Xingrong Road on Longcheng Street East Road was just a street-style vegetable market in the early days. Read the novel

In recent years, many foreign businessmen have come here and set up many shops full of foreign flavor, and their business was in full swing at first, but soon no one cared about it. That's because—

The national businessmen followed suit, but they did more than the foreign businessmen, probably because there was one less communication barrier with the local Chinese, and their income was better than that of the foreign businessmen.

Hing Wing Road gradually prospered, from a small market extending in all directions to a resort for merchants to do business.

It takes about 20 minutes to walk from Shihe Hospital to Xingrong Road on Longcheng Street, which is not very difficult for coriander.

It's just-

Although she had a hunch that there would be no fewer people here, she didn't expect it to be such a vast sea of people.

At a glance, the whole road is crowded with people, rubbing shoulders.

The world is bustling, and profits come and go.

In addition to the regular shops, there are also bargaining vendors and vendors on the street, and the voices of people are loud, and shouting and shouting can be heard everywhere.

The liveliness of this place is not inferior to the Liyuan Hall of the overpass.

It also seems to be home to some of the world's most famous snacks, and you can smell the aroma of appetizing food everywhere you go. It's a paradise for foodies, but it's torture for those who don't have enough to eat.

Coriander continued to the depths of Hing Wing Road, passing various stalls on the way.

In order to grab business, these stall owners crossed from the back of the stall to the front of the stall, and even pulled passers-by to buy and sell it, and the sea blew that their own things were cheaper than others.

Coriander was shabby, and at first glance, she knew that she was a poor ghost with "two sleeves and a clean breeze", so naturally she couldn't get into the eyes of those hawkers, and she went all the way unimpeded.

Further east, almost to the border of foreign merchants, the phenomenon of stalls and hawking is no longer so rampant.

Passing through an intersection, Coriander was called to stop-

"Girl, please stay!"

Attracted by this sound containing vicissitudes, Coriander glanced sideways. I saw a fortune teller who set up a stall, and the stall owner was an old man who was over the age of six.

The signboard of the stall is just a dirty rag on the ground that can no longer see the original color, but the eight large red characters on the cloth are very clear, and the neat font is also very comfortable to see.

Fortune telling. Free for the first time.

On this entire Xingrong Road, there are about seven or eight fortune-telling stalls like this, and each fortune-telling gentleman looks like a god-talker, and there are also people who claim to be Wang Banxian Xu Banxian.

In Coriander's view, those people are nothing more than gods.

However, this old man in the sixtieth year gave her a different feeling-

If he wants to make money. The stalls are set up in the downtown area, so why bother living under such a secluded roof. For him, it seemed that only a small shelter from the wind and rain was enough.

He wore a black and shiny watermelon hat, a blue jade embedded in the front of the hat, a pair of round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a crimson satin robe, on which black and gold auspicious clouds floated. His small robe, which is exquisitely made and delicately stitched, probably did not come from the hands of ordinary tailors, leaving aside the craftsmanship of the clothes, and only talking about the fabric of the clothes. At first glance, it is not a mundane thing.

No wonder he doesn't want to make money, if he doesn't have an extraordinary background, how can he afford his career!

Coriander couldn't help but secretly sigh in amazement-

Sure enough, it is a master in the people.

The fortune teller put his hands in his sleeves, hugged his knees, bent his waist, sat quietly on the small bench, smiled, and generously greeted the coriander and looked at him unscrupulously.

The fortune teller raised his chin at another small bench in front of the stall and motioned for Cilantro to sit down across from him.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, Coriander was also tired from walking. Just sit down and take a nap and listen to how the fortune teller fooled her.

Anyway, don't you need money for the first fortune telling with him?

As soon as the coriander sat down, the fortune teller said, "Girl, can you tell the old man about your birth year and month, and your physiognomy?"

"Ding Sinian. In November, it is a snake. ”

The fortune teller didn't pretend to be, he didn't see him pinching his fingers, but he said, "Hehe, the girl was born with basalt bones." Quiet-minded, indisputable, and at ease. ”

As he spoke, he pulled his hands out of his sleeves.

Coriander noticed that the old gentleman's left and right hands were withered and loose, and the knuckles were as distinct as bamboo, and it was amazing that these hands were so different, born with six fingers, without any sense of disobedience!

A master, a master!

The fortune teller stretched out his hand to the coriander, "Girl, can you take a look at your hand?" ”

Cilantro put her hands into his palms and let his thumbs fumble at the joints of her ten fingers.

This pedantic touch, without a hint of malice, does not disgust coriander.

On the contrary, she was curious about what kind of results she could find if she touched it like this.

Touching bones is a very peculiar and mysterious science in itself, and it is fascinating to some extent.

