You're such a talent. If Ling Er had only admired his profound historical knowledge before, Mr. would have begun to envy his profound knowledge.

Let's ask, who is idle to memorize old books like "Mai Shenxiang" and "Push Back Picture"?

Even if there is, at most, colleges and universities are researching for academic purposes, or some social people are self-taught, combining theory with practice, and summing up a set of astrology suitable for Chinese themselves, after all, money is in other people's pockets, and if you want people to take it out, you have to have a little level.

Otherwise, it is still embarrassing to be accused of being a liar.

"Who wouldn't endorse? I just don't have anything to do. Wen Chunhua said, "Who would have thought that this thing could still be used." ”

"Would you like to show me a picture?" Ling Erxin or not?

He's quite entangled himself.

If you want to believe it, he will be a qualified successor of socialism in the future, and feudal superstition is unacceptable.

If you don't believe it, he has been reborn, and it is not appropriate to slander Lord Hades, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Taishang Kaitian Zhifu Imperial Calendar contains the true body of the Dao Haotian Jade Emperor God, the God of Rain, Fengbo, Wugu, Zhang Tianshi and many other great gods.

"What do you have to see? The lips do not cover the teeth, and they cause trouble. Wen Chunhua only cared about the sheep bones in his hands, and didn't even look at Ling Er.

"I..."

Did this conscience let the dog eat?

It's hard for Ling Er to be so good to him!

The others laughed.

Wang Gang said, "This can be seen accurately. ”

"What is accurate, this is a fact, sitting in the pit with your eyes is not sparing people." Wen Chunhua was not polite at all.

"What about me? Look at me. Qiu Shaojie also joined in the fun.

"You?" Wen Chunhua sneered, "The rat's teeth are thin, and they can pull out their farts." ”

"You're deliberately retaliating." It's just that Qiu Shaojie is stingy, every time he goes there to eat, Qiu Shaojie rushes to eat with him.

Moreover, every time Ling Er asked him to bring something back, Qiu Shaojie was reluctant.

Wen Chunhua tore off a piece of meat from the bone, so naturally he didn't have time to talk to him.

At noon, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and there was no business at the stalls.

Ling Er leaned over to Wen Chunhua's bookstall and asked, "Do you want to show me again?" ”

"You have to believe in science, don't engage in feudal superstition." Wen Chunhua said righteously, "This thing just sounds happy, don't take it seriously." ”

"yes, I just want to get a win." Ling Er said with a grin.

"Asking for a lottery?" Wen Chunhua frowned, then shook his head and said, "You're forcing me to lie." ”

"What? My life is so miserable? Ling Er was smiling on his face, but his heart was actually full of joy, couldn't he even try to comfort him?

Wen Chunhua said, "The shallow life is thin, the blessings are few, and the burden of a thousand catties is not in line with your situation, how chic you are now, how old you are, and there is so much money." ”

"This is in line with the facts, it's okay," Ling Er breathed a sigh of relief, this was a true reflection of his current life! Isn't he carrying a thousand pounds of burden? He smiled and said, "You don't know the situation at home, I'll talk to you again when I have time." ”

"Don't say it, don't say it." Wen Chunhua waved his hand and said, "Young man, what kind of color do you want." ”

"Don't." Ling Er smiled and said, "Tell me the truth. ”

"Not allowed." Wen Chunhua looked embarrassed and joked, he was willing, but Ling Er treated him well, he couldn't deliberately say mean things.

But to tell a lie, right?

He has no psychological burden to deceive others, but he can't bear Ling Er.

Why?

Because this little cub is intimate!

His own son dislikes him and doesn't hesitate to take care of him!

Look, this outsider, without the slightest interest relationship, has no blood relationship, is so good to him!

What kind of spirit is this!

"Say it." Ling Er was a little impatient, the old guy was slurping.

"Hey, the omen is not good, you have no support for your hair forward, and you will lose your forehead and eyebrows to your parents," Wen Chunhua looked at Ling Er with a sneer, "Look at it, I don't want to say it, you have to let me say it." ”

"Hey, it's all fate." Ling Er sighed heavily.

"What do you mean?" Wen Chunhua was puzzled, could it be that he was right again?

Ling Er said with a smile, "My parents are divorced, no one cares, and they are all self-reliant. ”

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense." Wen Chunhua wanted to give Ling Er a little comfort, but the books in his head were not enough to face the situation in front of him, so he said after a while, "There are times in life when you have to have them, and there are times in life when you don't have to ask for them." ”

"Then you'll show me the fortune again?" Ling Er asked with a smile.

"Then you still need to ask?" Wen Chunhua said, "Rich and noble, there is nothing better than you." ”

"Really? You didn't get me? Ling Er asked.

"I'm going to get you to you," Wen Chunhua said, "However, you kid will be rich in the future, so you can't forget me." ”

"It's as if I'm poor now." Ling Er pursed his mouth disdainfully, and asked some more questions, and then Wen Chunhua's answer was a bit bullish.

Ling Er was relieved, his fate was not predestined.

The god stick is the god stick, and there is more contempt for it.

In the evening, Wen Chunhua's bookstall did not make a few transactions, but a few women introduced people to him to tell fortunes.

The more he excused himself from telling fortunes, the more others begged him, and even knelt down.

That's how strange it is, people.

He couldn't excuse himself, he could only deal with a few words casually, sometimes he was impatient, asked more, and his attitude was not good, so he put on a face.

However, the people who looked for him didn't care, this is the demeanor of a high-ranking person.

The old man who set up a stall next door to him had no business at all, even if it was clearly written on the banner, no one looked at it.

The old man hated Wen Chunhua so much.

This is a bustling market, he doesn't want to go anywhere else, but he can't compete with Wen Chunhua, so he can only stomp his feet and run to the opposite side, but the business is still bleak.

The next night, Wen Chunhua's wife Li Kaiying came to pick up her man from work, half of her reading was missing, her wallet was bulging, and she couldn't close her mouth happily.

Wen Chunhua only smiled bitterly, it was a book that others bought when they saw that he didn't charge money and took care of him.

"It's so profitable." Li Kaiying turned her back and counted the money in front of a tree, and was so surprised, "This broken bookstall is so valuable?" No wonder they all have to go to the sea to be self-employed. ”

"Hey." Wen Chunhua felt embarrassed, and was embarrassed to say that at home, he had always known himself as an intellectual, and now he was doing a trick, he was afraid that his wife would look down on him, so he didn't have a good temperament, "Okay, put it away quickly." ”

He didn't even notice it, and at the end of the day, his temper had risen.

"Hey, you take the bus, I'll put it away and ride home." As long as a man has earned, what's wrong with a little temper?

Li Kaiying doesn't care.

"I'm with you." After Wen Chunhua helped her pack up the books, she got into the tricycle.