turned his back and continued to nibble on the baked cakes, without even looking at Mr. Yuan.

The fortune teller Yuan Hui followed Zheng Hai to the other side, and bowed again: "Sir, please tell the old man

!" Zheng Hai swallowed a mouthful of baked cakes, looked at Mr. Yuan with some disdain, shook his head and said: "Hey! I have served you! Don't you really know which dynasty Yongle

is?" "I really don't know!"

Zheng Hai had an idea and said: "Then you tell me first, you said that you know a friend surnamed Ma, where is that person now?"

"Mr. Hui, he's in Qingshou Temple. The fortune teller Yuan Heng replied respectfully.

Zheng Hai said to the little beggar Di Yun: "Xiaoyun, do you know where

the Qingshou Temple is?" The little beggar nodded and said, "I know! The Qingshou Temple is not far from here, and many of the brothers in our gang are near the Qingshou Temple, so we can ask them for help."

Zheng Hai said to Di Yun: "Let's go, go to Qingshou Temple." The

fortune teller Yuan Heng hurriedly asked: "Sir, you haven't told Lao Yu yet, which dynasty

is Yongle the name of the dynasty?" "Yongle is the name of Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty.

When the fortune teller Yuan Heng heard the word "Zhu Di", he was shocked, and he was stunned for a while, standing still.

Zheng Hai stuffed the last large piece of baked cake in his hand into his mouth, took the little beggar's hand and was about to leave.

When leaving, he turned around and said with a little choked: "You, your acting skills are first-class, but this historical common sense needs to be strengthened." If you don't understand the historical knowledge, take a little longer. Otherwise, the next time the director asks you to meet Zhu Di, then you will be in trouble!"

The fortune teller Yuan Heng was stunned for a while before reacting. Hearing the second half of what Zheng Hai said, he was shocked again, and hurriedly said: "What Mr. teaches is that what he teaches is, what he teaches is!"

Zheng Hai thought about it, swallowed the baked cake in his mouth, and asked again with a hiccup: "Do you know the guide... Where is he?

" The fortune teller bowed again and replied, "He is also at Qingshou Temple." He is the abbot of Qingshou Temple, and his apprentice should be Mr. Ma who is looking for him.

After seeing Zheng Hai and the little beggar leave, the fortune teller Yuan Heng's mood could not be calmed down for a long time, and he kept muttering to himself: "This is a strange person... This person is also a strange person! This person can actually calculate the future! No, I want to go to Qingshou Temple to talk to my old friends..."

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Note

: "Taichang Shaoqing": The official name, which was first established in the Northern Wei Dynasty, was called Taichang Temple Shaoqing in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and was followed through the dynasties until the end of the Qing Dynasty. Taichang Temple and Dali Temple, Guanglu Temple, Taifu Temple. Honglu Temple is also known as the "Five Temples". Taichang Temple is responsible for the etiquette of the temple, and the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple is the fourth official rank in the Ming Dynasty.

"Yongle": The name of Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, began from 1403 (the first year of Yongle) to 1424 (the twenty-second year of Yongle).