After touching for a while, the fortune teller nodded and said: "The girl has long finger bones, a clever mind, and a smart person, even if the luck is bad for a while, according to your cleverness, you will soon be able to turn evil into good fortune."

The fortune teller's words were somewhat approving.

Cilantro didn't figure out what he said wrong, so she didn't express her opinion. She inexplicably respected this old man.

The fortune teller finished touching the phalanges of the coriander and did not immediately withdraw his hand.

He patted the palm of the coriander's hand, his expression was slightly worried, "The old man just listened to the girl's footsteps, the girl seems to be in poor health, her palms are cold, but her qi and blood are insufficient?" ”

Coriander does not hide, "That's true." ”

The fortune teller said earnestly, "While you are young, you have to treat your illness quickly, don't fall into the root of the disease, otherwise you will be old and regret it too late!" ”

Coriander thanked the fortune teller, said goodbye to him, and went straight to Xingrong Road.

She didn't go far, she casually glanced back, and saw that the fortune teller just now had collected the stall, sandwiched the rolled up signboard in the center of the two stacked small benches, and hugged it under her left arm together, and picked up the guide stick on the ground with her other hand, and went away leisurely humming a little song.

Only then did Coriander realize that the old fortune teller's eyes couldn't see.

Pingshui met once, and coriander's impression of this maverick fortune teller was quite good.

Almost every neurotic woman has one or two special fetishes, and cilantro is no exception.

She is a sweet-toothed and can't resist the temptation/temptation of sweet smells.

As soon as she saw the cream cake displayed on the glass counter in the window, she couldn't walk.

Commander Qu cake shop, this is the place she was looking for.

Ignoring the wooden sign that read "Closed" hanging on the door, she pushed the door straight in, and the sweet smell of cream came to her nose, which suddenly made her feel like she was wandering in the middle of a sea of flowers, unable to extricate herself from it, until a man's voice behind her was not good-

"Get out of the way!"

Coriander came back to her senses, wiped her saliva, and looked back-

A man behind her stared at her impatiently with a cold face, as if the whole world owed him money.

Before Cilantro could move to the side to make way for him, the man ran into her and swaggered into the store.

Coriander was only concerned about greeting the cakes in the shop, but she didn't notice the interaction between the man who hit him just now and the owner of the cake shop.

Boss Qu was scolding the two apprentices in the store for not improving their performance.

"Look at what you're doing, what I'm raising you for! What I taught you, you have to not only eat for me, but also digest it—"

The man stopped in front of Boss Qu and interrupted his lecture, "Lao Qu, I'm here to apply for a job with you!" ”

Boss Qu turned his face to look, and an old face instantly became colorful.

He stretched out his hand and pointed angrily at the window, and roared angrily: "Don't think I don't know that you are the money treasure in the restaurant opposite to settle accounts for Fu Bo!"

He can run rampant on the Zhenglu Xingrong Road, but he doesn't have the courage to dig the corner of Fubo's wall.

Thinking about it, Qian Bao said: "I didn't do it voluntarily, it was the second master who asked me to come over."

That's why he's upset about it.

Accounting is his forte, let his hands that are good at dialing the abacus make cakes, isn't this equivalent to letting him be a big man to be a bridesmaid, anyway, he doesn't like to fiddle with those slimy and greasy things.

As soon as he heard that the second master called Qian Baolai, Boss Qu immediately changed his attitude and cautiously confirmed: "The second master called you here?"

He muttered in his heart, why did the second master of the vine come to him if he didn't want the guy!

In this case, he naturally did not dare to publicize it.

Qian Bao was also quite puzzled, "The second master said let me join in the fun, let me make a cake for him to bring back-" As he spoke, he glanced at the coriander next to him, which had almost been assimilated with the cakes, and continued angrily, "The second master also said that if my cake is better than hers, there will be a reward!" ”

Boss Qu was stunned and couldn't help but look at the coriander.

Seeing that Coriander's fingers were restless, and he was about to pick off the cream on the cake, Boss Qu shouted angrily, "What do you kid want to do!" ”

Coriander immediately retracted her hand, pretending to be casual, and smiled dryly at Boss Qu: "Haha, I'm here to apply-"

After speaking, she opened the recruitment notice that had been crumpled up by her before.

How could Boss Qu not recognize that notice, it was the bulletin board he had pasted on East Road with his own hands.

"You kid actually tore it off for me!" Boss Qu's eyes widened, obviously angry.

"Hehe-he-" Coriander is called a broken boat, keep the good opportunities to herself, the fewer people see this job posting, the less competitive pressure she feels.

Stretching out your hand and not hitting the smiling face is not useful here at the boss of the canal.

He pointed to the gate and said angrily, "Where did you tear it off, where did you stick it back for me!"

This is also obviously an eviction order for coriander. (To be continued.) )xh211>