Although Shen Ning asserted that this surnamed Zhao Hanzi would have a good thing coming to the door within three days, and everyone could not verify it for the time being, but she just said that Zhao Ergou's matter was good just by looking at the palmistry.

The crowd suddenly became agitated. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"God counts the girl, I am willing to give me an extra fifty taels of silver, can you calculate a hexagram for me first?"

A middle-aged fat man with a big belly and a fat brain squeezed out of the team, and put a silver ingot weighing fifty taels in front of Shen Ning, and said that he was rich.

Shen Ning was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, voices of dissatisfaction and anger had already sounded in the crowd.

"What do you mean, fat man, show that you have a lot of money, don't you?"

"I thought you had a few stinky money, and you also wanted to insert the number? Lao Tzu has fifty taels more than you!"

"His grandmother's, I've got an extra hundred taels!"

The originally orderly procession suddenly became a mess, and everyone rushed forward, surrounding a small wooden table, three layers inside and three layers outside.

Shen Ning suddenly felt that it became difficult to breathe.

Those local tyrants are still bidding vigorously:

"One hundred and fifty taels!"

"Two hundred taels!"

"Two hundred and five!"

“……”

Their voices were louder than one another, their confidence was stronger than the other, and the silver was more and more, only to make Shen Ning's head bigger.

Her face sank, and she was covered with frost.

"Shut up!"

Her voice was even better than the emperor's decree, and the chaotic crowd instantly became quiet.

People looked at her for a moment, and their hearts were uneasy.

It seems that the god is angry with the girl!

Shen Ning was expressionless, she didn't look at everyone, she picked up a piece of paper, tore it into ten small notes, and then picked up the pen and wrote the ten numbers from one to ten on the small notes.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know what she meant.

Shen Ning put down the pen, raised his eyes and swept over to everyone, and said unhurriedly: "There is a way that the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, but all fortune-telling and word measurement belong to the leakage of the heavenly machine, and I don't dare to act against the sky, otherwise I will be punished by God, so I can only calculate ten hexagrams every day, here are ten notes with numbers written on them, if you want to find me to test the hexagram, just follow the order on the note, if you don't grab the note, please be early tomorrow." ”

With that, she pushed the note in front of the table.

Suddenly, countless big hands stretched out.

"Haha, I got it! I got one!"

"First, I'm number one!"

In the blink of an eye, ten small notes were snatched up.

Those who grabbed it were full of joy, and those who didn't grab it were full of frustration.

The person who grabbed the note with the word "one" written on it was a young man dressed as a scholar in his twenties, with a slender and long figure like a bamboo pole and extraordinarily long arms.

He triumphantly took out the note and shook it, and said, "No. 1 is mine, don't grab it from me, I'll test it first." ”

He lifted his robe and was about to sit down on the bench in front of Shen Ning.

"Wait a minute, I'll buy your No. 1 note!" The middle-aged fat man who didn't grab the note squeezed out of the crowd and took out a silver ticket with white flowers, "One hundred taels, do you want to sell it?"

The scholar's eyes lit up, almost without hesitation.

"Sell!" he nodded happily, handed the note to the middle-aged fat man, exchanged it for the silver ticket of one hundred taels, and then stepped aside, looking lively.

Thinking that he is a poor scholar, he can't earn a hundred taels of silver in this life, and with so much silver, it is enough for him to study hard for another ten years.