Barbarian invasion from the south. Lin Yu followed the chief priestess into the palace to divinate the good fortune of the war.

The cuckoo comes out of Qingfen Garden. Many displaced people came to the capital.

"May I ask this girl, how to get to the refugee settlement?"

When the cuckoo looked back, a woman walked jolting, holding an old man.

The cuckoo said, "I'm about to go, come with me." ”

The woman thanked her again and again. The cuckoo went over to help Lao Suo's arm.

Lao Suo stopped and said, "I'll give the girl a hexagram." ”

The woman said: "Girl, don't be strange, Uncle is a wizard in our village, and his divination is very accurate. ”

The cuckoo said, "That's troublesome old man." ”

The cuckoo followed Lao Suo to the side of the road. Lao Su took out a plank and a small bundle of yarrow from his baggage.

"This hexagram Ze is redeemed, and the hexagram Ze is sleepy, and it becomes the ninth day of the first month. Hexagram, Shang and Xiaze, Heng, Lizhen. Master Dialogue. Sleepy on the water, no water, so sleepy. Chu Jiu and Yu Ji, peaceful dialogue, persuasion for Ji. There may be a change, in the sixth year of the first month, the buttocks are trapped in the trees, into the valley, and the three years old is not ugly. Lao Suo divined. "The girl will have an important conversation with someone and be able to convince as well. ”

The cuckoo said: "I remember, thank you, uncle." Let's go to the settlement. ”

After giving all the money to the people in the settlement, the cuckoo left the settlement.

But I heard someone arguing.

"You knock over my basket of oranges, my family is waiting for the money from selling oranges, you have to pay me!" a middle-aged man shouted.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I've fled from the south and I don't have any money. A ragged man's voice trembled.

The cuckoo has nothing of value on her, and the cuckoo wants the orange seller to follow her to Qingfenyuan and give him money.

He was about to go up to stop the quarrel, but he saw a man go over, stuff some money into the hand of the orange seller, and whispered a few words, and the orange seller picked up the overturned bamboo basket and a few oranges scattered on the ground, and left without speaking.

The ragged man kept saying thank you, good guy, nice guy.

The man only said, "The little things, don't take them to heart." And he left the man, and strode toward the cuckoo. The cuckoo felt that the man did not look like a native of the country.