Chapter 30, the era of wooden gray machines

By the time Yong Mingyan found that there was only one dress left in his hand, Chongxuan had disappeared into the crowd and rushed out far away at the gate.

As a nearly 50-year-old uncle, this speed is really admirable.

For Yong Mingyan, it is obvious that the development of things is not so optimistic. He looked at the clothes in his hand, and his little face turned black in an instant. Then he threw the clothes to the ground angrily and turned to chase them.

"Wait...wait!" Xinyi grabbed him, but he had rushed out with an arrow. Xinyi held his arm like a koala. By the time he stopped, he had taken her two or three steps.

Yong Mingyan looked down at her and said, "What are you pulling me to do! Let go! I'm going to find the master. Don't stop me."

"...No, I'm not trying to stop you..." She said awkwardly, "It's just that the master said that I asked you for the money." She smiled and stretched out her hand: "So! Big brother, give me the money.

His eyelids twitched, gritted his teeth and took out the silver from his arms, and then slapped it into her hand. "I know why Master accepted you as an apprentice, all because you two are ordinary goods! Master saw his own shadow in you, didn't he!? After saying that, he stretched out his index finger and poked her forehead and pushed her hard. "Ok, let's go!" Stay away!"

Xinyi was satisfied after receiving the silver. He rubbed the poked forehead, smiled, released him, and consciously retreated: "Come on, big brother!! Try to chase the master quickly! "Daddy!" After saying that, she clenched her fist, which really cheered him up... Although her eldest brother Yong Mingyan didn't understand the last three words.

Master and the eldest brother have run away, leaving only this group of onlookers with unknown and truth. Xinyi saw that some of them still maintained the posture of looking, and I guess they are still looking for the "grey machine" where it is. In fact, Xinyi really wants to persuade everyone not to look for it. There is no gray machine in this era. It's better to go back to wash and sleep early and play the gray machine by yourself.

But that's just to think about how her pure-hearted daughter is to say hello to everything. In the end, she took up the money and greeted the onlookers, "Guys, don't look at it. You can't see anything anyway..." She said with a smile, "Let's all go. Both of them have left and can't come back. Let's all go~"

"What's scattered? I just saw a group of people around here, and I don't know what's lively to see here. It was supposed to join in the fun. Why? Don't you have to watch it now?"

Xin Yiyi felt that the happy mood that had received the silver had become unopened. It's really unfortunate that Mr. Mu left lively.

When Mu Fangjin heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Do you dare to be like this? But I don't think the bustle is completely gone. He clicked Xinyi with a fan, "After all, sir is here, it's just a big bustle."

...I don't think you came to see me lively, but you were ready to watch my jokes.

She glanced at Mu Fangjin, "Does the prince seem to be very idle every day?" What, the new house has been moved today and came to show off to me?"

He was not annoyed when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "I can't say that. I just passed by here to see how he has benefited today. By the way, he will help him calculate an account - let's see how many times you need to tell people's life, and how long it will take to make enough money to buy a house... Tutut, But in my opinion, I guess your life is... suspense."

The hatred value was filled in an instant, and Xinyi looked at him sideways, "Your house is not the money you spent, but Mr. He gave it, right?"

Mu Fangjin shrugged his shoulders: "Although it was given to me by He Zhigao, at least he is the son of my uncle, and he is also a network... However, according to my husband, is there such a suitable person to give you... But it's hard to say."

At least his uncle is Jizhou Taishou, his own uncle... Ah, no, it's time to call him Master now. Just Chongxuan's goods...

She felt that her life was gloomy in an instant.

Shibo is the eunuch, and Mu Fangjin's father must also be an official - since they are all second-generation officials, don't show off to ordinary people like us, asshole!

Xinyi sat back in his seat angrily and looked up at Mu Fangjin who didn't even mean to leave. He stared at him again and couldn't wait to open his mouth and yell at him: If you want to tell fortune, give him money and get out of here. But in fact, she can't say that, because she is at least a cultivated, cultivated and self-restrained. As a 'three-rait' girl, she is not free-range, but absolutely pure. So of course, you can't speak so vulgarly, so she smiled and glanced at him with the corners of her eyes, "Sun, you stand there to block my business... Why don't you? If there are no other guests now, I will reluctantly calculate a sign for you?"

"Good." Seeing this, he was not polite. He stepped forward and was about to draw one out of the stick, but he was severely beaten on the back of his hand by her rolled up book. He paused and raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is this?"

She stretched out her hand and handed it to Mu Fangjin and said with a faint smile, "Give me the silver first."

