The town is not big or small, with more than 600 families. Chen Ping'an mostly recognizes the rich families with wealthy families. As for the high threshold, the mud-legged teenagers cannot step into it. Chen Ping'an has never even stepped on some spacious alleys with large families. The streets there are mostly covered with large pieces of bluestone slabs. On rainy days, mud will never be splashed everywhere. Those bluestone slabs with excellent texture have been rubbed as smooth as a mirror after being trampled by people and vehicles for thousands of years.

The four surnames of Lu, Li, Zhao and Song are big surnames in the town. The town school is the money paid by these families. Most of them have two or three Dalong kilns outside the city. The official residences that served as the chief official of the kiln affairs were on the same street as these families.

Unfortunately, the ten letters Chen Ping'an was going to send today were almost all famous wealthy households in the town, which was reasonable. The dragon gave birth to dragons and phoenixes, the rat gave birth to a hole in the ground, and the wanderers who could send letters to go home must have a good family background, otherwise they would not have the confidence to go out for a long trip. Among the nine letters, Chen Ping'an actually went to two places, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. When he stepped on the bluestone slab as big as a bed for the first time, the boy was a little nervous and slowed down. He felt a little ashamed and could not help but feel that his straw sandals were dirty on the street.

The first letter Chen Ping'an sent was when his ancestors received a jade gift from Ruyi from the Emperor. When the boy stood at the door, he became increasingly nervous.

The rich families pay more attention to it. Not only is the Lu family's house big, there are two stone lions at the door, waiting for the person to be tall and arrogant. Song Jixin said that this thing can avoid evil and suppress evil. Chen Ping'an didn't know what evil is at all. He was just curious about the lion who was waiting for the person to be tall and there seemed to be a round stone ball in his mouth. How was this carved? Chen Ping'an resisted the urge to touch the stone ball, walked up the steps, and knocked the head of the bronze lion's door. Soon a young man opened the door and walked out. When he heard that he was here to deliver the letter, the man had no expression on his face. He twisted a corner of the envelope with his fingers, took the letter from his family, and then turned around and walked into the house quickly, closing the door with a painted statue of the God of Wealth.

After that, the boy's delivery process was so dull. There was a family with a reputation in the corner of Taoye Lane. The person who opened the door was a kind-hearted and short old man. After putting away the letter, he smiled and said, "Young man, thank you for your hard work. Do you want to come in and take a rest and have a drink of hot water?"

The boy smiled shyly, shook his head, and ran away.

The old man gently put the letter of family into his sleeve, and did not rush back to the courtyard. He looked up and looked into the distance, his vision was turbid.

Finally, my eyes stared at the peach trees on both sides of the street, from high to low, from far to near, and looked like a silly old man, and then I squeezed out a hint of laughter.

The old man turned around and left.

Not long after, a cute little orchid stopped at the branch of the peach tree, and his beak was still tender and hissed gently.

The last letter Chen Ping'an needed to send to the teacher who taught in the village school. During this period, he passed by a fortune telling stall. He was a young Taoist priest in an old Taoist robe. He stood upright behind the table. He wore a high crown on his head, like a blooming lotus.

When the young Taoist saw the young man running quickly, he quickly greeted: "Young man, don't miss it when you pass by. Come and draw a lottery. I will help you calculate a fortune and fortune, which can help you predict good and bad luck."

Chen Ping'an did not stop, but turned his head and waved his hand.

The Taoist still did not give up, leaned forward, raised his voice, "Young man, in the past, I had to charge ten cents for someone to explain the lottery. Today I will break the example and only charge you three cents! Of course, if you draw a lottery, you might as well add another one more happy money. If you are lucky enough, you are the lottery, then I will only charge you five cents. How about it?"

Chen Ping'an's footsteps in the distance paused for a moment. The young Taoist had already stood up quickly and struck the iron while the iron was hot, saying loudly: "Early in the morning, young man, you are the top guest, I might as well do it to the end. As long as you sit down and draw lots, I will not hide it. I will write some yellow paper runes that can help you pray for your ancestors and accumulate good deeds. With my ability, I dare not say that I will definitely be a good fetus for a wealthy and noble person. But if you want to say that one or two more blessings, I will try it."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, turned around and returned skeptically, and sat on the bench in front of the stall.

A simple Taoist priest and a shabby boy, two paupers, sitting opposite each other.

The Taoist smiled and stretched out his hand, signaling the boy to pick up the sign.

Chen Ping'an hesitated and suddenly said, "I won't draw lots. You can only write a yellow paper rune for me. Is it okay?"

In Chen Ping'an's memory, it seems that this young Taoist who has been here here has been in the town for at least five or six years. His appearance has not changed much. He is always kind to everyone. He usually helps people touch their bones and look at their faces, tell fortunes and draw lots, and occasionally writes letters from home. What's interesting is that the table is covered with 108 bamboo sticks. Over the years, no one has drawn lots in the town, nor has anyone shaken out a lottery from the lottery, as if there is a total of 108 lottery tickets, and there is no bad lottery ticket at the top.

