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The autumn is crisp, the old man who sells steamed buns is shouting, and the children sitting under the fence in the yard are holding dates in one hand and grass in the other, looking at Shi Yiguang who is going around the corner through the crack in the fence.

While rubbing the jujube on the body, the bite is crispy.

When he saw Shi Yiguang coming out of the corner of the wall again, Shi Yiguang had already held two big pears in his hands.

He spit out the jujube kernel in his mouth and stood up with his eyes widened.

"You're stealing pears!" Xiao'er stood on the other side of the fence, holding two jujubes in his hand holding the fence, and looked at Shi Yiguang incredulously.

"What do you mean by stealing? Is it good to pick it up? Shi Yiguang turned his head, glanced at the little radish, and then compared the two pears in his hand and handed them over: "Nuo, give you one, eat more and plug your mouth." ”

The little radish head took the pears handed by Shi Yiguang, wiped them on the placket, looked up at Shi Yiguang, and asked, "Did you really pick it up?" ”

Why didn't he see anything fall from the bottom of the pear tree several times?

Shi Yiguang nodded, responded perfunctorily, and then walked to the straw mat and sat down.

Leaning against the willow tree, bending his legs, with a bamboo roll on his head, he looked at the bamboo roll while nibbling on a large pear.

A big pear, quenching thirst, but not full.

Not long after Shi Yiguang finished eating, he was hungry again.

She turned her head to look at the old man shaking a fan not far away. The eyes narrowed.

When she came to Chu with Anyang and them, she was also penniless.

There's no money, isn't she capable of another body?

Shi Yiguang got up, took a book, and walked towards the steamed bun not far away.

"Uncle, how is business today?" Shi Yiguang walked to the burden, and the bamboo roll in his hand pointed to the burden placed in front of the old man.

The old man looked at the little boy standing in front of him, fanned the few flies on his shoulder, and replied: "Mid-autumn, they are all busy and have no business." ”

"It's not the season, it's your wrong position." Shi Yiguang raised his head, looked at the old man in front of him, and spoke.

When the old man heard this, he looked up at Shi Yiguang: "Location, how is my position wrong?" I buy steamed buns here every day, and sometimes business is good. ”

Shi Yiguang shook his head and looked at the old man in front of him: "When business is good, is it in the second season of spring and winter?" ”

When the old man heard this, he tilted his head and thought about it, and then turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang: "You say this, it's true." ”

"I'm a scholar, and I'm a little familiar with divination, so how about I'll calculate a hexagram for you and give you a location?" Shi Yiguang looked at the old man in front of him and said, "If you go to the place I occupied to set up a stall, business will definitely be better." ”

The old man listened in disbelief, the speed of the grass weaving fan in his hand slowed down, and his somewhat hesitant gaze swept over the book in Shi Yiguang's hand, and hesitated: "Count a hexagram, how much?" ”

Hearing this, Shi Yiguang stood up straight and waved his hand: "No money, one steamed bun is enough." ”

"Just a bun?" The old man looked up at Shi Yiguang and asked with some disbelief.

"It's just a bun."

"Okay, then you can do the math for me." When the old man heard this, he heartily put down the fan in his hand, stood up, and walked to Shi Yiguang's side.

Shi Yiguang didn't mind, and only put the scroll he was holding behind him. He turned his head to look at the sky around him, then closed his eyes and pinched his fingers.

There are words in the mouth.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a junction not far away: "In summer and autumn, move the stall there." ”

"And then business will be good?" The old man asked rhetorically.

"It's not good to come to me, I'll pay you back ten buns." Shi Yiguang said without hesitation, then lowered himself, took a bun from his burden, and once again swept his gaze over the intersection that Jiang had pointed to.

Then he turned and went down to the willow tree from which he came.

The old man looked at the back of walking away with his bun, frowned, and then turned his head to look at the intersection that the little boy pointed to, hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the flat burden and walked towards the intersection.

Back under the willow tree, after eating the bun, Shi Yiguang found a stone, drew a gossip map in front of the straw mat, and drew Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui, and the five elements.

Shi Yiguang looked at the gossip map in front of him with satisfaction, and patted the ashes on his hands.

Ming'er, hang a fortune-telling banner on the branches of the willow tree, and you can make money.

At this time, the sky was already dark, the number of pedestrians was decreasing, and the smoke was wafting from all directions.

After this day, every day Shi Yiguang went to Ling Yin's Mansion in the morning, returned home at noon and fed the dog, and then came to Chen Yin's courtyard to read books and tell fortunes.

Later, the people in the courtyard simply stopped rushing and ignored it. Let Shi Yiguang lay on his face.

This fortune-telling in the streets and alleys is occasionally encountered, but there are not many.

There are alleys in the east city, and five dollars are counted. It didn't take long for the name of this fortune teller to be known to people who came and went.

Another day, Shi Yiguang got up early, pasted yellow mud on his face, wrapped his hair, fed the dogs, and walked towards Ling Yin's mansion.

Today is the middle of August in mid-autumn. If this day is placed in modern times, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival that every household will celebrate.

What is rare is that in today's world, too. However, it is not called the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the Mid-Autumn Sacrifice Festival. The Son of Heaven worships the Emperor and his ancestors. The feudal princes and commoners should also sacrifice to their ancestors.

Ling Yinfu is a Chu nobleman, and he is of the same origin as the Chu royal family. Chu Ling Yin Xiong Shen is also a brother to the current King of Chu Zhao Xiong Zhen. Today, I will also go with him to sacrifice.

What the specific process is, Shi Yiguang can't say clearly, he has only read a few books of rites, and he has never seen it.

Every day, she went to Xiong Chao's study by herself, and as soon as she entered the house today, she saw Xiong Chao waiting behind the door.

As soon as he saw Shi Yiguang coming, Xiong Chao was overjoyed, took three steps and made two steps, stepped forward and took Shi Yiguang's arm and walked forward.

"Bingwen, you have to help me today!" Xiong Chao grabbed Shi Yiguang's shoulders and lowered his head and whispered.

Shi Yiguang frowned, broke free, and reached out to push Xiong Chao away.

"Push what you push, I'll just say a word!" Xiong Chao took back Shi Yiguang, who was about to break free, tightened his strength, turned his head to look around, looked around, then turned around, nodded at Shi Yiguang, leaned into Shi Yiguang's ear and lowered his voice: "Sacrifice in the palace in the afternoon today, and then there will be a banquet, and at the banquet, I want to compose a poem." You can help me write some later. ”

Probably afraid of being heard, Xiong Chao was extremely quiet, and even the breath of his breath could pick up Shi Yiguang's short ear hair.

"Hmm." Shi Yiguang frowned, pushed Xiong Chao's head away, and responded.

Xiong Chao looked at Shi Yiguang, who promised neatly, let go of the hand holding her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Etiquette and administration, I want a hundred sentences!" ”

Shi Yiguang's feet fell, turned his head to look at Xiong Chao, and glared: "A hundred sentences? Are you dreaming? ”