(PS: The collection and recommendation tickets have not exceeded 1,000 so far. Have you forgotten the pure wolf?)

Linqing City is still so prosperous. It was almost noon, and the streets were still crowded with tourists and crowded with people. There were long rows of stalls on both sides of the street, and there were all kinds of merchants, which were just a prosperous scene. However, this scene was seen, for Master Zhang, it felt a different feeling. "If you don't think of a way to save the Ming Dynasty, then in a few years, the Manchus will come in and kill the bones in the wild, and there will be no rooster crowing thousands of miles away. - Originally, these people were killed and killed. If they were killed on my head, it would be a big trouble."

"Young Master, you must go out shopping, where will we go?" Zhang Shitou asked. The eldest master Zhang put the chun Palace fan together, clapped his palm with the handle of the fan and said, "Look for fortune teller, please take a closer look for the young master. That fortune teller is the most lively in the fortune teller stall, let's go there."

"Fortune telling? Young Master, have you never believed in those things?" Zhang Shitou found that he was becoming increasingly unpredictable to Master Zhang, who grew up wearing open-crotch pants since childhood. However, Zhang Shitou was the closest and trusted servant of our Master Zhang after all. Although he didn't understand the Master's intention, he still respectfully followed the orders, turned his eyes with Master Zhang, and searched for fortune tellers all over the streets.

There is a canal dock in Linqing City. The market is prosperous. There are naturally many fortune tellers who have the signs of Living Banxian and a certain iron-mouthed one on the street. There are many good business people. So not long after, Mr. Zhang glanced at a fortune teller under the guise of Xie Banxian. Mainly, there were a lot of people around Xie Banxian's stall, which looked like the fortune teller who concluded that he could pass the top scorer in his memory. After probably having some clarity in his heart, Mr. Zhang pushed the crowd away and came to the Xie Banxian stall, but did not take the initiative to speak, preparing to wait for Xie Banxian to say that - "Oh! This guy, you have both eyebrows and eyes, and you can be a pillar of the country. If you go to Beijing to take the exam, you will definitely win."

"Oh!" Xie Banxian screamed indeed. Master Zhang was surprised and then happy, thinking that was the story of Zhang Haogu was true? He never thought that Xie Banxian continued: "Isn't this Young Master Zhang? The young master came to the stall today, do you want to calculate marriage or fortune?"

"No, isn't this?" Master Zhang's joy suddenly flew outside the Jiuxiaoyun, but Master Zhang refused to give up and said coldly: "No, I want to calculate the future. You can calculate for the young master. Master, I will go to Beijing to take the exam this time, can I pass the top scorer?"

Before Master Zhang finished his words, the Linqing people present could not help laughing, but were afraid that Master Zhang's power would not dare to laugh in person. Zhang Shitou and Xie Banxian opened their mouths wide and did not dare to say a word for a long time. However, Master Zhang was mentally prepared. Seeing Xie Banxian's appearance, he felt confident and quickly expelled himself and said, "Don't worry, Master, I saw that a few days ago, a juren who went to Beijing to take the exam every day passed by Linqing, so I joked - how? Is the business good recently?"

"Thank you for the good fortune of the young master, the business is pretty good." Xie Banxian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "If you want to ask about marriage and fortune, please just say it." Zhang Shitou was disappointed and too lazy to talk nonsense. He directly took Zhang Shitou and turned around and left. Before he walked far, a huge ridicule sounded behind him. He could vaguely hear people laughing and saying, "I don't even know my name, and I want to take the top scorer at the dock the day before yesterday and haven't woken up yet?" Even Zhang Shitou whispered beside him: "Young Master, you are so joking--Who in Linqing City knows that you have never studied since you were a child and can't even write your own name. What's the top scorer at the exam?"

"Who said I can't write my own name? Young Master, I can write the three words Zhang Haogu in simplified Chinese!" Master Zhang muttered in great depression, shook his fan again, and shouted to Zhang Shitou who was smirking on the side: "Shitou, go, continue to find the next fortune teller."

