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At noon the next day, at the corner of a crowded old street, a middle-aged man looked at the sky and stood at the gate with a simple fan.

The middle-aged man is Ye Qianlong, there is no customer to tell fortunes all day today, he is also leisurely, there is nothing to do, he simply carries a bench and sits directly at the gate, and there is a small table next to it, and there is a cup of tea on the small table, and he drinks it from time to time, which is very appropriate.

"It's really hot, and I don't know when it will cool down, if only it could rain heavily!"

"Rain? No, it's going to last for 10 days, and then there's a big rainstorm 10 days later. Ye Fan was wearing a white shirt, holding a steaming cold drink in his hand, and sat beside Ye Qianlong.

"You're pinching your fingers again? 10 days, then this city has become grilled dried fish? Ye Qianlong picked up the teacup in his hand, bleated a little, and the simple fan in his hand kept fanning.

"Well, yes, I just calculated it, God, it's arranged like this." Ye Fan looked at the cold drink in his hand that only had half a cup left, and spoke.

"How nice it would be for God to understand our hot pain!"

"Yes, it would be nice if God could understand us!"

Ye Qianlong's exclamation was obviously heard by the fruit farmer who was carrying a stack of fresh fruits, and he immediately nodded in agreement and said in agreement.

"It's been going on like this for almost a month, and the fruit from the fruit trees I planted has been suffocated by the hot sun, so how can I sell it! The guests disliked the fruit being too shriveled, and I guess I had to pick up a basket full of it and eat it with my wife! "This 62-year-old farmer looks as old as 70 years old, and his dark face is evidence of his hard work every day.

In his hunched body, he carried two baskets of fruit on his shoulders, which had been crumpled together, like fruits that had been stored for a quarter, and the first impression was rotten fruit.

"Uncle, you shouldn't be a person who lives around here, right?" Ye Qianlong looked at the fruit farmer and asked.

"Well, I'm from the town next door, and I can't sell fruit, so I want to try my luck on this bustling street."

"Hey, you're a fortune teller?" The swarthy fruit farmer turned his head to look at the flags hanging on both sides of the shop, it was difficult not to see such a domineering sign, although he didn't know all the words, but he could guess a few points based on experience.

"Well, yes, you haven't heard of our store name?" Ye Qianlong bent his body, stretched his neck to look at the old farmer, and said secretly in his heart, "Such a famous shop, who doesn't know the neighbors, four villages and eight roads!" ”

"No, I rarely go to this street." The honest old farmer shook his head, indicating that he had not heard of it.

"No, your township also has my guests, and they didn't spread the word?" Ye Qianlong said it directly naked.

"Not really." Once again, the old farmer denied it.

"Crocodile ......" Ye Qianlong was puzzled, this didn't make sense, he wanted to make a lot of money, but he found that it seemed that those magical and great things that happened in his shop, especially Ye Fan's fortune telling, were so godly!

There should have been a lot of people coming here for a long time, but it seems that the number of guests has not increased.

Ye Fan, who was sitting on the side, was embarrassed, because the memories of those onlookers basically disappeared as they left the store.

"Fortune teller, then you can help me calculate whether my two baskets of fruit can be sold today." The old farmer put down the fruit he was holding on his shoulder, and the whole person squatted at Ye Fan's door, chatting with Ye Qianlong.

"Let me do the math." The simple fan in Ye Qianlong's hand was fanning rhythmically, and the fingers of his fingers were busy.

The old farmer doesn't need Ye Qianlong to count, he also knows the answer, that is, it will definitely not be sold out, who wants some shriveled fruits.

Ye Qianlong looked at the old farmer's old, dark face, and looked at him with a look of loss, and the "can't" that was originally in his mouth turned into "can!" ”

"Hey...... Real drops? Thank you, my old man doesn't have any money, so I'll give it to you as a fruit. The old farmer selected ten good-looking fruits from a basket and gave them to Ye Qianlong and put them on the table.

Ye Qianlong's originally shaking arm stopped in mid-air, he looked at a table of fruits, and then looked at two wooden baskets full of fruits, his face was a little unnatural.

He felt a little guilty, worried that he would not be able to sell out at night, and whether he would look lost.

"Lao Ye, don't worry, this fruit will definitely be sold, you see, it's very sweet!" Ye Fan reached out and took a random fruit from the table, put it on his body and wiped it, and directly bit the peel, the sweet taste.

"Huh?" Ye Qianlong's worried eyes touched Ye Fan, who was eating the fruit in one bite, so he swallowed the deep worry in his heart back into his stomach, and then happily picked a fruit from the table, put it in the palm of his hand and wiped it, and ate it directly.

"Old farmer, don't worry! You're going out with fruit now, and you'll be able to sell it before sunset! Please look at the signboard of our store, the sky and the earth are counted as people, three times a day, one is accurate! ”

Ye Qianlong's face was full of brilliance, and he said loudly to the swarthy old farmer.

"Hey...... Take a little more fruit and eat it. The old farmer smiled happily, I don't know if it was because of Ye Qianlong's words, or because Ye Qianlong and Ye Fan would not look down on his shriveled fruit, and were eating it in a big gulp.

"Uncle, don't give it to me, I'm afraid you won't be enough to sell later!" Ye Qianlong said.

"Okay, I'll lend you good words." After speaking.

The old farmer showed a simple dark smile, then squatted down, picked up the two baskets of fruit tied to the bamboo flat, and left with a squeaky sound ......from the basket and the rope.

"Boy, you're sure he'll sell out, right?" Ye Qianlong said goodbye to the swarthy old farmer with a smile on his face, and then turned his head to look at Ye Fan, who was eating fruit.

"Well, rest assured! You can't go wrong! Ye Fan stood up, patted Ye Qianlong's shoulder, and then took a bite of the fruit and entered the door of the store, and the moment he entered the door, Ye Fan muttered softly.

"Heavenly Dao, listen to my orders! Give me a heavy rain that lasts for 4 hours. ”

A gust of wind blew from the gate in an instant, rolling up Ye Fan's white T-shirt clothes, and at the same time blowing the hair of Ye Qianlong, who was sitting at the door.

This breeze is the response of the Heavenly Dao!

"Click! Click! Ye Fan chewed the fruit in his mouth, and a picture appeared in his mind, this picture was the old farmer who had just left with the fruit.

I saw that in order to avoid the rain, he hid under the building at the entrance of Dongjiekou, and there happened to be many pedestrians under the building who were also sheltering from the rain, and they waited for the rain to stop, and directly bought all the fruits of the fruit farmers.

It's just that the fruits they bought were all fresh and delicate fruits, and this rain also injected sweet water into the fruits!

(End of chapter)