Rattle!

The young man reached out and took it.

"Shhhh

"Bah, what are you talking about, it's the same as the gentleman who said he was dancing the gods." Someone scolded, "How can Mr. Qi'an do things the same way?" ”

The scolded person laughed twice, and said in his heart, Mr. Qi'an is even more weird, okay?

"So what to do now?"

"That kid kept crying, and on the day the person who couldn't do it had an accident, he was probably scared." Someone said.

The boy stretched out his fingers, slender and slender, very good-looking, this is the hand of a reader! Someone sighed.

The fingers were trimmed cleanly, one finger was pointed at the child's forehead, and the rattle sounded.

"Wake up!"

The sound of the rattle shook the sky, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the child's crying was also unheard in the sound of the rattle.

"One sing, three cry!" The rattle was a little strange, like a trumpet from somewhere, and it shook rhythmically.

The sound of the earth-shattering rattle became smaller and smaller, and the crying child stopped crying at some point, sucking his fingers and opening his round eyes curiously at the shaking rattle.

A child's laughter rang out.

"Eh, smiled!"

"I really don't cry anymore!"

The people on the side were more excited than the young man and the mother and child who were sitting in the middle, and some people learned the movements and manners of the young man, pointed at the foreheads of the others, and sang: "Wake up! A cry and three crying! Do you feel anything? ”

", I don't feel anything." The others waved his hand impatiently, and immediately looked at the young man excitedly: "Mr. Qi'an is so powerful!" ”

"Nonsense, of course Mr. Qi'an is amazing!"

The boy stuffed the rattle into the child's hand, and the child stretched out his fingers, held the rattle tightly, looked around curiously, and then opened his mouth and let out a sound: "Drum!" ”

"Drums!" "Drums!" ……

The child was delighted with the words he had just learned to recite the sermon.

"Yo, the little stool can still talk!" The woman was overjoyed, "I couldn't speak before, but now when I see Mr. Qi'an, I can speak!" ”

No matter what you say, being able to speak is something to be happy about.

"Not only can you summon spirits, but you can also open your mind!"

"It's still Mr. Qi'an!"

"This is the really powerful person, when I was in my mother's house, those warlocks and liars needed a lot of money to help out, Mr. Qi'an only had 30 yuan, what can he do with 30 yuan?"

"Yes, Mr. Qi'an is a really good person!"

……

In the midst of the praise, the young man sat there, looking around calmly, and many nearby vendors moved their stools to Mr. Qi'an and sat down.

The young man's life is good-looking, he has real skills, he doesn't collect money indiscriminately, and the most important thing is that he is easy to talk and looks approachable.

Someone asked: "Sir, my stall business is not good, do you have any tricks that can make me more money, just like Lao Zhang Silk Village?" ”

"Cut, what do you want? The old Zhang Silk Village has an inscription written by Mr. Xu Changshan, what do you have? ”

"Mr. Xu's Mobao is a thousand words!"

"Anyway, some time ago, Old Lady Xu and Little Master Xu still came, but Mr. Qi'an was not there."

The people were talking.

The young man just laughed and didn't seem to care.

The person who asked on the side couldn't help but be a little excited: It seems that he has no relationship with Mr. Qi'an, otherwise why would Mr. Qi'an ignore him?

Clinker, just thinking like this, Mr. Qi'an suddenly turned his head, looked at him, and then spoke, his eyebrows frowned: "You...... Is it selling paper? ”

The owner of the paper shop who asked nodded hurriedly, and the people on the side also took two steps back when they heard this.

"Oops, what are you doing, stepping on my foot!" Someone shouted.

"I didn't mean to."

"What are you doing backwards with nothing to do?"

"Paper-tied pavement." The man gathered the red clothes on his body, and his expression was a little indescribable: "Unlucky! ”

Oh, the paper is paved!

Everyone stepped back, fearing that they would be touched. This business of the dead is unlucky!

The owner of the paper shop smiled bitterly: "I don't know if I should hope that my business will be good or that my business will be bad every day." "Business is good, it's not good, business is not good, he can't eat anymore.

"The problem is not small!" The boy nodded.

The owner of the paper shop was very excited: "Mr. Qi'an, is there any way you can help me?" ”

"Help? How can I help! Some onlookers shouted, "You can't expect a few more people to leave for the sake of your business, this is a big New Year, it's unlucky." ”

"Yes, yes! Bad luck! "I'm going back to washing." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

……

Ying Harmony is endless, the owner of the paper shop smiles bitterly, everyone doesn't expect him to have a good business in this shop!

"It's really unlucky." The young man smiled, "As for the white business, you don't have to look forward to coming, but it's not like you can't sell these burnt paper money or something." ”

The owner of the paper shop lit up when he heard this: "Please help me, sir." As he spoke, he took out a hang of thirty coins from the bag beside him and prepared to hand it over.

"I don't need money for this, I'm just pointing." The young Mr. Yin Yang looked at him and didn't move, but said: "The area in the east of the city should be a little unclean, and they should need your paper money very much, so you might as well find a way to sell it there." ”

To the east of the city, that land is rich! The hearts of the people.

That's when someone spoke up.

"But I do think I've heard that there's something going on in some of the prefectures." A citizen spoke up, "My brother's neighbor and her daughter work in the family of a person surnamed Xue in the east of the city, and I heard that it seems that she came back with the newly returned young lady." The two ladies in the house are arguing! ”

"Surname Xue? Cheng? The young man seemed a little surprised.

At this moment, someone spoke up: "The surname Xue is rare, in the east of the city, it is surnamed Xue, there should be only one household!" ”

"Huaiguo Mansion." Something good had already come out, and by the way, he asked the young man proudly, "Mr. Qi'an, am I right?" ”

The young man just smiled and did not speak.

However, in the eyes of everyone, it is a tacit acquiescence.

"But then again, there's always something strange about this kind of big family. The last time I went back to my house, the merchant went to the east of the city to sell the goods, and I saw a woman wearing a middle coat and a cape running out. ”

"Then a bunch of people came out of the house and shouted, 'Madame, Madame,' and they took them back. Come out quickly, go fast, and in a blink of an eye, there is no one in front of the door, and I am scared to death. ”

"I forgot my surname, because it was the back door, I didn't write which one it was, and the merchant in my family was timid, and he didn't dare to ask, for fear of being harmed, and it was better to have more than one thing, so he ran away."

"There is another family that scatters paper money around the house, and this one is even more unbelievable, and it can't be said that it can't be said." The woman covered her lips and did not dare to speak, looking around in panic, for such a woman who likes to talk and laugh, and has a long tongue, there is almost nothing that can scare her, if she refuses to say, then it is really that the family background is too big to talk nonsense.

Everyone was disappointed, and turned their heads to look at the young Mr. Yin and Yang, but the young man was stunned: "Why don't you go to find the people of the Yin and Yang Division with these strange things?" ”