There was a clown in front of Xie Banxian. Master Zhang learned a lot and was much more obedient. He wouldn't ask those fortune tellers directly if they could pass the top scorer. Instead, he recalled the story of Zhang Haogu's third-level promotion. He tried his luck with fortune tellers on the streets. Whenever he encountered a fortune teller, he would always turn three times and wait for the fortune teller to appear. But the same thing was said, the reputation of his ex-Master Zhang was too famous in Linqing City. Almost everyone knew that Master Zhang was ignorant, and fortune tellers were not fools. Of course, they would not make things boring. They would definitely be the top scorer in high school in this subject. So Master Zhang and Zhang Shitou's four legs were almost broken, but no fortune teller said to our Master Zhang, "Oh! This guy, you have both eyebrows and your eyes are so dazzling..."

After wandering around for more than an hour, Mr. Zhang, who had been spoiled for two lifetimes, gradually couldn't bear it anymore. He looked for a bridge pier in Linqing City and sat down. While shaking his fan, he was thinking, "Is that Zhang Haogu's story a fictional story? Otherwise, why didn't the fortune teller who said I would pass the top scorer in the exam? Or it was not yet time, but today is the 26th day of the first lunar month, and the examination is about to begin. If it doesn't appear, I will not even have time to arrive in the capital? Damn, is the story of Zhang Haogu in crosstalk all fake? There is only a local rich master named Zhang Haogu in history, and there is nothing to be promoted to the third level at all?"

Master Zhang was in a bad mood, but Zhang Shitou, who was shopping with Master Zhang, was not tactful and came up to ask, "Master, didn't you tell me about it today? After finding so many fortune tellers, why didn't you ask and just wander around their stall?" Master Zhang was upset, shaking his fan and was too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Shitou, but Zhang Shitou stepped closer and asked with concern: "Master, the doctor said that you were injured in your brain. Could it be because of this? Otherwise, I'll send you to the doctor's place to see it?"

"Get out, don't bother me." Master Zhang was in a very bad mood and raised his leg and kicked Zhang Shitou. Although Master Zhang and Zhang Shitou grew up together and did not use much strength to this kick, in order to relieve Master Zhang, Zhang Shitou still took more than ten steps in an exaggerated manner, shouting, "Ouch, Master, your martial arts are getting higher and higher, you are about to be young..." Before Zhang Shitou's flattery, Zhang Shitou suddenly felt that his butt had hit something, and a scream like a pig slaughtering sounded, "Ouch! Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

"Shi Niang, hit you gently, why are you howling? Want to quarrel?" Zhang Shitou knew that he didn't get into it, so he cursed and turned around to see the situation without caring. But when he saw it, Zhang Shitou was stunned. It turned out that the man was very thin, less than three feet tall, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, and three-pointed monkey cheeks were not like humans and seven-pointed ghosts. At first glance, almost a macaque was no different - to be precise, he looked like a Shandong celebrity Wu Dalang. So although Zhang Shitou's collision was not heavy, he hit him with four legs. Zhang Shitou had no choice but to go up and support the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and apologized politely: "Sir, I'm really sorry, I didn't see you just now, you didn't fall?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The sharp-mouthed monkey cheek was reasonable. Seeing that Zhang Shitou was arrogant and respectful at first, he did not continue to pursue the matter. He waved his hand and stood up. Until now, our eldest master Zhang and Zhang Shitou found that the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek was holding a fortune teller's guise. In addition to drawing a gossip, there were three words "Song Tiezui" written on it - two of these three traditional characters are the same as simplified characters, so Mr. Zhang also read it and understood it.

"Huh? Could it be that he is the fortune teller I was destined to tell the fortune teller?" Master Zhang was extremely disappointed and became turbulent again. However, Song Tiezui, who had a sharp mouth and monkey cheek, didn't even look at him. He turned around and helped an old man with white hair onto the bridge, and walked straight past Master Zhang. Master Zhang was angry and cursed inwardly that he was about to go home for dinner. However, Song Tiezui and the old man stood next to a wooden stake, pointing to the wooden stake used to build the bridge, and muttered mysteriously in the old man's ear.

