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"You are such a talent." If Ling Er had just admired his profound historical knowledge before, he would have begun to envy his proficiency.

Let me ask, who can recite old antique books like ""?

Even if there is, at most, colleges and universities are studying for academic purposes, or some people in society are self-taught, combining theory with practice, and summarizing a set of astrology suitable for Chinese people. After all, money is in other people's pockets, and it takes a little bit of a skill to take it out of their pockets.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to be criticized as a liar.

"Who can't remember the memorization? I just recite it for fun." Wen Chunhua said, "Who would have thought that this thing could still be used."

"Why would you show me a picture?" Ling Er believed it or not?

He himself is quite confused.

If you want to believe, he will be a qualified successor of socialism in the future, and feudal superstition is not allowed.

If you don't believe it, he is reborn, and he will slander many great gods such as Master Hell, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Taishang Kaitian Kaishi Yuli Hanzhen Taoism, Haotian Jade Emperor, Rain God, Feng Bo, Wugu, Zhang Tianshi and many other great gods. It is not suitable.

"What are you good at? You don't care about your lips and make trouble." Wen Chunhua only cares about fighting against the sheep bones in his hand, and didn't even look at Ling Er.

"I"

Did the dog eat this conscience?

It’s hard for Ling Er to be so nice to him!

The others laughed.

Wang Gang said, "This is accurate."

"What does it mean to be accurate or not? This is a fact. You are sitting in the pit, not to be merciless." Wen Chunhua is not polite at all.

"What about me? Look at me." Qiu Shaojie also joined in the fun.

"You?" Wen Chunhua ridiculed, "The mouse has thin teeth and can make farts."

"You are deliberately retaliating against Qiu Shaojie." It's just a stingy man. Every time you go there to eat, Qiu Shaojie will rush to eat with him.

Moreover, sometimes when Ling Er asked him to bring things back, Qiu Shaojie was unwilling to accept it.

Wen Chunhua tore off a piece of meat from his bones, so he naturally had no time to talk to him.

At noon, there were not many pedestrians on the road and there was no business in each stall.

Ling Er approached Wen Chunhua's book stall and asked, "Will you show me again?"

"You have to believe in science and not engage in feudal superstition." Wen Chunhua said righteously, "Just be happy about this thing, don't be serious."

"Yes, I just want to get a prize." Ling Er said with a smile.

"Try to get the lottery?" Wen Chunhua frowned, then shook his head and said, "You are forcing me to lie."

"Why? My life is so miserable?" Ling Er smiled on his face, and his heart was actually shaking. Could it be that he could not even be comforted in his heart?

Wen Chunhua said, "There is a shallow mantra and a small life with less blessings. A huge burden with a weak man is not in line with your situation. How free and generous you are now, how big you are, and that's that much money."

"This is in line with the facts, and it's pretty good," Ling Er breathed a sigh of relief. This is a true reflection of his current life! Isn't he carrying a heavy burden? He smiled and said, "You don't know the situation at home. I'll tell you in detail if you have time."

"I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore." Wen Chunhua waved his hand and said, "I'm young, what are you going to have to be a lucky winner."

"No." Ling Er said with a smile, "Tell the truth."

"No." Wen Chunhua looked embarrassed and joked. He was happy, but Ling Er treated him well and he could not deliberately say mean words.

But do you have to tell lies?

He has no psychological burden to deceive others, but he can't bear to be lying to Ling Er.

Why?

Because this little boy is considerate!

His own son dislikes him for being useless and cares about him!

Look, this outsider has no interest or blood relationship, and is so good to him!

What kind of spirit is this!

"Tell me." Ling Er was a little impatient, and the old guy was hesitant.

"Oh, the sign is not good. You have no support to your hair, and you have to let your parents throw your forehead into pieces," Wen Chunhua looked at Ling Er with a smirk, "Look, I don't want to say it, you insist on me."

"Oh, it's all fate." Ling Er sighed heavily.

"What does it mean?" Wen Chunhua was puzzled. Could it be that he was right again?

Ling Er smiled and said, "My parents are divorced, no one cares about them, they rely on their own efforts."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm really talking nonsense." Wen Chunhua wanted to comfort Ling Er, but the books in his mind were not enough to face the situation in front of him. After a while, he said, "There must be some time in his destiny, and don't force it if you don't have it."

"Then show me your fortune again?" Ling Er asked with a smile.

"Then you have to ask?" Wen Chunhua said, "The atmosphere of wealth and honor is not as good as yours."

"Really? You didn't fool me?" Ling Er asked.

"I'll miss you long ago," said Wen Chunhua. "But, you will be rich in the future and you can't forget me."

"It seems like I'm very poor now." Ling Er pursed his lips disdainfully and asked some questions. Wen Chunhua's answer was a bit unfamiliar. The more he said, the more loopholes he had.

Ling Er was relieved that fate was not destined.

A charlatan is a charlatan, and he has more contempt.

Next night, Wen Chunhua's book stall did not do many business, but many women introduced him to tell fortunes.

The more he refuses, he will not be able to look at the face, the more others beg him, and even kneel down.

People, that's so strange.

He refused, and could only deal with a few words casually. Sometimes he became impatient and asked more questions. His attitude was not good, so he looked up.

However, no one who looks for him or her appearance does not care. This is the demeanor that a master should have.

The old man who set up a stall and fortune-telling next door had no business at all. Even if the banner was clearly written on it, no one could take a look at it.

The old man hated Wen Chunhua so much that he was itchy.

This is the entrance of the bustling city, close to home, so he was unwilling to go to another place, but he could not compete with Wen Chunhua, so he could only stomp his feet and ran to the opposite side, but his business was still bleak.

In the evening, Wen Chunhua's wife Li Kaiying came to pick her up from get off work. She read half of her books and had a bulging wallet. She was so happy that she couldn't stop talking.

Wen Chunhua could only smile bitterly, that was the book that others bought to take care of him when they saw him not accepting money.

"It's so profitable." Li Kaiying was so surprised when she counted money in front of a tree, "This broken book stall is so valuable? No wonder she has to go into business as a self-employed person."

"Oh." Wen Chunhua felt embarrassed and was embarrassed to say that at home, he had acted as a charlatan to those who were known as intellectuals. He was afraid that his wife would look down on him, so he said angrily, "Okay, hurry up and put it away."

He didn't even notice that after a day, his temper suddenly increased.

"Hey, you take the bus, I'll ride home."

As long as a man makes a profit, what's wrong with a little temper?

Li Kaiying doesn't care.
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