Zhang Qingjiu sighed, but when he looked at the wooden board next to the sign he had re-erected with the words "one hundred and eight" types of business handled in a crooked way, he still nodded in agreement.
It is easier to deduce where a pig will be than to ask God to predict the future of marriage.
After a while, Zhang Qingjiu realized that the pig was being kept in his neighbor's pigsty.
I told the old man, but the old man didn't believe it. He said that he had searched everywhere a few days ago and there was absolutely no way it would be there.
It wasn't until Zhang Qingjiu told why his pig disappeared and what his neighbor's pig pen looked like that the old man's eyes widened and he breathed rapidly and said, "God, God, you are such a fairy!"
Zhang Qingjiu sighed, no matter what the gods are, this kind of derivation of judging objects, as long as you have some talent, it is the entry-level knowledge of a derivation master.
"But, Zhang Daxian..."
"Zhang Xiaoxian." Zhang Qingjiu frowned.
"Okay, okay, Zhang Xiaoxian, but I still don't dare to go, old man. My neighbor is very vicious. If I say it rashly, they will definitely laugh at me and kick me out. Can you please do your best to help the little old man?"
This time?" The old man looked sad and his eyes were full of earnestness. If it weren't for the small amount of people coming and going here, I'm afraid he would have knelt down directly in front of Zhang Qingjiu.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the green rusty copper coin that the old man put on the stall, his eyes flickered, and finally sighed, picked up the green copper coin and nodded, "That's all, I'll go with you.
.”
The old man did not lie. His neighbor was indeed a rogue house. As soon as he heard that the old man was coming to his house to look for pigs, he immediately swore at him and threatened to drive him out.
Until Zhang Qingjiu came out and stood in front of the old man.
"What are you doing?" The neighbor was only in his fifties. Although his face was wrinkled and his temples were white, he was obviously much more energetic than the old man.
Zhang Qingjiu stared at him for a while, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly sneered, "Did a snake enter your house this morning?"
The man had actually noticed Zhang Qingjiu's presence for a long time, but when he saw him, he was dressed in ordinary clothes, but he was clean. Unlike farmers like them, he couldn't make up his mind for a while, and just said he was here to watch the excitement.
people.
Suddenly hearing this sentence, I couldn't help but tremble, "Who are you? How did you know that my family... this morning..."
"I also know how you abducted his pig into your pig pen, how you hid it in the back hill on the first day, how you drove it into the vegetable patch in your backyard on the second day, and how you drove it into the vegetable patch in your backyard on the second day.
Three days…”
"You, what are you talking about?" When he heard Zhang Qingjiu's second sentence, the man's expression began to change, and before Zhang Qingjiu could finish speaking, he interrupted her angrily.
"Am I talking nonsense?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, half smiling.
When the old man saw the neighbor's big man's face turning blue and white, an idea suddenly came to his head, and he hurriedly stepped forward, "I think you have a guilty conscience, right? This is the living god Zhang Xiaoxian! Lai Er, don't force me to let Zhang Xiaoxian take over your house."
All the scandals will be revealed!"
"What Zhang Xiaoxian..." The neighbor named Lai Er turned pale again.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Then why don't you report it to the official?"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
At that time, the movement just now attracted the attention of many people, and those who heard the whole process immediately started to boo.
"Yes, report to the official, report to the official. Report to the official quickly! This Lai Er does all kinds of sneaky things on weekdays!"
"Hey, Lai Er, you should quickly return that pig to Old Man Fang! Don't steal the chicken but lose the rice!"
"That's right!"
…
Listening to the neighbors starting to make noises one by one, Lai Er's mouth twitched, and finally his eyes lit up, "Hey, it seems that there is indeed an extra pig in my pigsty, but how do I know where it came from? Old man Fang, what are you doing?
I gonna go see."
After he said this, the people next to him burst out laughing, and everyone wanted to follow him.
Not surprisingly, Old Man Fang naturally found his old sow in Lai Er's pig pen.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the smiling old man Fang, holding the rusty copper coin in his hand, turned around and walked out of the crowd.
Behind him, old man Fang happily put his pigs into the pigsty and locked it before going back to find Zhang Qingjiu.
But her figure is nowhere to be seen.
Old man Fang, who couldn't even find anyone after searching twice, kowtowed towards the place where Zhang Qingjiu came from.
At this moment, Zhang Qingjiu, who was walking back, suddenly felt a tremor in her soul. Although the feeling was very subtle and passed by in a flash, it was exactly the same as the feeling Wu Chang gave her at that time.
Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes, feeling his soul leaping twice, and a flash of depth flashed in his eyes.
On the first day of opening, luckily we didn’t lose money.
What no one noticed was that among the group of farmers with ordinary clothes and ravaged faces, a young man wearing washed white blue cloth and his hair tied with a piece of coarse cloth watched Zhang Qingjiu go away.
Direction, his expression was dazed, and he made no sound for a long time.
Until someone's laughing voice sounded behind him——
"Su Zijin! What homework has Master assigned today?"
"You're not here to watch pigs being caught, are you?"
…
The young man was very thin-skinned. When someone around him said this, half of his face immediately turned red. He lowered his head and raised his sleeves to cover his face.
However, the clothes were already a bit narrow and old, and there was no way to cover them. In the end, the young man had no choice but to grit his teeth, run out from among the people, walked to a firewood gate, rushed in, and closed the door with a bang.
The place where Old Man Fang lives is already on the edge of Shangjing City, far away from the bustling and bustling city.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, suddenly turned around and walked towards another place.
There, the trees are green, the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the water is gurgling.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the gathered dirt bag, a deep look flashed in his eyes.
After a long time, she slowly bowed to the earthbag.
Chu Lan said she wanted to give Wanrou a grand burial, but in the end she chose such a quiet place for Wanrou.
Because she knew that for that woman, if there was an afterlife, all she wanted was peace.
And being able to be buried by the Qinghe River, where she and Xie Zian had a "mutual affection", was her greatest wish in this life.
By the time Zhang Qingjiu returned to the stall again and again, the sun was already setting.
Looking at the Star-Zhaing Tower not far away, Zhang Qingjiu touched the copper coins in his hand and quietly opened his eyes.
Turning his head to look at the location of the Prince's Mansion on the other side, Zhang Qingjiu sighed softly after thinking about the half-day journey.