The water mist in the countryside is heavy in the morning, and it starts to fog at dawn, and it never dissipates by noon.

The two got up early, washed and brushed their teeth, and Han Jing began to prepare breakfast.

Breakfast is just a night of plain noodles.

The firewood boiled in the earth stove, the water boiled underneath, and the base of oil, salt and soy sauce is simply a breakfast.

The two of them sat in the yard and ate noodles. They could also see birds flying to the treetops in the morning, chirping non-stop.

"We'll go out to the street after eating," Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen asked, "Didn't I say I went to a temple fair yesterday?"

"yes."

Han Jing continued, "Does your grandparents have such a custom?"

"No, it's Lantern Festival over us." Jiang Chengwen said.

"That's just right, I'll take you to have fun and taste the vegetarian food at the temple fair."

"Suzhai?"

"Yes, the temple fairs here are all vegetarian food, and many people eat together, and the water table is on the run."

"Is it still allowed to eat?" Jiang Chengwen said in a daze.

"Of course it's not for nothing."

Han Jing said: "You have to donate money. You can eat enough for twenty yuan. If you donate money, you can record it in the merit book. Then the book will be burned, which is equivalent to telling the gods."

"Is this the case?"

Jiang Chengwen had never seen such a custom before, and he was really curious to say this.

After the two of them finished eating the noodles, they began to put away their dishes.

Then he locked the door and went out.

I have to go to the town, and I didn’t call a taxi, but walked out directly. It was about thirty minutes away, but it was not quite long.

The two of them always had endless talk along the way, and they stopped and played on the road for a while. The road was originally thirty minutes, but in the end, they walked for nearly forty minutes.

It was already past ten o'clock in the morning when I arrived in town.

The fog at night has dissipated, and the sun in July is a little sunny, and the temperature is gradually rising.

Today's destination is not on the street, but at the foot of a mountain near the town.

As they walked along, there were more and more people nearby, all of them walking in one direction.

"There are many people." Jiang Chengwen said.

"Yes, there are many people coming to every temple fair." Han Jing said.

By the time they arrived at their destination, there were seats at the foot of the mountain. Before the meal time was yet to come, many people gathered here to chat and talk.

There was a long table on one side, a merit box, and someone specially recorded it.

Don't write the amount, just the name.

"Lacking dog, let's go invest money." Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen asked: "How much is appropriate to vote?"

Han Jing explained: "It doesn't matter how much it costs for a child, but if it is an adult, it will start at least ten yuan. If it is less, someone will say it."

"Will anyone say that donating money?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

"Of course this is different."

Han Jing said, "You donated money and you can eat as much as you want to eat at meal time. Although there is no meat, he can buy you three meals. You will be sad about it if you get a bargain, right?"

"I see."

The two walked to the place where the money was donated and then each threw twenty yuan into the box. Jiang Chengwen originally wanted to invest in one piece, but Han Jing was not happy. There was no saying that the money was donated on behalf of others.

"What's the name?"

The person who wrote the merit book was an old man with a white beard and looked very old.

"Han Jing." Han Jing said: "Han Xin's Han, calm and quiet."

The old man looked at Jiang Chengwen again and said, "What's your brother?"

"Jiang Chengwen, the master of Jiang, wrote down the writing of the writing."

“I want it.”

The old man smiled kindly, grinned, and then wrote the names of the two people on the merit book.

Although I am old, my writing skills are very good, and the characters I write are also integrated. I think it should be this respected senior.

"Walk."

Han Jing pulled Jiang Chengwen toward the next place.

“Where to go?”

"Fortune telling." Han Jing said: "There is a sir."

"Is there any fortune telling?"

Jiang Chengwen was a little puzzled and asked, "Wait, isn't this temple fair a Buddhist? There are also fortune tellers?"

"Who said he believed in Buddhism? I won't tell you this in the countryside customs."

The two of them came to a place to queue up, and many people were already waiting here.

If an elder comes with his children, he will find a gentleman to calculate whether the child can grow up smoothly after he goes to the child. It is like a dragon dancing and a dragon head, seeking good luck and peace of mind.

Jiang Chengwen glanced at the fortune teller and said, "This fortune teller is quite old."

"That's Jiugong." Han Jing said: "When I was very young, he was also counting."

"Do you know me?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing said: "Everyone in this town knows Jiugong. In small villages like the ancient times, there was almost a respected old man. Jiugong is like this. He is the fortune teller every year in the temple fair. Anyway, I knew him when I was a child."

"How old are you?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing said, "When I was in my teens, I got a drink at 80. Now I should be 86 or 87."

They were lined up in a while.

Jiugong was wearing a simple patch shirt and glasses, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was holding a disc watch in his hand, which contained Yin and Yang fish.

He glanced at the two people in front of him and asked, "Is it counting marriage?"

Han Jing smiled and said, "Please help me calculate my fortune next year."

Jiugong glanced at her, raised his glasses, spoke in dialect, and said, "It's you, a girl."

"Ah?" Han Jing was stunned for a moment.

"I can remember you."

Jiugong smiled and said, "You come every year, speak Mandarin every year, and asking for money every year."

Jiang Chengwen couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you seek wealth every year?"

"Ahem..."

Han Jing coughed and said, "This is an accident."

Jiugong grinned and said, "Nothing is wrong. Look at how many people are today, many of them are considered for wealth."

"It's rare that the Nine Lords can still remember me."

Han Jing smiled and said, "This year is still considered next year's fortune. The eight characters are on the fifth day of December 1992, at 3:00 a.m.."

“I want it.”

Jiugong smiled and then began to throw the Yin-Yang fish in his hand.

"Crazy, crazy."

After shaking twice, four Yin and Yang fish fell to the ground and formed a pattern.

Jiang Chengwen looked at the old man in front of him and became interested for a moment.

Jiu Gong looked down at him, then grabbed his hands and calculated.

In fact, fortune-telling is based on the basis, and Yin and Yang fish are also from the "Book of Changes", but the Book of Changes itself lacks some scientific basis, so the calculations are also unscientific. To put it bluntly, it is feudal superstition, but in places like the countryside, many people still believe it.

Sometimes, asking for fortune telling and other things is actually the desire of the person who calculates.

"Monkey..."

Jiugong thought for a moment, raised his head and smiled, "I have it."

Han Jing was waiting for Jiu Gong's next words.

Jiugong said: "The hexagram says that your fortune will change significantly next year, but it is not certain whether it is good or bad. Good may be slightly better, and it is great or good, but bad things are not serious. This hexagram is a small auspicious."
To be continued...