"No, no!"

"No one wants to cheat the money?"

"Look at your good looks, you can find a shop to be a buddy, and you can earn food and clothing, why bother doing this trick and abduction!"

The people avoided him, laughing at him and laughing at him.

Wu Banxian sighed, "You ask the gods to worship the Buddha every day, but now that the gods have come to you, you don't cherish them."

He walked to the front of a stall selling umbrellas, looked at the stall owner with a smile and asked, "Old man, I'll give you a divination, how about you give me a tael of silver?"

The stall owner was an old man in shabby clothes, who had carved furrows across his face with his age, and bent over his waist all year round.

The old man did not laugh at the young Taoist priest, he pointed to the bamboo umbrella on his stall and said, "Daoist, you see, the little old man sells for twenty wen for an umbrella, and if you want to scrape together enough for one tael of silver, you have to sell fifty umbrellas. But Xiao Lao'er only sold a handful in total today, and only got twenty wen, if you want it, you can take it to the emergency, and I can't take it out if you have more."

As he spoke, he squirmed out a handful of copper plates from his cloth bag and held them in his hands.

The number of onlookers increased, and some people recognized the old man and persuaded him, "Don't be deceived by him, you can't eat enough yourself, and you still go to help others?"

"It's only twenty wen to be deceived." The old man put the copper plate in Wu Banxian's hand, "When you go out to beg for a living, everyone has a difficult time. The Taoist chief will take it and buy steamed buns."

Wu Banxian looked at the copper plate in his hand with a face, his face was a little more serious, and he solemnly made a long gesture.

"The elderly are grateful. These twenty texts are worth one or two pieces of silver. I'll tell you a fortune."

The old man waved his hand, "There is no need for divination, the old man is just a man who makes and sells umbrellas, he only asks for food and clothing every day, and there is nothing to ask."

Wu Banxian refused to give up, "Since you want food and clothing, then this half immortal will give you food and clothing."

He picked three of the pile of copper coins and scattered them on the ground.

"Tomorrow is upright, the southeast is located, and you can make a fortune." Wu Banxian put away the copper plate and said, "The old man will take all the umbrellas in the family tomorrow and go there to make a fortune."

Someone sneered, "Tomorrow's Shangyuan Festival Lantern Festival, the old people have seen the sky, and there is no rain!"

"The government has also posted a notice, and Qin Tianjian said that the day will be fine. I heard that the emperor is going to climb high in the palace to see the grand occasion of the Long Street Lantern Festival!"

Wu Banxian didn't argue with them either, and said slowly, "Yes or no, we'll know tomorrow."

He saluted the old man again, "Old man, this is the chance, remember to bring all the umbrellas, a thirty wen!"

I'm afraid he won't say it, according to this old man's honesty, he doesn't know the truth of sitting on the ground and starting the price.

The old man looked up at his old face, thirty wen? Who's going to buy it?

Wu Banxian didn't say anything more, hugged the flag, and continued to move forward.

"Measure the good and evil of heaven and earth, and the blessing and misfortune of the world!"

"The iron mouth is straight off, one hexagram and one tael of silver!"

No one took his crazy words to heart, only regretted that the honest stall owner was scolded for twenty yuan.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shangyuan Festival.

Early in the morning, the sky is clear and the sun rises in the east.

By the end of the evening, the weather was fine, and there was no sign of rain on a cloudy day.

There were the people who had experienced the events of yesterday, looked at the sky, smiled and muttered, "Look how the mad Taoist priest has fulfilled this lie."

The long street in the capital, as well as the bustling streets nearby, have been set up sheds, and all kinds of lanterns have been hung out in preparation for tonight's lantern festival.

Many small vendors selling food have found a place to set up stalls.

The old man who sold umbrellas had already gone to the long street in the southeast early and set up a stall on the side of the road at the outermost part of the Lantern Festival. His two sons followed, hauling two carts full of umbrellas.

The people passing by were quite amused when they saw that they had placed so many umbrellas, "The lantern festival sells umbrellas, and it is also a scene tonight."

"I heard that I was cheated out of money by a crazy Taoist priest, and I got such a hexagram, saying

He is making a fortune today. He took it seriously!"

"Hahaha......

This is an inconspicuous stall, but anyone passing by will be curious, and many people know about the crazy Taoist priest and the old man who dreams of making a fortune.

The two sons sighed.

The eldest son looked up at the red sunset in the west, and said with a sad face, "Dad, we have all become a joke in the capital. It's almost time, and there's no rain coming."

The hunchbacked old man sat on the ground, looking at the pedestrians on the street, and did not speak.

He's just trying, what if it works? Then the spring days will be better this year.

Even if it doesn't work, it's just a waste of effort.

The sky is getting darker, the moon is hanging high, the lanterns on the long street are lit up, and the number of pedestrians is increasing.

Those who enjoy the lanterns, guess riddles, look for food, and pedestrians rub shoulders one after another.

But just when everyone was in high spirits, the bright sky darkened, dark clouds covered the moon, and black ink surged.

The pedestrians were stunned and looked up at the sky.

The dense rain fell on the face, cold and earthy.

It's been sunny all day, and no one believes that it will rain tonight, and no one will be burdensome with an umbrella, which will spoil the interest of swimming.

Some people go to the restaurant and tea house on the side of the road to hide from the rain, but the restaurant and tea house are already overcrowded, and some people think of the old man who sells umbrellas.

"There are umbrella sellers at the west end of Long Street!"

"Let that Taoist priest be right! It's just unitary! It's raining!"

The loneliest part of the long street suddenly became lively.

The old man and his two sons changed their previous dejected heads, with a smile on their faces, and hurriedly collected money and handed over umbrellas.

Thirty texts. No one is too expensive, and no one picks the colors like usual, as long as you can grab an umbrella.

The rain in spring is not big, but it is very annoying, thin, through the cold, endless. If you go home in the rain, I'm afraid it will be a cold. A wind chill, watching the doctor catch the medicine, but thirty wen is enough.

Soon, the two-carriage full of umbrellas was sold out. There are also people who come to buy umbrellas.

The two-carriage umbrella was tied by a family of several people in the winter, and it was planned to be sold in the spring. But in just one night, they were all sold out. And it's a handful of thirty texts.

The father and son sat on the cart, surrounded by three heavy money bags, and their ancestors and grandchildren had enough food and clothing for a year.

Until this point, they were still a little unrelieved, and they were as stunned as ever.

"Dad, that Wu Banxian is actually right?"

The old man looked up in the drizzle, "Hmm. He is an immortal cultivating on the mountain, and he has come down to the mortal world to practice."

Some officers and soldiers shouted along the long street, "Don't accept lanterns!" "Get all the lanterns out of the shed!"

Because the emperor still wants to see it.

But it didn't work, the lanterns were all papier-mâché, and they couldn't stand drenching, and they quickly went out when they hung outside, and the whole long street dimmed.

With the dimming of the people, there is also the enthusiasm of the people to visit the lantern festival, as well as the good interest of Emperor Qingming to enjoy the lanterns.

Emperor Qingming held the queen's hand, stood in the phoenix tower he specially built for the queen, and admired the sea of lights.

But with an unexpected spring rain, the heavens and the earth were bleak and defeated.

Emperor Qingming pressed the unhappiness in his eyes, turned his head to look at the thousands of queens beside him, and said with a warm smile, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil, it is a good sign."