"The bad news is that they're a hodgepodge, and you have to be prepared."

I swallowed, trying to hold my mind.

"Okay, I've got it!"

Uncle Ya stared at the door: "The gentleman I found first, there are 20 people in total."

"But now that there is a guard dog outside the door, it is not easy to meet these 20 people."

Truly.

The distance between the baked cake shop and us is only a dozen meters, and so many people will definitely be found when they come in at the same time.

I looked at the wall clock on the wall and suddenly had an idea.

"Uncle, why don't you make more of a mess?"

"What do you mean?"

I leaned into Uncle Ya's ear and whispered, "Let them come while you're talking."

"You personally hand out the tickets, and all the gentlemen sit on the right side, using the bookkeeper as a cover, and you will be safe!"

Uncle Ya stroked his beard with one hand and said approvingly, "It's kind of interesting."

"But how do you communicate with so many people?"

I looked down for a moment, then smiled, "I have my own way."

Afternoon.

Uncle Ya personally stood at the door to greet the guests, and the guests all ridiculed.

"It's weird! Mr. Chan is doing the work of a scholar!"

I was so frightened by this that I could only stand farther away.

According to the rules, the apprentice is with the master, the master is responsible for storytelling, and the apprentice is responsible for collecting money and selling tickets.

The master personally went down, which is indeed a bit inappropriate.

When all the tickets were out, Uncle Ya passed by me and hit me with the back of his hand.

This is the code that we agreed on, and it means that everything is going well.

I retreated to the back, took out half of the burning stick from the back hall, and drew half of the yin and yang fish on the ground.

This method of painting, called the remnant fish, is a means of fixing yin qi.

As the old saying goes, which piece of loess does not bury people.

This is indeed true, the land under everyone's feet has been baptized for thousands of years.

If you really want to be more serious, dig with a pickaxe, and if you can't keep it, you can dig out half of the owner's bones.

But after all, the future generations still have to build the foundation and build a new house, which uses residual fish.

If the remnants of the fish gradually turn gray and white on the ground, it means that the place is not suitable for a yang house, and vice versa.

Some developers look for feng shui from fortune tellers before starting construction, including this one.

Of course, Uncle Ya's teahouse has been established for many years and is very popular.

This remnant fish will only bring a little yin energy, and it won't really do anything.

For the rest, let's wait slowly!

Until Uncle Ya patted Xingmu for the second time, today's book was finished.

And I'm in the back hall, and my heart has hit rock bottom.

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, I poked my head out, and Uncle Ya looked back and seemed to glance at me.

"People are coming, why don't you come out?"

Looking at a little bit of the sun in the west, all I have left is a wry smile now.

"No need to come out, I've already tried."

"Huh? How so?"

I put away my smile, and only bitterness remained on my face: "They can't even perceive the most basic yin qi."

"Smack!"

I clapped my hands and spread them out in front of Uncle Ya: "You say, what kind of Taoist priest is this?"

Obviously, I was not good on the first day of school, and I could only pin my hopes on Ji Canghai and Chen Jiayan.

I saw that the time was almost up, and I sent them a text message asking them to come back through the back door.

Finally in the evening, Ji Canghai and Chen Jiayan rushed back one after another.

I looked up at the door, "Where's Xiaobai?"

"I'm here!"

Xiaobai dragged two huge backpacks and weakly got in through the back door.

As soon as he entered, he sat down on the ground and screamed, "Dead! Dead man! I'm going to be tired."

Ji Canghai threw the melon seeds on the table: "If you shout again, you will become a dead person now."

Seeing that they were exhausted, I swallowed all the words and just squeezed out one sentence.

"I'll ask San'er to get some food, and go to bed after eating."

Ji Canghai half-leaned on the table and shouted, "What's your situation?"

I paused and looked back at him, not expecting him to ask about it.

"I, I'm ......"

I smiled and shook my head, "That's it."

"Hey."

Chen Jiayan also sighed: "I did accept a few people, but it was all for fun."

"I'm not much better."

Ji Canghai took a cigarette in his mouth and muttered, "All of them are as weak as chicken cubs, let alone entering the Everspring Meeting, ordinary martial arts halls can't enter!"

Obviously, it's not just me who is not at a disadvantage.