Sparrows are busy eating all seasons,

Who is the same person with the crooked intestines.

The reincarnation of the north and the south, the east and the west,

Joy, anger, sorrow, and impermanence crying.

This Fan Ermao and the old man got up and left, found a shade and sat down, and the two of them started gossiping.

'Uncle, I want to ask you something. ‘

Say, "Good boy, what is there to say?" ‘

'Uncle, you see it's still early for the autumn harvest. I want to go out for a few days, but my aunt asked me to look after the house, I am leaving, there is no one at home, I want you to go to the front yard often when you are old, help me look at the portal, do you fancy it? Ermao looked at the old man expectantly.

'Eh, what should I do, isn't it just a housekeeper, you go, rest assured, rest assured to go, if you want to play for a few days and play for a few days, as long as you don't delay the autumn harvest, rest assured to go." ‘

When Fan Ermao heard this, he was overjoyed.

The two of them became closer and spoke more cordially.

Here Kanshan said the road, and when he ate Ueda chicken, it was almost sunset.

On the second day, Ermao went to the old man early, explained it, and said goodbye to the old man and walked out of the village.

Less gossip, less talk.

These two mao went out of the village and saw that the corn on both sides of the road was waist-high, and the fields were green. Precisely:

The summer wind blows the railing bridge,

Lift up the skirt and float it over the waist.

The girl doesn't know that the autumn frost is near,

Laugh and throw the grass hat into the sky.

Fan Ermao had no intention of watching the children playing at the entrance of the village, striding across the entrance of the village and heading straight to the asphalt road.

On the main road, Fan Ermao waited for the passing passenger car, and then got on the bus and went to the county seat.

Without further ado, the book is in the main story. This Fan Ermao entered the city, but his eyes were straight, and he was at a loss. Although the town is not large, it is a scene of vitality and prosperity.

Ermao got off the train, exited the station and entered the city, walking slowly from Dongdacheng Street to the west. What used to be a narrow stone road is now a wide concrete road. On both sides of the street, the ligustrum trees are luxuriant, as if they have opened a small green umbrella, and set up a continuous awning one after another, so that pedestrians can walk on the forest vagina, and suddenly feel comfortable and quiet.

On both sides of the street, one after another, the bright façade buildings replaced the ancient buildings of gray bricks and blue tiles one or two hundred years ago. The foundation stone of the new building was being laid, and I thought, "I am afraid that this street that goes to the old and welcomes the new will never be able to find the traces of the past." Thinking about it, I couldn't help but sigh.

Ermao walked forward slowly, and soon the most prosperous cross street in the county appeared in front of him, looking up, the newly completed five-story department store, like a crystal palace, stood tall in the northwest corner of the center of the ancient town. Looking further to the southwest corner, the old Xinhua Bookstore has been renovated. The decoration is magnificent. In the southeast corner, a high-rise building is under construction, and the scaffolding has built a square building, surrounded by blue protective netting, which looks like an incredible giant. The post office built in the fifties and sixties in the northeast corner still stands there. Somewhat left a little dusty memory.

Ermao looked around, and had no intention of leaving, so he found the steps of a façade room and sat down.

Looking at the bustling street scene, I can't help but have a lot of thoughts in my heart. Look at the passing pedestrians in a hurry. Looking up, the high-rise buildings are second-rated, and the eyes are cut off from the shade of the trees; Thinking of this charming little town seems to have nothing to do with me. Spaced over an infinite distance. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart and thought: "Alas, the birds are busy eating all seasons, and who are they with the crooked intestines. The reincarnation of the north, the south, the east and the west, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are impermanent. Sighing, I felt a little hungry in my stomach, and when I looked at the sky, I thought to myself, "I have to find a place to get some money for food." "It turns out that this Fan Ermao has already prepared, and before leaving, he has already put the widow's aunt's eating guy in his pocket, if you want to say that the fortune teller has any eating guys, it is nothing more than a hexagram, copper coin, and a perpetual calendar.

This Fan Ermao subconsciously touched his coat pocket, looked around with blank eyes, thinking that this was not a place to get food and money, and asked passers-by to see if there was a place to set up a hexagram stall. Turning his head, there was an old man writing on behalf of others in front of the post office, so Ermao got up and walked towards the old man.

Ermao walked diagonally through the cross street and came to the old man, where he saw the old man sitting in a corner of the door of the post office hall, with a small table in front of him, on which was placed a pile of brand-new envelopes, and next to the envelopes were pen and ink and a paper pressing stone, simple and clean. Fan Ermao walked closer and stopped and didn't rush to ask him, but tilted his neck to see the old man busy; The old man sat there cutting paper, looking at the paper in the old man's hand, which was already used straw paper, but the old man did not mean to throw it away, but used a knife to divide it into small pieces of paper, which seemed to be ready to continue to be used as straw paper.