"What?" He suddenly felt funny: "Sir, it's really interesting. I've never seen it. It's a fortune-telling, and you have to pay first to calculate it? Isn't it all calculated to give some rewards?"

"Of course, this is the same for others." She stared at Mu Fangjin in front of her, sat up straight and looked at him. She was not inferior to him in momentum, "But not for you. After all, it depends on people's dishes. Of course, you should take good care of Mr. Mu and treat him specially.

"What a special treatment." Mu Fangjin was also interested, "Then... just count it for me?" He took out a small piece of silver and threw it to her, and then made a sign to draw lots.

"Bang." Looking at his back, Xin Yi really saw that he was a class enemy, and this shot was still unambiguous.

"What is this?" Mu Fangjin's eyes were slightly dissatisfied, "Aren't I giving you money? Why can't it be counted as a signature?"

"What's the hurry," she smiled lightly. "I just said that I want to take good care of Mr. Mu, so..." She took a small piece of silver in her hand and shook her head. "There's too little money, starting at five taels."

Mu Fangjin's mouth twitched, "The starting price is five taels? What a profiteer."

She waved her hand, "You're right. You're not a traitor."

"What a traitorless businessman." Mu Fangjin glenned at her, "Five taels are too expensive. You are not the only fortune teller in the market now. They are just dozens of copper coins. You can't be happy with just half of that piece of the silver, and you can still open your mouth for five taels...?"

"What, isn't Mr. Mu rich? Isn't there someone who can afford a house? Why don't he be more generous when spending money?" Hearing him cry, Xinyi became more and more sarcastic: "I'm still talking about a few taels of silver. I really see that he is very stingy."

He snorted coldly, "Well, forget it, it's boring to listen to your magic stick chewing your tongue. Give me back the money and I'll go home. I'll forget it today." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to grab the silver, but was first taken away by Xinyi and protected in his hand.

The money has been given, and you still want it back? Don't even think about it. Xinyi smiled and put away the broken money. "The prince is really interesting. He gave the fortune teller a reward. Do you still want to get it back?" I'm afraid it's Mr. Mu, you don't say much about this.

"You haven't counted anything yet. Why should I reward you?"

"Then who knows why you want to reward?" She spread her hands and there was no proof of death.

Fighting with Mu Fangjin, although this man is black-brained and has a yin nature, the advantage is that he never seems to get angry and reduce his value because of temporary losses. Such people usually have a temperament of 'I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm angry with you and I'm not angry with you' - and Mu Fangjin is a typical example.

At this time, he suddenly smiled and opened the folding fan, gently fanning as if it was lowering the anger. So, it makes sense for you to say so. After all, the money that has been lost to the beggar can't be bent down and pick it up from other people's bowls, can it?

...Look, this boy is really angry, otherwise he wouldn't have scolded her as a beggar without changing his face, right? But Xinyi doesn't care much about this. Three hundred and sixty lines have the best. What's wrong with beggars? The elders of the beggars are less said to be a person. Besides, Xinyi's worst plan is to compare his career positioning with beggars and find a lot of common points. What Mr. Mu said is very true. That's exactly what I want to say.

I guess he has seen shameless. He has never seen Xinyi so shameless. In the end, he was forced to be speechless and went to the opposite teahouse to drink tea.

To be honest... Xinyi also wants to go, drink tea, eat snacks, and blow the breeze, which is called life!!

However, it seems that she has no life for the second generation of officials, so she has to stay at the gossip stall and wait for the next guest to come.

She put on a big hat to shade the sun and played with the bamboo stick in her hand over and over again. His brain was so confused that he didn't know what he was thinking after all, until a well-dressed and unattractive young man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Sir, are you the nephew of Fuyang Mountain?"

"Ah... I'm his apprentice." She said this more and more confidently.

"...Oh, that may not be looking for you."

Xinyi hurriedly grabbed the servant who was about to leave, "Wait...wait?" She pointed to herself and explained, "Well, I used to be the nephew of Fuyang Mountain, but in recent days, the mountain people felt that I was talented, so they took me as an apprentice."

"Oh... So that's it. It seems that the gentleman is the one mentioned by my uncle. I'm sorry for being rude." The man nodded quickly and bowed, so disrespectful.

Grandpa? Who is his uncle?

Seeing that Xinyi was confused, he quickly explained, "Well, sir, my grandfather Tian wants to ask you to go to the house to help figure it out."

...Outside the field? It sounds a little familiar! Yes! My uncle is talking about Mr. He. Isn't Mr. He's father-in-law and the super rich local rich man?