He Ze shook his head and said, "I don't know. “

The middle-aged man said, "They praise you for being handsome." ”

"Really. He Ze seemed to be a little happy in his heart, and the overdue was a little bigger than usual.

"You're really stupid. These are the letters to be sent today. The governor took the letter out of a sack.

Counting carefully, there were about ten letters, and there were five pennies on the ground, He Ze was a little puzzled and asked, "Isn't it a penny letter?"

"The letter has not been delivered, and the rest of the money will be discussed next time. There was no expression of shame, just stretched and left.

He Ze was also helpless, and looked at the address of the first letter: Feng's house in Heiluo Lane.

Heiluo Lane and Baipoli, where He Ze lived, were completely two places, and they were the places where the rich people in the city lived. There were four major families in the city: Feng, Wu, Su, and Lü. The four families all relied on the fertile land behind the Black Lane and the ancestral seeds and cultivation secrets to make a fortune. Basically, the resources of rare medicinal materials are evenly divided, and Heiluo Lane has its own water source, which is simply a godsend for growing medicines.

This Feng family was the first family in the city to be rewarded by the imperial court, and it is said that the medicinal materials provided at that time helped to practice the "Longevity Pill", which made Long Yan happy.

Speaking of which, this is the first time He Ze has carefully visited Heiluo Lane, and he usually has not had much contact with these rich doors, and the houses of big families are very different from his thatched huts in Baipo. He Ze felt that he had soiled the streets of this black alley.

When he arrived at the gate of Feng's house, He Ze was attracted by this magnificent door, which was hundreds of times more luxurious than the city gate, and the lions on both sides were carved very finely, and at a glance he knew that it was from the hands of famous teachers outside the city. The door buckle is still made of delicate iron rings, and there is a crisp and pleasant ringing when it is struck. A young man came out and opened the door impatiently, and when he saw that it was a letter, he immediately closed the door tightly, and the sound was different from the sound of the door buckle, and it was not pleasant.

After that, the process of sending the letter was very unremarkable, these not so wealthy people were more polite, and a family at the entrance of the alley was not so, an old man with a hunched back came out of the door, saw He Ze, smiled kindly, and thanked him for inviting him into the room. He Ze was a little frightened, and after handing the letter to the old man, he hurriedly turned around and left.

The old man watched He Ze's back silently disappear from sight, as if thoughtful, until the blurred back could no longer be seen, turned around and closed the door gently.

The little squirrel in the lute tree at the door seemed to have witnessed the whole process, jumped down from the tree, picked up a mature pipa, and walked through the alley.

The last letter was addressed to the teacher of the private school in the city, and He Ze liked to send this letter the most, and he had not yet met the teacher. Not far from the entrance of this black alley, a fortune-telling stall, a young Taoist priest without a full beard is holding a reed grass and looking at Zhou Yi's book on the stall.

He Ze just wanted to hurry up and meet this teaching gentleman and quickly ran past the fortune-telling stall. Of course, the fortune teller would not miss the only customer of the day, and hurriedly stopped the young man.

"Fortune telling, knowing the destiny of heaven, easy to do, don't go the wrong way, little brother counts a hexagram?"

How could the poor child spend this unjust money, and shook his head as he walked, saying, "That's it, that's it." ”

"Count a fortune, the price of the mandate of heaven, three cents, how about it? Usually the price is ten cents. ”

He Ze couldn't help but stop, and when the Taoist priest saw that there was a play, he immediately said: "If the lottery is signed, please give me the remaining two pennies in your pocket, which is considered Chong Chongxi, how about it?"

He Ze wanted to leave again, but the Taoist priest was a little anxious, and said: "For the sake of today's first guest, how about the poor Dao write an extra piece of blessing paper for you, although it can't guarantee you great wealth, but it is worry-free to solve the difficulties of the future, and don't charge extra money." ”

After thinking about his future and not knowing where to go, He Ze turned around and walked towards the fortune-telling stall that he had never thought of staying at just now.

The young Taoist priest finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if he couldn't even handle a yellow-haired boy, he wouldn't be able to keep his future job.

The squirrel in Heiluo Alley came out with a pipa in his arms, and saw the Taoist priest sitting face to face with the young man.

"Well, please. The Taoist priest took out the lottery holder, and the sign inside seemed to be the same age as the Taoist priest, and it was still very new. It is also said that fortune-telling is a foolish job, and it is naturally difficult for this young Taoist priest to eat this bowl of rice. It's not that I haven't thought about growing a beard and pretending to be an old man, but even if I pretend for a while, sooner or later I will show my horse's feet, and it will be troublesome, so I just do it after thinking about it.

He Zegang stretched out his hand, thought about it, and said, "Don't sign it, I just want Mr. to write this welfare paper for me seriously." ”

In He Ze's impression, although this fortune teller is young, the time he can stay in the city is not short, about five or six years, there are not many fortune tellers, most of them are illiterate people who come to ask for reading, writing or something. Taoist priests often send these letter writers a fortune-telling opportunity, but no one has ever shaken out the upper sign, and the lower sign has never appeared, I don't know if it is the will of heaven or another mystery, the people in the city do not care about this.

After so many years, he didn't go hungry and couldn't live, which shows that this Taoist priest still has some housekeeping skills. Sometimes some people in the family have some strange and difficult diseases, and they don't need to seek medical treatment, and the Taoist priest can be completely cured with inexplicable paper water in one night.

The Taoist priest said: "Even if you don't count your life, the money will not be less, five cents, it's better to count your life." ”

The young man shook his head firmly and said, "This is not to say Sanwen, I also came to this stall for this blessing paper, can Mr. write for me seriously." ”

"I see that your blessings today are amazing, and you will definitely be signed and receive five documents from you. ”

He Ze was powerless to refute, and he didn't know how to let the Taoist know about the five cents in his pocket, so he picked up the lottery holder and shook it, strange, it was also shaken for a long time, and the sign didn't come out, and the Taoist priest was a little strange.

"Forget it, it's still not counted, please help me write the blessing paper carefully, how about using more effort than usual?" He Ze put the stick holder in its place.

"Well, since Providence is so. The Taoist priest wrote it on the Fu paper seriously, but as for what was written, He Ze didn't see it, and even if he read it, he couldn't understand it.

The time to write the blessing paper was relatively fast, and there was not too much time to delay, He Ze left five cents and hurriedly left with the blessing paper, ready to send the last letter.

I saw that the squirrel put down the loquat and jumped on the fortune-telling stall, wanting to steal a copper coin.

The Taoist priest looked at the lottery holder, and found that he had not taken the sign out of the door, could it be that the young man was destined to be the one who signed the sign today?

I don't have the heart to worry so much, and I accept five cents, and today is not in vain.