Yangchun May, Fuchun Town, God of Wealth Street.

Fortuna Street runs through the north and south official roads, and on both sides are all kinds of shops opened by merchants.

All of them are small buildings with three floors of gray tiles and red walls, with a façade on the first floor, a guest sitting on the second floor, and a bedroom and kitchen stove on the third floor.

Let's say that on this day, the dark sky turned white, the thick fog of the town was brightly dispersed, and the street market that had been silent for a night came alive.

There are boatmen who come ashore from the peach leaf crossing, carrying baskets full of lively fish and shrimp, crunching on the damp bluestone slab road; The half-grown boy was shaking a fan in the stove, and the black smoke was rising, and his eye sockets were sour; Cao Pozi fried meat cakes at the corner of the street, the oil sizzled, and the number of oil pickers and miscellaneous vendors walking the streets and alleys gradually increased, and the air was no longer only fragrant with gardenias, adding a strong smell of red dust and fireworks.

A fortune teller wearing a green scarf and a half-new zodiac robe, holding a banner and a flag five or six steps away from Cao Pozi, paused, set up the table and chairs, pen, ink, paper, inkstone and sticking bucket, sat down slowly, took a deep breath of the oil fragrance wafting from the meatloaf, and was as satisfied as if he had tasted it.

I wanted to greet him with a smile, but I suddenly heard a "squeak" sound of the door, and suddenly trembled, and his eyes were blazing, not only him, but also Cao Pozi's old eyes that were clouded by lard were also suddenly shining, and they all went with the prestige.

A pair of men and women walked out of the threshold of the Fugui Teahouse, the man was young and thin, nourished by the water and soil of the south of the Yangtze River with fine skin and tender meat, wearing a green onion soft brocade straight jacket, stepping on Chen Qiao shoes, Haiqing socks, holding an ink and jade bone fan, and who was it, it was Sun Liu Mengmei, the richest businessman in Fuchun Town.

And with him, is a little widow (widow) woman, not more than seventeen or eighteen years old, born beautiful and charming, black hair holding Hangzhou, on both sides of the cheeks born a dimple, but have a light smile, full of amorous moon, wearing gouache sprinkled cloud shoulder shirt, white skirt, stepping on a pair of newly embroidered red shoes, she is Xiao Kite, the year after the death of her mother, her father escaped into Buddhism, and two brothers and sisters, opened a teahouse here on the God of Wealth Street to live together.

As soon as she glanced at it, she saw pancakes, empty fortune tellers, soup wonton sellers, stove makers, neighbors, and even those who happened to pass by in front of the street, all of whom looked contemptuous, but they were not in a hurry, and even tucked the handkerchief into their sleeves, raised their hands to arrange their clothes for Liu Mengmei, and laughed in a low voice while pursing their lips: "Look, I was ridiculed by them again, and I can't easily spare you this time!" ”

It turns out that this Liu Mengmei is a good Longyang, and he has some heads and tails with the young man of the Cheng family at the head of the town, and Liu's father, as the mayor of Fuchun Town, has a square and old-fashioned temperament, and he holds the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and he can't tolerate half a grain of sand in his eyes.

He was deeply afraid of his father's authority, and thought of a way to have a private meeting with his friends in the Fugui Teahouse, but in the eyes of outsiders, he only hooked up with Xiao Yuan.

Liu Mengmei also smiled: "My father just entered a batch of Longjing pre-rain fine buds from Hangjun, all of them are top-notch goods, get you some to want?" The price is according to the tea farmer, but it can't be lower. ”

Xiao Kite's eyes suddenly sparkled, her jaw was grateful, and she thought about it and asked: "It's not a long-term solution for you to mix like this, and when you finally show your stuffing, I will definitely be involved by you!" ”

Liu Mengmei replied: "When Huang Mei Tian'er is treated, Cheng Lang and I will go to Beijing to catch up with the spring of next year, the mountains are high and Lao Tzu is far away, and he can't control it anymore." After finishing speaking, he didn't stay long, and he shook his fan and went home.

Xiao Yuan closed the door tightly, stepped off the stack, and heard the fortune teller call her loudly: "Mrs. Xiao looks at her complexion, she is the head of fortune, why don't you draw a lot to calculate a hexagram?" ”

She was secretly amused, who in this town didn't know that today was the day she went to Shen's house to ask for silver, but she didn't say anything, pinched the money and threw it into the bucket: "Inherit your old auspicious words!" ”

Seeing her back swinging away from her waist, the diviner stretched out his two fingers and dug for a long time before he found out the copper plate: "A tricky little widow!" ”

scolded in his mouth, clutched the money and asked Mrs. Cao to change the meatloaf to eat.