Hua Bo stayed in his own house, it was still raining outside, and the sound of the rain was dripping, just like people's sorrow, lingering, cutting and untidying. Xiaohua sang in the house, the singing was beautiful, and the passers-by should stop and listen quietly for a while, and then leave with a smile.

It was a nice rainy day. Hua Bo looked out while weaving straw sandals in the house, these straw sandals he made had no business in rainy days, and people would buy him only when the weather was clear, otherwise, he would not be able to walk a few steps on these straw sandals on a rainy day, and the shoes would not be a good thing.

However, in order to save money, even if it was a rainy day, Hua Bo still wore his own straw sandals, so he went on the road to see the god operator of Lu Zhen, because the thing he handed over to him had been completed, and he offended the gods with the package adjustment scheme, so that the god operator could show his strength to it, and even act unscrupulously, trying to make his money, and even kill his life. Hua Bo wore his own straw sandals, stretched out an umbrella, and set out on the road to Luzhen, no matter what, he had to report the great news to the gods.

The god operator stayed by his stall that day, because it was raining, the business was not good, there were few pedestrians, and the weather was a little cold, so people walked past his stall and left without looking at it. Coupled with Shaoqiu's reading, ordinary stupid people, influenced by this reader, have somewhat understood some truths, although they are not very opposed to this fortune-telling, but they are not as enthusiastic as before.

Thinking of this, the god operator was very uncomfortable, gritting his teeth and cursing in his heart, as long as this scholar dies and people no longer believe in the truth of this book, he will have a large number of customers. Otherwise, the coldness of business is almost outrageous, and what kind of hatred do you have with this Shaoqiu in your previous life, and you have to treat each other like this in this life?

The god operator wept. Because a day has passed, the income is very little, such a meager income, it is not enough to plug the gaps, and it is almost impossible to go to those places to prostitute or something.

The god operator thought more than once that he jumped into the river and died, because of the hardships of this time, it was almost to the point of drinking the northwest wind, and if he continued like this, in a few years, his small stall might still be smashed. Because all the people believe in this scholar, where is it for themselves, and do people have a conscience to give themselves a bite to eat?

Every time I think of this, the god operator has to pound the bed and yell, because the hardships of the time, I really can't get by, but I have no power to bind the chicken, plus I am sick, I always have asthma and cough, people say that it is tracheitis, and from time to time I have to prostitute my cousin, so that my physical strength is declining, and sometimes I can't even walk, if I have to do some heavy physical work such as carrying burdens, this is not possible in any case. In that case, I might as well die, because my physical strength is not good, I can only pick such a dozen pounds of things, and if I have more, it can only be tired.

If it weren't for that, why would the divine operator set up such a small stall in this Lu Town? It all depends on the care of the people of Lu Town, there are many passers-by in the past, and there are quite a few people, because they don't understand life, and the unprovoked fall of the stars in the sky and the troubles of illness are enough to make themselves unable to understand, so they always have to go to the booth of this god operator and ask such a question.

For these people, because people are willing to pay, and they can also help, they will take the trouble to patiently explain the truth of some things to those who come to ask the hexagram, although it is only the personal opinion of the god operator, but people believe this, for a while, a few years have passed, and the god operator has made some money. There are high-rise buildings, pavilions and pavilions, layer upon layer, scattered, so not magnificent.

However, in recent years, especially since this period, there have been fewer people who come to ask for hexagrams, because people's understanding of life is no longer the same as before, which makes the divine operator quite unhappy. The man was walking well, and suddenly, when he heard someone say that he was not going to die well, he couldn't help but feel a little wrong, and even wanted to slap this person twice, if it weren't for the piety on this person's face, and the smile on his face, this would really be done.

The man was in a very happy mood, but for a while, the sky suddenly changed greatly, just like the arrival of the end of the world, he was so frightened that he trembled, and at this time the god operator stepped forward and said to the man, as long as he took his own medicine, then all these evil spirits would not dare to go up, and naturally the good fortune would be safe and sound. After the man ate the prescription prescribed by the god operator, he left happily, and from then on, he would never go to Lu Town, because he was afraid of encountering this god operator.

The business is not good, and this makes the divine operator gradually know who is giving it to him. But he didn't dare to do anything to others, because he knew very well in his heart that people were right, and he was just deceiving people, if it wasn't for money, God would have to criticize himself.