"What are you doing?" Master Zhang was extremely curious and carefully leaned over and eavesdropped. He vaguely heard Song Tiezui whisper: "Old man, you can go to the craftsmen who built the bridge to help them put the talisman with your son's name on the top of this wooden stake. In this way, the craftsmen can only take away the spirit of your unfilial son who beat me. After ten days of knocking, your unfilial son will..."

"Call the soul!" Master Zhang woke up. The former Master Zhang's memory once said that the witchcraft of the world in this era had a magical technique. By practicing the victim's name, hair and clothing, the victim could get sick or even die, and steal the victim's soul and energy to use it for himself. Today, Song Tiezui asked the old man to post his son's name and talisman on the bridge stake, which was clearly called a soul technique. Thinking of this, our Master Zhang was angry and thought that you were a liar in the world, and he didn't come to tell the fortune of the young master that I passed the top scorer, but went to cheat a poor old man. His conscience was even darker than me. I insisted on letting you taste it later!

"Living god, you teach me how to do this. What if my son really dies?" asked the old white-haired man crying. Song Tie replied with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as your son truly reforms and is kind, and respects you and your wife, burn the other talisman I gave you to ashes and drink it in water, and he will be cured as before."

"Living immortal, what a living immortal." The old man with white hair thanked him deeply, and then said goodbye and left cryingly. Master Zhang did not say anything until the old man walked away. Master Zhang, who was in a very unhappy mood, rushed up to stop Song Tie's mouth, first knocked his head with the handle of the fan, grabbed his collar, and said grimly: "What a demon, you dare to use the soul-calling magic technique in our Linqing City to instigate your father to harm your son? Let's go to the yamen with the young master!" Zhang Shitou, who had been wearing a pair of pants with Master Zhang since childhood, understood it and shouted: "It's okay if you don't want to go to the yamen - take the hush money!"

"You guy, have you heard it?" Song Tiezui was beaten but was calm and asked in a foreign accent. Master Zhang smiled treacherously and said, "So what if you hear it? Shi Tou, come and help me catch this demon in the yamen."

Zhang Shitou agreed and came over and wanted to mention Song Tiezui. He never thought that Song Tiezui said again: "Wait, brother, please listen to Song finish the whole story first?" Master Zhang snorted coldly: "What are you saying? I don't believe me, young master. Can you tell me a flower?"

"Brother, do you know why the old man just now called him the soul of his own son?" Song Tiezui smiled and said, "Because his only son is in his twenties, he is still idle all day long, eating, drinking, gamble, and doing all kinds of evil."

"What's wrong? Young Master, I'm not the same?" asked Master Zhang with confidence. Song Tiezui smiled and said, "Brother, your family allows you to play like this. - Not to mention, the chun Palace fan of Tang Bohu in your hand can be enough for one or two families to eat and drink for the rest of their lives. Can the old man make a living by farming? What's more, his son abused his parents. Yesterday, because he didn't ask for money from his mother to gamble, he picked up a stick and beat his mother. Can you do such a thing? So what if such a son hurts him once or twice?"

Master Zhang thought it was true. Although he had been sore and pus in his head and feet had been blown away from his feet for two years, he had never done anything to abuse his parents. The old man raised such a son and should have taught him a lesson. However, Master Zhang refused to give up and asked Song Tiezui viciously: "Even if that's the case, can you ask the old man to turn his unworthy son to the yamen?"

"Brother, things are not simple." Song Tiezui said with a smile: "If he directly twisted his son to the yamen and beat dozens of boards to release him, his son would not hate his parents even more?" Speaking of this, Song Tiezui sighed and smiled bitterly: "Besides, this guy, do you really believe that there is a soul magic in the world? Even if there is, I won't."

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment and asked again: "Then are you lying to that old man?"

Song Tiezui shook his head and explained with a smile: "Actually, I just want to scare the old man's unfilial son. After the old man used the talisman, I will go to his son's ears to let his son know about this. People in the world believe in ghosts and gods. After his son knew about this, he would be scared to be sick even if he was not sick. I would give him an idea to let his son go home to be filial to his parents, beg his parents for forgiveness, and remove the evil magic from him. Maybe he could take this opportunity to make his son correct his mistakes and treat his parents kindly from now on. This is the long-term plan."

