One of the jailers stood up and stretched and said to his companion, "Let's go, Qianjie Xiaolongbao, I'm in for a treat." ”

As he spoke, he touched the half-hung money that he carried in his arms yesterday.

"Hey---- where's my half-hanging money?" The jailer was a little panicked, and searched all over his body, looking around the chair and the ground where he was sleeping, but he didn't see it.

The other jailers asked what was going on.

The jailer who lost the money said: "I carried half the money in my arms yesterday, and now it is gone." Lao Zhou, did you take it? Last night, our brothers were on duty in prison, so return it to my brother, and my brother will invite you to eat xiaolongbao. ”

The jailer Lao Zhou patted his chest and said, "I really didn't take it, I don't believe you searched it." ”

The jailer who lost the money panicked even more, muttering that it was impossible.

The two jailers who took over said: "Hurry up and look for it, think about where you went with all the money yesterday, let's help you find it together." ”

Four jailers began to search inside and outside the cell.

The prisoners in the cell were also mobilized to help search for them in the cells.

Tossed for a long time, but got nothing.

The jailers' wages were pitiful, and it was painful for them to lose half of their money.

The jailer who lost the money was mentally exhausted and sighed.

I can't find the money, let alone the xiaolongbao for breakfast, I can't buy rice when I go home, and I have to be counted down by my wife.

But I just can't find it, and I still have to go home.

The jailer who lost the money was dejected and ready to get off work, Fu Ning shouted at the door: "Brother Jailer, I have a way that may be able to help you." ”

On the night when he was about to leave, the two jailers on duty paused.

Zhou Jailer said, "What can you do?" ”

Fu Ning said: "My master will tell the hexagram, let him help you make a hexagram, maybe you can find the money you lost." ”

The jailer who lost the money had his eyes lit up, and he returned to look at Qiu Shuisheng and the owner of the March restaurant who were in the same cell as Fu Ning: "That is your master?" ”

Zhao Shuang, the melon-eating crowd in the prison next to him, was also waiting to see who would be Master Fu Ning's hexagram.

Fu Ning pointed at Zhao Shuang: "That girl is my master." ”

Zhao Shuang was stunned, shrimp? How is me? I don't know how to tell hexagrams, is there an apprentice like you?

The jailer looked at Zhao Shuang, also in disbelief: "This girl is your master?" Can tell fortunes? ”

Fu Ning winked at Zhao Shuang: Master, it's up to you. A few of us, you are the best at fooling people.

Zhao Shuang: "......" Are you praising as a teacher? Pit goods.

Zhao Shuang coughed and said, "Brother Jailer, I am familiar with arithmetic, if you don't dislike it, I will give you a hexagram." ”

The jailer who lost the money hurriedly said: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, girl, master, hurry up and calculate it for me, where did I lose half of my money." My wife is still waiting for me to come home from work to buy rice. ”

Where is the half-hung money, Zhao Shuang naturally knows, but he can't say it directly.

Zhao Shuang picked up a straw stick from the ground and said: "In this way, I will set up a drawing array for you, calculate where your money is, it may not be accurate, and don't blame me if you can't find you." What do I ask, what do you say? ”

The jailer who lost the money hurriedly said yes.

Zhao Shuang asked, "What is your surname?" ”

The jailer who lost the money said, "Excuse me." ”

Zhao Shuang drew a square on the ground and asked, "How many children are there in the family?" ”

The jailer replied truthfully.

Each time she answered a question, Zhao Shuang added a line to the figure. In fact, it is just a random drawing of a figure in a high school geometry problem.

Zhao Shuang asked more than a dozen questions with a face, and the geometric figures were also drawn and marked with ABCD angles.

Looking at the graphics, Zhao Shuang had words in his mouth, and his fingers pretended to be calculating.