After a few days in a row, the family of the god operator was already about to run out of food, and his wife said that if there was no more food to eat, he would not stay in this house, so he might as well go to the scholar to live. Thinking of this, the god operator was completely angry, because the scholar not only cut off his own wealth, but also made his woman love him a lot less, and even thought about dating him or something for no reason, how could people not be angry?

One day, because he was angry, he fell into a coma, thinking about that man's bullying, and he couldn't stop crying. When the person died, God always thinks so, but what's the use of wishful thinking every day, aren't people living well? According to the reports handed over by the people of the deserted village, this Shaoqiu is even fatter than before.

There is nothing worse than this news, because of his own spell mission, it is absolutely impossible to benefit Shaoqiu, but somehow, this damn reader, I haven't seen him for a few days, not only did he not lose weight, but on the contrary, he became fat, what kind of world is this! I couldn't think of the god operator for a while, and at night, I scolded the street in Lu Zhen every day, with the beating of the gong, it sounded quite rhythmic, and the people of Lu Zhen gradually liked his scolding street.

Of course, this is to scold the reader, and for this reason, most people dare not read, because this god wants to scold people, offend him, and many inconveniences in life are enough to make people drink a pot. But this scolding street itself can't solve the problem, on the contrary, it makes Shaoqiu's reputation soaring, and people applaud it, because God Operator is also an unrighteous person, and he is making things difficult everywhere, and the people of Lu Zhen are eager to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, and almost no one does not hate him to death.

But on this day, in front of the door of the house of the divine operator, although it was raining heavily, the man stood proudly in a pair of straw sandals, and let the rain drench himself incessantly. That man, Hua Boye.

"How's it going, how are things going?" The god operator asked straight to the point.

"According to your orders, the scholar has already offended the gods, you can rest assured that the gods of heaven will never bless him again." Hua Bo replied with a smile.

After reporting this, Hua Bo left quickly, taking advantage of the night, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the night. And the god operator also quietly hid in his small dilapidated house, and did Ma Daopo's deeds, calling for wind and rain for a while, and pointing at the sky at the same time, and the spearhead went straight to Shaoqiu, which had to kill him.

On this day, Shaoqiu stayed on this mountain to work again, because the time was clear, and he was working hard, otherwise, there would be no food to eat, and it would not be a problem. Hua Bo also stood quietly in his own field at this time, hoeing the ground, and glanced at Shaoqiu with his eyes from time to time, he was quite puzzled, could it be that the spell of this god operator was not working, otherwise, how could this person still be able to work?

After going on for a few days, finally on this day, Shaoqiu couldn't stand it anymore, because of the discomfort in his stomach, he kept coughing, and even a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Seeing Shaoqiu like this, Hua Bo came forward with a hoe at this time, because although this Shaoqiu is a scholar, but after all, he is young, and when it comes to fighting, he is not sure of victory, but when he sees him vomiting blood, he is almost not afraid of anything, and immediately prepares to fight.

Shaoqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and then lay on the ground in a dry place, ready to rest for a while before going to work, but when he saw that this flower uncle actually rushed forward with a hoe, he was going to dig himself without saying a word. This scared Shaoqiu a lot, and at this time, for some reason, Hua Bo's waist flashed, and for a while, the hoe did not dig into Shaoqiu's body, but on the contrary, it hurt Hua Bo's own leg.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?" Shaoqiu asked.

"I didn't do anything, but I saw a ghost, I was fighting ghosts, and I couldn't think of a flash." Hua Bo quibbled.

"Oh, I thought you were going to hit me." Shaoqiu said with a smile.

"No, I just saw a ghost, and I have no enmity with you, so why should I beat you?" Hua Bo said with a smile.

Shaoqiu endured the discomfort in his stomach, so he got up from the ground, wanting to work hard, and then earn a lot of money and marry Xiaohua into the door. Otherwise, they are all so old, and they still live alone, which has almost become a big joke in the deserted village.

After closing the door of the house, Shaoqiu opened the book again and looked at the book, and outside the house, the heavy rain kept falling. In this deep rainy night, the deserted village almost couldn't hear anything, after a day of work, Shaoqiu also felt very tired, so he climbed into bed, although he was quite tired at this time, but when he thought of Xiaohua, his heart was very happy.