Hearing this, Master Zhang couldn't help but admire Song Tiezui. This tactful method of persuading good deeds is indeed more effective. After understanding this, Master Zhang let go of Song Tiezui's collar and snorted: "You are a little smart, but if you dare to lie to me, Master, I will definitely let you sit in prison!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Song has done this again and again." Song Tiezui replied with a smile. Master Zhang snorted coldly before shouting to Zhang Shitou: "Shitou, go, let's go home for dinner."

At this point, it should have disappeared, but it was broken that Song Tiezui was also ready to leave time. Suddenly, he touched the head that was beaten out by Master Zhang. Song Tiezui was immediately angry, thinking that you are really cruel to attack, and you knocked your head randomly regardless of good or evil, and almost broke the head of Master Song! No, you have to suffer a little! Thinking of this, Song Tiezui hurriedly greeted Master Zhang: "Brother, please stay, Song has a word to offer?"

"What's the matter?" Master Zhang turned around and asked lazily. Song Tiezui said with a smile: "Brother, I see that you have bright eyebrows and beautiful eyes. You can be a pillar of the country. If you go to Beijing to take the exam, you will definitely win."

"What did you say?" Master Zhang was struck by lightning - this passage was related to Master Zhang's future and destiny. Master Zhang reviewed it in his memory for more than a hundred times, but now a destined fortune teller said this in front of Master Zhang. Master Zhang still felt his breathing pause, his heart beating almost popped out of his chest, and only one thought was left in his mind, "Is that story true? Can I really be a master?"

"The demon named Song, what are you talking nonsense?" Zhang Shitou was unhappy and thought to himself that the young master went to Beijing to take the exam. The young master didn't know a word, so what should he take? But just as Zhang Shitou was about to settle the score with this nonsense Song Tiezui, our eldest master Zhang suddenly pushed him away and asked Song Tiezui excitedly: "You said I went to Beijing to take the exam, will I definitely win?"

"There is a chance, it's good to trick this silly boy into Beijing for nothing." Song Tiezui, who started to be slapped by Master Zhang, was secretly happy in his heart, and said in a big way: "As long as the young master comes to Beijing, I guarantee you to be the top three. If you want to be the winner, I will drink your wedding wine."

"Okay, I'll just say this auspicious words to you. Master, I'll go to the capital for this trip." Master Zhang cleverly closed the fan, slapped the handle of the fan into his palm, and shouted, "Stone, give him two taels of silver."

"Young Master--!" Zhang Shitou howled like a pig, thinking that the young master must have something wrong with his mind. This fortune teller named Song was clearly a little bit of money. The young master actually rewarded him with silver? And it was a sky-high price of two taels of silver?

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you a reward!" Master Zhang snorted. Zhang Shitou had no choice but to take out two taels of silver as he ordered and stuffed it into the smiling Song Tiezui's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Please take it, this is our young master's reward you!" Speaking of this, Zhang Shitou lowered his voice again and said even more gritted his teeth: "If the young master doesn't come to Beijing, it doesn't matter if the two taels of silver are given to you - if our young master listens to your nonsense and really goes to the capital, I will smash your stall in the future!"

"That's your young master who is stupid, what's the matter with me?" Song Tiezui murmured in his heart, took the money with a smile, and made up his mind. When the old man's unfilial son was cured, he would leave immediately and continue to travel around, so that Master Zhang had no place to find someone to settle the score.

"Shitou, let's go home." Finally, we found the destined fortune teller. Our Master Zhang immediately became very happy. We planned to go home and carefully think about whether we were really going to the capital. Zhang Shitou followed with a sad face. After the joyful Master Zhang walked away, Zhang Shitou ran back quickly, grabbed Song Tiezui's collar, and asked in a low voice: "Who is the surname Song, what's your name? Where are you living?"
Chapter completed!