"Uncle, you also slammed the door, can this still be used?"

"Hehe, good boy, this back can still be used, it's a pity to lose it; Life is thicker than leaves, so you have to save a little. The old man looked up at Ermao and said: "This business is not as good as before, in the past few years, there are fewer and fewer people who come to me to ghostwrite, the business is not good, I am now old, and I have no ability, I can only sit here and eat, the old business is alive, and I have been talking for a lifetime." Now that the cultural level of the people has improved, you see..."The old man pointed to the flow of people in the hall, and said: "You see that all the young people nowadays are literate, and I know in my heart that my rabbit tail is not long, and now I only sell a few envelopes." Alas," said the old man with a wry smile.

"Uncle, what you said is right, most of the young people in this year know how to read and write, and you are in the middle of this life."

"A few years ago, I was still in the middle, and I couldn't sit down in the morning for a day, and now few people ask me to ghostwrite for a day."

"Uncle, you've been doing this for decades."

"Haha, good boy, I won't tell you, if there is this post office, I will make a living as a ghostwriter here." When the old man saw the past, his eyebrows immediately danced, and he recalled the past years very comfortably. "Land reform, the Great Leap Forward, the Cultural Revolution I have never stopped, the Cultural Revolution was so chaotic, I still do my job, business is prosperous. Since the change and opening, my business has not been as good as day by day, and it is about to close. The old man said helplessly, and smiled bitterly again.

"There is no business that lasts forever, and it is time for you to recuperate as you get older."

"Well, it's time to rest, but I'm afraid I'll rest here. I'll never have the opportunity to sit here and write again. The old man said regretfully.

"Uncle, don't be sorry, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves beat on the beach; Nothing remains the same forever, the vicissitudes of the world, there is nothing to regret. Uncle, I just met you, I beg you to ghostwrite a few words. ”

"You write letters?"

"Don't write a letter, write a few words." As he spoke, Ermao took out a red cloth from his pocket and put it in front of the old man.

"What is this?" The old man looked at Ermao suspiciously.

"Uncle, you write a few words on this, how much money should be given, you write."

Medium. Good boy, what do you write? ”

Ermao asked, and quickly helped the old man spread the cloth on the small table, so he told the old man how to write, and after a while, a few words appeared on the red cloth. After writing, I listened to the old man read:

"Pushing the reincarnation of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is considered that the east, west, north and south are not in love. Look at the liver, stomach, kidneys, lungs, and heart, and the five internal harmony, breaking joy, anger, sorrow, and impermanence, thoughts, and wind. Specially recommend eight characters. Ahh Turns out you're a fortune teller. ”

"Uncle, do you know where to set up a hexagram stall in this county?"

"Hehe, the child is good, I want to set up a hexagram stall, right? Then you go west along this road, and after two more streets, you see an intersection and go straight north, until you see a temple. There is an ancient pagoda in the temple, and below the ancient pagoda is the place where the fortune teller sets up a fortune teller all year round. Go for it, it's easy to find. There is no place that cannot be found. ”

"Thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, you go."

"Medium, medium." Ermao responded and took out the money to pay the old man, and the old man accepted the money unceremoniously, looked at Fan Ermao and said: "Young man, look at your age, how long have you been learning this business." ”

"I haven't come out of the master's palm yet, I just want to try my skills."

"Ah, ah, then you have to be careful, there are masters and gangsters in there, beckoning people not to smash your stall."

"Good, good. Thank you, uncle, and I'll be careful. ”

"Okay, let's go."

Fan Ermao said goodbye to the old man, went west along the street, walked two streets, Ermao saw an intersection in front of him, so he stopped, and then walked a few steps north, looking from afar, and faintly saw the shadow of a spire in front of him. I thought to myself, this is the way, so I walked forward.

After a short time, he came to a temple, Fan Ermao stopped, looked up at the temple gate, but saw that the newly restored temple was majestic and magnificent, and the craftsmen were new. Precisely:

majestic palaces,

Carved beams and painted eaves and blue tiles.

The Silent Corridor,

Dong Yuxuan window paved with jade bricks.

Fan Ermao stopped and watched, and his heart was solemn, and he saw a pair of golden couplets on the big red wooden pillars on both sides of the cloister at the gate.

Shanglian: Self-view, self-view, no one, no one, ask where is your home at this time? Knowing where you are is natural and comfortable;

Downlink: If the Buddha comes, if the Buddha comes, there is a future, there is a future, how to get this body? I have come here as if I had seen it.

