I saw dozens of old ladies in rose-red clothes and white shoes, lined up in two rows, with flowers and flags in their hands, and a big drum in front of them, which was very energetic.

That guy is really the same as what he said in the cross talk - gongs, drums, and firecrackers are ringing in unison.

They knocked as they walked towards the door of the Ippage Pavilion.

When I walked to the door of the store, I didn't move, and I was beating gongs and drums in the open space, which was a lot of fun. The old ladies all stood still, with honey smiles on their faces, and a large crowd of onlookers around them.

I was confused.

and Jiang Meiyue glanced at each other.

Jiang Meiyue looked at them for a while, slapped the table and said, "I know, they are here to beg for money." ”

After saying that, he rushed upstairs, probably taking the money.

When I was a child, we had monkeys to send the God of Wealth - during the Chinese New Year, usually before the New Year. There was always a man with a monkey, a cypress and a stack of red paper, standing at the door of the man and refusing to leave.

People will receive the God of Wealth.

It was only by taking the red paper and cypress in his hand and giving him a little money that he would take the monkey away.

Now there are a large number of old ladies standing at the door who refuse to leave, and Jiang Meiyue specifies that they are here to beg for money, just like the person who sent the God of Wealth. I went upstairs and grabbed a handful of red tickets, stuffed them into one of the old ladies, and told them to go quickly.

When the old lady saw the red ticket, she immediately accepted it.

But he still refused to leave, and a large area of rose red stood still at the entrance of Yipinge. Many people came to watch the fortune-telling street, and they all pointed at Yipinge and the old ladies.

When Jiang Meiyue saw it, she thought that they didn't have much money.

I went up and took out all the red tickets in my wallet, so big a stack, it is estimated that there are thousands. All the brains were stuffed to the old lady at the head.

The old lady was about to laugh off, thinking that she would make a lot of money today.

But they took the money in their hands, and they didn't mean to leave at all.

still smiling with honey on his face, Jiang Meiyue was in a hurry, and he was blown up at that time, with a posture of wanting to fight with the old ladies.

I hugged her and said don't be impulsive, I'll ask who invited them.

"Bang bang bang!"

Another burst of firecrackers rang out, and the old ladies got out of the way, and an Audi drove in. The firecrackers were picked up at each end of the car window with two bamboo poles, and they rang all the way.

The car moved slowly and drove to the door of the store for a long time.

The old ladies all looked at the car, looking earnest, and everyone knew that the owner had invited them.

"It's you!"

I went up and was about to ask him why he had called so many people to the door. saw Yan Changsheng wearing sunglasses and sticking out his head from the car: "Master! I'm here for you! And this guard of honor of flowers, gongs and drums, you see, the row? ”

"Row noodles!"

I had a black line on my face, thinking that in the past, in a small county town, I didn't often see old ladies dressed up and banging gongs and drums on the street to promote real estate companies or something.

This Yan Changsheng has lived in a big city for so long, why do you still like this?

What a nuisance to the people.

Yan Changsheng got out of the car at once, and the two people behind him carried a big bamboo pole in their hands, wrapped in a thick layer of yellow cloth. Needless to say, this is the pennant sent by Yan Changsheng.

As soon as he gave the order, the two subordinates carried the pennant to the door of Yipinge.

He also pulled me over, and he stood on the left and he stood on the right, and he opened the pennant, and I didn't remember a long list of things written on it, but I only remembered what kind of magic was rejuvenated.

Doesn't that describe the miracle doctor?

I couldn't help but smile.

At this time, more and more people came to see this pomp and circumstance.

Many old men and old ladies even came to ask what happened to the fortune-telling street.

Yan Changsheng took advantage of the crowd to publicize my glorious deeds and how I had saved his life or something. The rhetoric is advocating, as if I and Changchun Zhenrenqiu are reincarnated.

Not to mention, Yan Changsheng's writing is really good, and it is quite interesting to talk about my deeds. It's a pity not to write about this talent.

The people around listened to it, and most of them were convinced - the main Yan Changsheng spoke too loudly and emotionally. Everyone talked about it, okay, this young man is not very old, and his skills are not small.

The other part, who doesn't believe in gods or ghosts, just watch it as a lively one, and Yan Changsheng left as soon as he finished speaking.

There are only a small number of peers in the fortune-telling street, who usually shake turtles for divination and ask for incense or something. Most of the old men and old ladies pointed at me, saying that the little baby knew the hype, and the hair was not yet fully grown before he dared to fish in Mr. Yin and Yang's business.

Thanks to Yan Changsheng's set of noodles, I have a name in the fortune-telling street.

After a while, an old man and an old lady came to the door and asked me if I could show me a cemetery feng shui and choose a longevity board or something. The old men and old ladies are old, and most of the time they think about what they will do if they die, for fear that one day they will kick their feet and the people will take their bodies out and throw them off.

Jiang Meiyue and I were busy registering them, and we agreed on a time to visit them before sending them away one by one.

After all this, it was half past eleven in the morning.

Yan Changsheng also dismissed the honor guard, but he didn't leave himself, so he had to take me to dinner. It was difficult to be enthusiastic, so I had to call Jiang Meiyue and Jiang Pingchuan and go out with Yan Changsheng.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a group of people not far away.

It was like watching the bustle of Yipin Pavilion in the morning, and those were all in a circle, forming a thick wall of people, and from time to time there were one or two muffled sounds from the human wall, and there was a man's crying voice.

Someone was beaten?

No way?

When these people see someone being beaten, they don't dissuade or call the police, why are they still like a melon-eating crowd?

He watched from the sidelines, and from time to time showed a compassionate expression, as if from his own God's perspective, the suffering of others was none of his business.

When I see this, can I bear it?

I squeezed in.

Sure enough, there were two people on the ground, a man and a woman.

The man's twenty-four or fifth looks, his eyes are dull, and he seems to be a little mentally abnormal. The woman was forty or fifty years old, and her hair was now scattered on her shoulders, looking embarrassed. His eyes were red, and his face was covered with tears and red marks.

Obviously, it looks like he has just been beaten.

The two look very similar, and at a glance people can tell that they are mother and son.

The man began to cry again, and his voice followed that of a baby fish—they all knew that the baby fish cried like a baby crying in a cave, and it was very infiltrating.

I wondered all of a sudden, obviously my mother was beaten, why was this stupid son crying?

Could it be that he ran away?

When the woman heard the man crying, she went up and hugged him, patted him on the back and touched his head. Who knows, the man hugged his mother's back and gave her two punches firmly.

The woman's eyes can't be covered by water in the eye circles.

But she still hugged the man, patted him on the back and said in dialect: "Son, you fight, you fight." As long as you can dissipate your anger, you can kill your mother! ”

The man's eyes were dilated and unfocused, and his pupils were only the size of a grain of rice.

It is said in the book that the smaller the pupils, the lower the emotional intelligence and IQ of the person, and to a certain extent, he is a fool and idiot. Even if you are not an idiot and have no brains in ordinary things, this kind of person is best dealt with.

And the man's pupils are small to the point of an idiot.

It looks really crazy.

But as soon as he heard the woman's words, his eyes widened with anger, and the woman unceremoniously punched her, but the woman was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, but she was not angry at all, and she called her son with tears in her eyes.

I'm Nima.

Even if this is mentally ill, how can anyone beat his mother like this?

But the son didn't do anything, he cried after the fight, and beat again after crying. It was as if he had lost his memory for a while, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and then remembered it again, and honestly gave him a few blows.

No, the fist was raised again.

I couldn't stand it, so I went up and grabbed his hand, and asked sharply, "What's the matter with you, how can you beat your mother?" ”