Song Chenglin saw that the Taoist priest had woken up, hurriedly stepped forward to bow down, and asked with a smile: "Did the Taoist master sleep comfortably yesterday?" Yesterday, the little maid saw the Taoist chief sleeping unconscious at the door, afraid that he would suffer from the cold on this rainy day, so he specially helped the Taoist chief to sleep in the house. ”

The long man stretched his waist, still a little sleepy, yawned, and shook the empty wine gourd, as if to remind Song Chenglin, and said: "Poor Dao slept quite peacefully last night, but there was less wine in the dream, and I felt that I was missing some taste."

Song Chenglin looked at the appearance of the Taoist priest, although he looked like a man of wine and meat, but the ancestors believed in these gods and ghosts, as long as the words of the monk and Taoist priest were not moved and the family was fundamental, that is, he tried to be satisfied, so he ordered the little servant to pour the wine gourd for the Taoist priest full of sake brewed by the Song Mansion.

The Taoist priest has also been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, and he is familiar with the wine, but the smell is still good, and he also learned from Song Chenglin's mouth that they let him enter the house to rest yesterday, and he felt that Song Chenglin was a good person, so he was ready to give Song Chenglin's family a hexagram, and he thought that he was a great fortune-teller, on the one hand, it was to repay Song Chenglin's one-night reception and a pot of sake's kindness, and on the other hand, it was out of his own curiosity. So the Taoist priest said to Song Chenglin: "Poor Dao sees that Master Song is kind and kind to Poor Dao. Poor Dao has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he also has some unpredictable prophetic abilities, and let Poor Dao count the young masters and daughters of the Song Mansion as a hexagram. ”

Although Song Chenglin felt that he was just a warlock who cheated on eating and drinking, this kind of thing was just listening and playing, and the Taoist priest didn't ask for money, so he didn't care very much, so he ordered someone to go to the house to summon heirs. The sisters-in-law Song Yinghui and Song Yinghui were led by their subordinates into the small courtyard where the Taoist priest was, but the young sister-in-law Song Yuzhi was held by the nurse and came late.

Song Yinghui, the eldest son of the Song family, is ten years old this year, and he already has the appearance of a big family. The second son, Song Yinghui, is seven years old, but he is not as smart as Song Yinghui, but he has some strength, and his hands can already start to hold bows and arrows. Miss Song Yuzhi is only one of them, only three years old, and she is already exquisite, and the old man with several children in the family said that Miss Song must be a Peugeot figure when she grows up.

The Taoist priest walked up to Song Yinghui and looked at Song Yinghui. Song Yinghui's lips were thin, and her eyes were also looking at this unfamiliar face, and her eyes were moving quickly. The Taoist priest twisted his fingers, smiled, and bowed over to Song Chenglin to report the good news: "This son will do something in the court when he grows up." Song Yinghui learned the purpose of his father calling him and his younger siblings.

The Taoist priest walked up to Song Yinghui again and looked at Song Yinghui's face, he was not as thin as Song Yinghui's lips, his lips were a little thick, and his eyes looked dull. Song Yinghui was a little nervous, because she knew that she was not as smart as her eldest brother, and she could faintly see some calluses on her fingertips on her half-stretched hands, a thin layer, after all, this child was only seven years old. The Taoist priest pinched his fingers again and gave Song Chenglin the good news: "This son will definitely be able to show his strength on the field." Song Yinghui listened to the words of the Taoist priest, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Listening to the Taoist priest's praise of the two sons, Song Chenglin was quite happy, and what he observed on weekdays was roughly the same, Fang felt that what the Taoist priest said was also somewhat credible, straightened his waist, looked at the two children with a smile on his face, and nodded his approval to the Taoist priest.

But when she got to Song Yuzhi, the girl hugged the nurse's neck tightly, looking at this strange person with some reluctance, the smart peach blossom eyes blinked a few times, and her eyes were a little moist. The Taoist priest closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, frowned without feeling it, and looked at Song Yuzhi again. Song Yuzhi, a three-year-old child, looked at the adult in front of him who had never seen him and was a little afraid, his eyes were trying to choke tears, he wanted to cry but did not cry, pretended not to look at this strange person, leaned his chin on the shoulder of the nurse, closed his eyes gently, and looked like he was sleeping. The Taoist priest pinched his fingers with one hand, twisted his slender beard with the other, calculated for a while, gasped, and said: "Miss Song's life is not good, and the poor Dao calculated that Miss Song is the life of the actor." This girl may not understand and has no reaction.