The red charcoal fire burned. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info bunches of food are grilled on the rack, and the tempting aroma mixed with the smoky smell wafts in the wind.

Ling Feng's expression was focused, and he kept turning over the food. The stall next to it is full of diners.

I didn't come out of the stall last night.

After lunch today, Ling Feng spent several hours marinating rabbit meat and preparing the ingredients. In the evening, I rode a battery tricycle and came to a street in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

The ancestral barbecue skills of the Ling family have a mellow taste. Although I only did business for one night, there were many repeat customers.

The stall has just been set up. A large number of guests have already arrived.

Putting barbecue to do business, Ling Feng is not to make money. One is interest. The second is to disguise one's identity and find out the news.

Cheap and high-quality barbecue food is very popular. From the beginning of the stall, there was an endless stream of customers, and the business was extremely hot.

"Fortune telling, divination of the future...... Friends who have passed by have come to take a look, and they are not allowed to ask for money! ”

When Ling Feng was focusing on barbecue food. There was shouting from the side. The rivers and lakes are full of style.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Banxian wearing sunglasses, crossing Erlang's legs, sitting at a table to solicit business. Ling Feng shook his head.

As he speculated, this guy successfully became the second tenant of the landlord's family with his three-inch incorruptible tongue. I don't know what kind of soup he poured into the landlord Li Zhiguo, not to mention that the rent was halved, and he also rented first and paid later.

When the stall is out at night. This guy also came out with a fart. borrowed tables and chairs from the landlord, took Ling Feng's hitchhiker, and came to the Ming and Qing dynasties to do business.

In the era of catastrophic changes, there is no stomach full, and there are almost no people who are willing to spend money on fortune telling.

Pretending to be a 'master' sat on a cold bench for the night. Seeing that Ling Feng's barbecue stall was doing a good business, Zhang Banxian was a little red-eyed, and couldn't help it anymore, so he shouted and solicited passers-by.

His rough behavior with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, a discerning person can know at a glance that this guy is not a good road. Therefore, despite their best efforts, they have little effect.

"Fortune teller, you said you spent 12 Singapore dollars to set up a stall, can you get back the cost?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but be curious and went over to ask. This is a bald man wearing a red armband, who works in the Ming and Qing Street management office, and is responsible for charging fees from small traders and vendors.

"Director Li, our business will not be open for half a year, and it will be open for half a year."

Zhang Banxian grinned, revealing two large gold teeth. This guy talks to people, talks nonsense when he sees ghosts, and he is very good at talking. Although the stall was set up on the first day, he was already familiar with the bald man who paid for it, so he chatted nonsense when he had nothing to do.

Director Li was shy, holding a bag in one hand and a teacup in the other, and the township cadres were full of posture. Before the catastrophe, he was indeed a cadre in Hongshan Town. On weekdays, he takes care of the Lu family, and after the establishment of the Hongshan settlement, Lu Fang was also interesting enough to find an errand for him to make a living in the street management office.

"Fortune teller, now this world is not as good as before, if you deceive people, the stall will be smashed, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to save your life when you meet a ruthless character!" Director Li looks fat-headed and big-eared, and his heart is not bad. A kind reminder.

"What?

Zhang Banxian took off his sunglasses, revealing a posture of 'don't insult my profession', and pointed to the signboard in front of the table: "Director Li, my iron mouth is straightforward, and it is not false to ask Ji Bu for eight words...... Do you want to believe it or not, try? ”

Seeing that he was straightforward, Director Li was also interested, "Okay, you can calculate it for me, how will my luck be tonight?" After a pause, the man took out three 100 yuan tickets from his purse, and said in a heroic manner: "If the calculation is accurate, the 300 Singapore dollars will be yours!" ”

“OK！”

Zhang Banxian Thief's eyes slid and showed a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous scheme.

These two were more energetic, and immediately attracted the attention of many vendors and pedestrians next to them. Soon, Zhang Banxian's stall was surrounded by people.

Folded fan knocked. This guy looked at Ling Feng triumphantly. Focusing on the barbecue, Ling Feng didn't have time to take care of him, and at the same time, he knew in his heart that this guy was going to use his unique talent to cheat money.

"Friends present, there is a way that is an expert, as soon as you make a move, you will know if there is one!"

Zhang Banxian began to memorize the score, and he said a lot. It wasn't until the crowd around him booed that the guy shut his mouth.

Folding the fan and pointing towards the east end of the street. Zhang Banxian smiled at Director Li and said, "You have a little back in luck tonight, if you don't believe it, if you take two hundred steps forward, there will be a bloody disaster!" ”

Director Li was not happy when he heard it. It's not clear that it's cursing him.

"A small bloody disaster, the skin does not hurt the flesh."

Zhang Banxian saw that the other party was not happy, he clasped his fists, smiled and said: "Director Li, if we are gone, I am willing to beat, scold, and punish, and listen to it!" ”

"Good!"

