SWORD COMES

1.4

The middle-aged man asked Chen Ping'an to wait and strode to the house. When he came back, he had a stack of envelopes in his hand, not thick or thin, about ten. After the middle-aged man handed it to Chen Ping'an, he asked, "Fools have stupid blessings, and good people have good rewards. Do you believe it or not?

Chen Ping'an took the letter in one hand, spread out his palm in the other, and blinked his eyes: "It's agreed that a letter will cost a penny."

The middle-aged man was so angry that he slapped the five copper coins prepared in advance on the palm of Chen Ping'an's hand. He waved his hand and said heroically, "I owe the remaining five cents first!"

The town is not big or small. There are more than 600 families. Chen Ping'an mostly recognizes the door of the poor people in the town. As for the rich families, the threshold is high, and the mud-legged teenagers can't step in. Chen Ping'an has not even stepped in the spacious alleys of some large families. The streets over there are covered with large chunks of bluestone slabs. On rainy days, you will never step on the mud and splash everywhere. Those bluestone slabs of excellent texture have been polished as smooth as mirrors after being trampled and crushed by people and horses and vehicles for thousands of years.

The four surnames of Lu, Li, Zhao and Song are big surnames in the small town. The township school is set up at the cost of these companies. Most of them have two or three big dragon kilns outside the city. The official residence of successive kiln supervisors is on the same street with these families.

Unfortunately, Chen Ping'an's ten letters today are almost all famous rich families in the town. This is also very reasonable. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, mice give birth to holes in the ground, and wanderers who can send letters home must have a bad family background, otherwise they will not have the confidence to go out. Among the nine letters, Chen Ping'an actually went to two places, Fulu Street and Taoye Lane. The first time he stepped on the bluestone board as big as a bed, Chen Ping'an was a little freasy and slowed down. He was a little embarrassed and couldn't help feeling that his straw shoes were dirty on the street.

The first letter sent by Chen Ping'an was the Lu family, which was given by the emperor. Chen Ping'an stood at the door, feeling more and more uneasy.

Rich families are just very particular. Not to mention the large residence of the Lu family, there are also two stone lions placed at the entrance, as tall as a person, with an overbearing momentum. Song Jixin said that these things could ward off evil and suppress evil spirits. Chen Ping'an had no idea what was meant by evil and evil spirits. He was just very curious that in the mouths of the lions as tall as a person, it seemed that there was a round and smooth stone ball. How was this carved?

Chen Ping'anqiang resisted the impulse to touch the stone ball. He walked up the steps and knocked on the head of the bronze lion door. Soon, a young man opened the door and walked out. When he heard that he was here to deliver the letter, he was expressionless. He grabbed the corner of the envelope with his fingers. After taking the family letter, he closed the door with the painted statue of the God of Wealth and turned around and walked into the house quickly.

After that, Chen Ping'an's delivery process was also so ordinary. There is a house with a reputation on the corner of Taoye Lane. It was a kind-hearted little old man who opened the door. After putting away the letter, he said with a smile, "Young man, thank you for your hard work. Would you like to come in for a rest and drink some hot water?

Chen Ping'an smiled shyly, shook his head, and ran away.

The dwarf old man gently put the letter into his sleeve. He was not in a hurry to go back to the house, but looked up into the distance with turbid eyes. Finally, the eyes looked from high to low, from far to near, staring at the peach trees on both sides of the street. The seemingly old and dizzy little old man squeezed out a smile and turned away.

Before long, a cute little yellow finch stopped at the peach branch, and its beak was tender and chirped gently.

The last letter Chen Ping'an needed to be sent to the teacher who taught in the countryside, passing by a fortune-telling stall. The young Taoist in an old Taoist robe sat upright at the table. He wore a high crown, which was like a blooming lotus flower.

When the young Taoist saw Chen Ping'an running fast, he quickly said, "Young man, don't miss it when you pass by. Draw a lot. The poor Tao will help you count the gossip, which can help you predict good or bad luck." Chen Ping'an did not stop, but turned his head and waved his hand.

The young Taoist still did not give up. He leaned forward and raised his voice: "Young man, in the past, the poor Taoists had to charge ten cents for the signatures. Today, I will make an exception and only charge you three cents! Of course, if you draw a sign, you might as well add one more penny of happy money; if you are lucky, you will only charge you five cents. How about it?

Chen Ping's footsteps in the distance obviously stopped for a moment. The young Taoist has got up quickly, hit the iron while it was hot, and said loudly, "In the morning, you are the first guest of the young man. If you are poor, you can do it to the end. As long as you sit down and draw lots, you can write some yellow paper runes, which can help you pray for your ancestors and accumulate. Yin De. With the ability of poverty, I dare not say that it must make people invest in a rich and noble child, but if you want to say that you will get one or two more blessings, you can finally try it.

Chen Ping'an was stunned, turned back suspiciously, and sat on the bench in front of the stall.

A simple Taoist priest, a shabby teenager, two small and poor bastards, sitting opposite each other.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand with a smile and motioned Chen Ping'an to pick up the signature tube. Chen Ping'an hesitated and suddenly said, "I don't draw lots. Can you just help me write a yellow paper rune?"

In Chen Ping'an's memory, it seems that this young Taoist who has been in the town for at least five or six years, but his appearance has not changed. He is kind to everyone. He usually helps people touch the bones, calculates and draw lots, and occasionally writes letters on behalf of others.Interestingly, the drawer on the table is surrounded by 108 bamboo sticks. Over the years, the men and women in the small town have drawn lots. No one has drawn the upper lot, nor one shakes out a next drawer from the drawer, as if there were a whole hundred and eight drawers. In the middle of the draw, there is no bad.Therefore, if it is the Spring Festival, purely to please the lottery, the people of the small town spend ten cents, and it can also accept it. If they really encounter trouble, no one will be willing to come here to be a big trouble. If this young Taoist is a complete liar, he also wronged him. The town is so big. If you really could only pretend to be a ghost and cheat, you would have been kicked out long ago. Therefore, the skills of this young Taoist are definitely not in the two aspects of skill and unsigning. On the contrary, there are some minor diseases and minor disasters. Many people drink a bowl of Taoist rune water, which will soon recover, which is quite effective.