So if it is a holiday, people in the town can accept it by spending ten cents purely to get a good start. But when they encounter troubles, no one will be willing to come here to be a sucker. If this Taoist priest is a complete liar, it would have wronged others. The town is so big. If he only knows how to pretend to be a ghost and cheat, he would have been driven out long ago. Therefore, the skill of this young Taoist must not be about physiognomy and understanding the two things. However, there are some minor illnesses and disasters. Many people will be cured quickly after drinking a bowl of Taoist talisman water, which is quite effective.

The young Taoist shook his head and said, "I am doing things without any deception. I promised to understand the sign and add the talisman to collect you five cents."

Chen Ping'an whispered: "It's three cents."

The Taoist laughed and said, "If you draw a lottery, it will cost five cents."

Chen Ping'an made up his mind and reached for the sign. He suddenly looked up and asked, "How did the Taoist Master know that I happened to have five cents on him?"

The Taoist sits upright, "I have always been very accurate in judging from the thickness of a person's fortune and wealth."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and picked up the sign.

The Taoist smiled and said, "Young people, don't be nervous. You must always have it in your destiny. Don't force it when you have no destiny. Looking at impermanence with a normal mind is the first perfect method."

Chen Ping'an put the sign back on the table again, with a solemn expression and asked, "Master, I will give you all five cents, and I won't draw lots anymore. I just asked the Taoist priest to write the yellow paper rune better than usual. Is it OK?"

The Taoist smiled as usual, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

On the table, the pen, ink and inkstone paper had been prepared long ago. The Taoist carefully asked Chen Ping'an's parents' name, hometown, birth date, and took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, and quickly finished it and finished it in one go.

As for what he wrote, Chen Ping'an was confused.

He put down his pen and lifted the talisman paper. The young Taoist blew the ink marks, "After taking it home, the person stood inside the threshold and burned the yellow paper outside the threshold, and then he could do it."

The young man solemnly took the talisman paper and carefully treasured it. After he did not forget to put the five copper coins on the table and bow to thank him.

The young Taoist waved his hand and signaled the young man to go to work on his own affairs.

Chen Ping'an ran away to deliver the last letter.

The Taoist leaned lazily on the chair, glanced at the copper coins, bent down and reached out to hug them in front of him.

At this moment, a small and exquisite yellow bird flew from a high altitude to the table, pecked at a certain copper coin, and soon lost interest and flapped its wings and left.

"The oriole bird is about to bring flowers, but the peach blossoms are not blooming in your family."

After the Taoist read this poem leisurely, he pretended to be carefree and gently waved his sleeves, sighed: "Don't ask for one zhang in your destiny."

With this wave of sleeves, two bamboo sticks slid from the sleeves and fell to the ground. The Taoist uttered a roar and picked them up quickly. Then he looked around sneakily and found that no one was paying attention to this side for the time being. Then he felt relieved and hid the two bamboo sticks in the loose cuffs again.

The young Taoist coughed, raised his face, and continued to wait for the next guest.

He felt a little emotional, and it was indeed easier to make money from women.

In fact, the two bamboo sticks hidden in the young Taoist sleeves, one is the best sign and the other is the best sign, both of which are used to make a lot of money.

It is not worthy of being told by outsiders.

The boy naturally didn't know these mysteries and walked lightly all the way. He came outside the township school, and the nearby bamboo forest was lush and green.

Chen Ping'an slowed down, and the mellow voice of the middle-aged man sounded in the room, "The sunrise is shining, and the lamb is as soft as wet."

Then a neat and crisp tender voice sounded, "The sunrise is shining, and the lamb is as soft as wet."

Chen Ping'an looked up and saw the rising sun rising, and the gloriousness was overwhelming.

The boy was stunned and in a daze.

When he came to his senses, the school child was shaking his head and according to his teacher's request, he skillfully recited an article: "When the Waking of Insects, heaven and earth will grow, and all things will begin to flourish. Lying at night and walking early, walking widely in the courtyard, and a gentleman will walk slowly to achieve ambition..."

Chen Ping'an stood at the entrance of the school, but he stopped talking.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar with slightly frosted temples turned around and walked out of the house gently.

Chen Ping'an handed the letter out with both hands and said respectfully: "This is a letter from Mr.

After taking the envelope, the tall man in blue shirt took the envelope and said warmly: "When there is nothing to do in the future, you can come here to listen more."

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed. After all, he might not really have time to come here to listen to this gentleman teaching, and the young man was unwilling to deceive him.

The man smiled and said understandingly: "It's okay, the truth is all in the book, but the person is outside the book. Go and do your business."

Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye and left.

After the boy ran out far away, he turned his head back by chance.
Chapter completed!