After two days, Sheng Hansleeve thought that the momentum was enough for her ideal fire, so she changed into clothes and copied the guy in red with anticipation, and walked away majestically.

As the master, Sheng Hansleeve didn't have to set up a stall, she was arranged by the "apprentice" red clothes to sit and wait.

As soon as the booth was set up, someone upstairs greeted him, "The old gentleman is here, and Xiao Langjun is early!" ”

Red's expression stiffened and subtle and smiled back faintly.

Sheng Han's sleeves were happy, holding back his smile and pretending to be serious, pinching his fake beard and shouting unhurriedly, "Touch bad luck, count it as three days......"

The words on the small flags erected on both sides also changed to "Bad luck, count three days; Accident-proof, low price".

The word "bad luck" has spread in this area in the past two days, and some of the people who came up at this time were curious to be touched and tried before, and some were interested in rumors.

"Sir, you say 'low price', how low is it?"

Sheng Hansleeve raised two fingers, "The old man has only recently arrived in the capital, so he is not greedy - count it once, if there is no bad luck, give Sanwen money." But if there is, it depends on the situation. For example, is it a catastrophe that can affect lives? Of course, it's better to break the fortune and eliminate the disaster! ”

The three cents here are indeed not much, she has understood, and it is roughly equal to the modern six cents.

I learned from the red clothes that there are many rich and noble families in this area, and the rest are basically at the level of being well-off, and the three dollars are not worth mentioning to them.

"Tsk, I'll just say that this old man is still trying to cheat money, the words are not clear, he is digging a pit for people to jump, you jump in and wait for him to open his mouth!"

The young man under the corridor diagonally opposite raised his voice and sneered, his eyes full of disdain when he stared at Sheng Han's sleeves.

"If you are afraid of being deceived, why bother to tell my fortune to the old man? I've got it here, and I'll come back later, and if what I've said has not been fulfilled, come to me to settle accounts. She wasn't annoyed.

Seeing that few of the onlookers paid attention to his words, the young man sneered at "a bunch of fools" and walked away knowing that he was bored.

"Old man, don't care about that person, he is born to look at no one well, come and calculate it for me." A strong man sits down in front of a stall.

Because the base price set by Sheng Han's sleeve is too low, they think that everyone will not be bad luck recently, or they will not be unlucky, and they will not be able to suffer a loss once.

Besides, there is the effect of the last time, and everyone chatted in private, what is the real situation, and whether the old gentleman is accurate or not, it couldn't be clearer.

Most of them know each other and know each other, this fortune teller is a new face, why deceive the people around him for the sake of life?

"It's good, it's good, it's fine." Sheng Hansleeve said the same thing many times, and many sanwen coins were thrown into her clay pot, and few of them were found to be "possessed by bad luck".

Even if she is found to be unlucky, the silver she asks for is not much, and she is even more favored.

But Sheng Hansleeve's heart is very entangled, on the one hand, she really wants to have someone who is going to be unlucky recently, so that she can make a lot of money.

And when she found out that there was really a person who was in trouble, she didn't have any worries about messing around.

Anyway, God has blessed her with a gold finger that crosses and aggravates the birth, how can she make good use of it!

"This son, dare to ask if there is a square well in your yard?" Sheng Hansleeve solemnly asked the man in brocade clothes and rich and noble who sat over this time.