Director Li was more energetic. Without saying a word, he pulled his legs and walked towards the east end of the street. I was thinking in my heart, when Lao Tzu has walked 200 steps, I will come back and settle accounts with you.

Foresee!

What happened three minutes later. This is Zhang Banxian's innate ability. Although Ling Feng was concentrating on barbecue, he knew the situation here well. He knew in his heart that Zhang Banxian must have used his ability to predict that this Director Li was going to be unlucky.

As long as the other party can walk 200 meters according to Zhang Banxian's words, disaster will definitely happen, and he can't hide from it.

Although Ling Feng knew that Zhang Banxian was fine, it was also the first time he had witnessed it, and his attention was unconsciously attracted to it.

Maybe it's holding my breath in my heart. Director Li's steps were fast, counting as he walked, wanting to complete two hundred steps as soon as possible, and turn back to Zhang Banxian to settle accounts.

"One hundred and ninety-five, one hundred and ninety-six...... One hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred! ”

In less than two minutes, Director Li walked 200 steps. People were far away, waving at Zhang Banxian's side: "Fortune teller, you stinky mouth said that Lao Tzu has a bloody disaster, Lao Tzu is fine!" ”

He yelled. Running back with a shy stomach.

At this moment, the dazzling headlights shone brightly, accompanied by the sound of a rapid whistle.

A military Humvee off-road, passing through the street corner, at a high speed, on a rampage.

Pedestrians dodged on the streets. Director Li, who was bent on finding a magic stick to settle accounts, reacted half a beat slower, and by the time he realized it, the Hummer off-road had already collided.

"Holy!"

This guy is also shrewd. A lazy donkey rolls around, narrowly avoiding. However, under the influence of the force, he could not control his body and directly hit the telephone pole on the side of the road.

"Ugh!"

When you get up. Director Li's face was covered in blood. Several of the front teeth were broken.

"It works!"

In front of the fortune teller's booth. Zhang Banxian knocked on the fan, looked around, and said proudly: "The mountain man is straightforward, saying that he has a disaster tonight, and he will never say anything!" ”

The facts are in front of you. I can't help but be disbelieved.

This fortune teller does have some real skills!

After a brief silence.

A woman took out 30 Singapore dollars, threw them on the table, and asked Zhang Banxian to calculate her future.

"I'm out of fifty! Give it to me, too! ”

"Sir, I'll give you a hundred, let me count first!"

Human nature likes to join in the fun. With the one taking the lead, the crowd behind them was surging, holding banknotes one by one, shouting for the living immortals to approve their lives.

"Don't crowd, come one by one!"

Zhang Banxian sat down unhurriedly, put on sunglasses, looked calm, and began to put on a 'master' shelf again.

Morning.

Send off the last wave of guests. Ling Feng began to close the stall.

"Rich, rich......"

Zhang Banxian took a wad of banknotes, dipped them in the foam and counted them, and by the way, he also threw a show off at Ling Feng. It means that you are tired all night, and you don't earn more than a fraction of mine.

Ling Feng didn't pay attention to him, and took care of his own stall.

Zhang Banxian felt bored, coughed a few times and said, "Xudong, help, take my stall away!" ”

"Okay!"

Ling Feng turned his head and said with a smile: "Give money!" ”

Ask for money!

When Zhang Banxian heard this, he immediately stuffed the banknotes in his hand into his pocket. Put on a posture of 'I have no money, I'm poor'.

Money is life for him. Whoever wants his life, don't talk.

"I can't collect it myself!"

The guy muttered. began to work hard to move tables and chairs. Although he is a Tibetan inheritor, he belongs to a special category, and his physical strength is no different from ordinary people, or even worse.

By the time the tables and chairs were loaded onto the tricycle, they were already tired and sweaty, and they were complaining bitterly.

Ling Feng also put away his belongings. When he was about to go home, he stretched out his hand again at Zhang Banxian, "Car money!" ”

"I'll it! Xudong, let's get acquainted with each other, and now we are still neighbors, and it costs money to take a ride...... Don't forget, at the intersection of Taixing Expressway, my brother and I sent books to you selflessly...... We can't be like this! ”

Zhang Banxian's face flushed and reasoned with Ling Feng. It's a lot of nonsense, but it refuses to pay for it.

"I can give you the money for the book!"

Don't mention it. When it came to it, Ling Feng even more wanted to collect money. A broken book, this lion opened his mouth wide and asked him for 10,000 new dollars.

Now, Ling Feng is just treating others in his own way.

Good things were said for a long time. Zhang Banxian sensed Ling Feng's intentions, and he couldn't do it if he didn't give money. He trembled and pulled out dozens of new coins, gritted his teeth and said, "Here you go!" ”

"Not enough!"

"How much do you want?"

"Forget it, for the sake of our neighbors, it's half of your income tonight!"

"My drop boy, Ling Xudong, don't sell skewers, you kid just go and grab it!"