Asked, "Uncle! What do you want to count? ”

"I want to calculate how many calves my sow can have?"

"Haha!" The onlookers burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? I'm just practical! Piglets are worth a lot this year, and I want to know how much they can sell for first. The man turned around and scolded.

Ling Wanqing also smiled. asked, "It looks like the uncle's pig is going to give birth!" Right? ”

"Yes! It's been half a day! ”

"That's good. I'll do the math for you. It's just that you have to tell me to see your pigs! ”

"It's my house!" The man said and led Ling Wanqing to his pigsty.

Ling Wanqing opened the eye of heaven and looked at the sow's belly, and after counting it repeatedly, she told the man, "This pig can give birth to 15 cubs in this litter." Congratulations! ”

"Wow! Uncle Qingfa! Didn't you post it? People screamed.

Because pigs generally give birth to about 10 cubs in a litter, 15 cubs are rare.

"Didn't you look at people's names? Celebrity! Celebrity! Celebrate your fortune! Ha ha! Someone teased.

The middle-aged man was happy at first, then shook his head. He didn't believe it, thinking that the kid was talking nonsense.

Fortune telling is not a B ultrasound, how can you know how many cubs are in the pig's belly?

He just said that casually, and he didn't believe that it could be calculated.

Some villagers came over to see the excitement, and they wanted to see if it was really 15 cubs as the fortune teller boy said?

Ling Wanqing's heart is not very supportive, those cubs are crowded in the sow's belly, some only show half of their faces, and some only show their tails. Although she counted it repeatedly, it was easy to miss or overcount.

"One, two, three, four......" The sow began to lay calves, and everyone helped to count.

Oh, my God! This sow gave birth to 15 cubs! No more, no less, exactly 15!

The middle-aged man danced happily. Busy with how to take care of the piglets, Zhang Luo fed the sow some delicious food.

"Uncle Qingfa! It's really called a fortune teller! That's 15 cubs! ”

Only then did the middle-aged man remember the fortune telling just now, and hurriedly gave Ling Wanqing a thumbs up.

Her cousins and aunts also gave a thumbs up when they saw this.

Since this fortune-telling kid is accurate, it is best to ask him to know the bottom of his mind.

Ling Wanqing asked her cousin and aunt, "What do you want to count?" ”

"We ......" her cousin glanced at her cousin, not knowing how to put it more appropriately.

They want to calculate that if the bride price money is not returned to the Zhang family, will the Zhang family give up, and will the Ling family be peaceful?

But how can such a thing be said?

So he said: "We want to calculate the bad luck, which is the bad luck of our family." To put it bluntly, will our family have bad luck recently? ”

"That's right! Right! Even if there is no bad thing to come. Her cousin chimed in.

Ling Wanling pretended to ask their birthdays, and then asked their children's birthdays. Then he closed his eyes and muttered a mantra that no one understood.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and asked, "Do you want me to tell the truth, or do you want to tell a lie?" ”

Her cousin and aunt felt bad when they heard her tone, and said in a trembling voice, "Speak, tell the truth." Hopefully, of course, to tell the truth. ”

Ling Wanqing looked at them and said seriously: "It's just that I told the truth, don't scold me." ”

"Nope! No! Her cousin muttered.

"No, it won't! How? Her cousin's voice trembled.