Ermao looked at it with respect, walked quickly into the temple, entered the temple and saw the Daxiong Treasure Hall standing majestically in the distance, magnificent, and the southwest corner of the hall sat on an ancient tower towering there. Precisely:

Linglong Pagoda, Linglong Tower, Linglong Pagoda has seven floors.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong bell ringing in the wind.

See also:

The tower is like a pillar of wind and clouds,

The clouds on the pillar are light and the wind is light.

I have never seen white cranes flying,

Charity in Linglong Cave,

Inside lives Fairchild.

Ermao looked at it and said with emotion: "What a place where the fairy world is well-informed!" That's it. Looking around, I saw a few fortune tellers sitting there setting up a stall, so I found a bright place to sit down.

The hexagram stall stopped, and Ermao found that he didn't have a bench, and thought to himself that there was no bench for the fortune teller to sit on? Hehe, find a few bricks instead. So he went around looking for bricks.

When Fan Ermao came back, he saw that there were already a few people around in front of his hexagram stall. It turns out that there are many pilgrims who come to this temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and today it is the first day of the new year, so the pilgrims gather, and there are more pilgrims who tell the fortune and ask questions.

Ermao hurriedly put the bricks in place and invited the pilgrims to sit, and then heard a middle-aged woman laugh: "At a glance, I know that you are new here, and you don't even bring a small bench, aren't you from here?" What is it capable of? ”

"Lord Peng is not waiting for the immortals, and Taigong Weishui is fishing. You should ask if you have the ability to have geometry, and you will be full of scriptures and chapters when the time comes. ”

"yes, I'll have a few more words, be careful of falling into the river and getting your pants wet. What will you watch? ”

"Life and death, wealth and wealth are strange, and heaven and earth are Xuanhuang and Daliuren. Ziwei Doushu and eight characters, the interpretation of dreams is also divided into yin and yang. Boy, you just came to your treasure land, so please lift it up. "Ermao's storytelling mouth will come in handy, and his mouth is like a river, and the waves are endless.

"Listen to your vernacular, show me." The middle-aged woman sat on the bricks brought by Ermao, and she also sat violently, seeing her body falling backwards, the woman grabbed her hands and shook wildly, and shouted in her mouth, "Pull me quickly, pull me quickly." ”

Seeing that Ermaoyan was in a hurry, he reached out and grabbed the woman's arm, and pulled hard, and the woman returned to her original position. "Oh, what kind of mallet are you sitting on, see if you almost fell down."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, eldest sister, when it first opened, my brother gave you a hexagram, and this hexagram doesn't charge money."

"Fart, who made you free, is there a free fortune telling? Understand the rules. ”

"Eldest sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be angry, I didn't mean that, I just said, the yarn lamp in front of the temple is shining high, and the fifteenth day of the new year burns incense. The eldest sister worships the Lord and gets good luck every year. ”

"Ha, haha, what a sweet mouth." The woman turned her anger into joy, looked at Ermao with a smile and said: "Don't talk about gossip, talk less, come to the truth, can you show me how your luck is this year?" ”

"Yes, call the eldest sister, you are listening, your luck is really wrong. At the beginning of the year, when the wind broke the fortune, the pigsty at home was empty. Isn't it, big sister? ”

"yes, yes, yes, yes, your husband is still in the middle, how do you know that my pigs are dead?"

"Call the eldest sister, you are listening, you are not lucky this year, and you are not afraid that you will be uncomfortable, just like a small tree passing the wind; Although it is not uprooted, it is also a few side flutes. The big consumption came to the fateful robbery star, and the hanger met the white tiger star. This year's luck really doesn't work, saying that you are rich is a gift. ”

"Eh, brother, why are you so accurate, what are you doing this year, you are losing money, and you are about to drive me crazy."

"You really didn't hit this year, it's like an old cow falling into a mud pit. The old cow broke the car and was stormy, and it was staggering to the end of the year. Eldest sister, luck is like the southeast wind, a burst of strength and a burst of relaxation. The weak will inevitably be unsatisfactory, and the strong will rise in luck. Eldest sister, after this year, it will be better next year. Eldest sister, I saw your face just now, you tell me your birthday, and I will push you down again. ”

The woman hurriedly told Ermao about her birthday, and Ermao took out a pen and paper and calculated it.

If people are busy, it seems that time flies quickly, seeing that Ermao has already calculated the hexagrams of three people, and there is food money in his pocket.

Precisely:

The dead trees are fluttering in winter,

Snow weighs down branches and ice.

There are a few times when life is wishful,

I lived my life in a daze. (To be continued......)