fox lure

Chapter 57

Why does he just turn his face when he said that he turned his face?

I trembled, and heard him say with a sullen face: "The next thing involves the secret method of the concept of plumpness, which must be taught by my disciples."

He has such a proud expression, especially like going to my grandma's house every Chinese New Year.

On New Year's Eve, everyone took turns to kowtow to my milk, and then said: "I wish you blessings like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and your life is not as old as Nanshan."

Then my grandma gave a red envelope.

I immediately knelt at his feet, kowtowed, raised my face and stretched out my hands.

"What are you doing?" Old Huang looked at me with downcast eyes.

"Give a red envelope." It is a rule to give a red envelope even if you kowtow.

Huang Yan laughed angrily, "What I teach you is not worth more than red envelopes? You have learned divination, and you will have no worries about food and clothing in this life."

As soon as he said it, my eyes lit up, yes, divination is very profitable.

The more accurate the calculation, the more money you make.

When I grow up, I will be the CEO during the day and set up a stall outside at night. Money will probably be sucked into my hands like crazy. I will definitely be a rich woman in the future.

Maybe, before I was 18 years old, I could make a fortune from divination if I didn't pay attention.

"Yes, you can make money by divination." The old man looked at me, with a headache, and a look of 'children can't be taught' hating iron and steel, "Abacus done?"

"It's over," I am very eager to learn, what is the fortune of that spell?

"Go out and learn the characters first." Lao Huang waved his hand at me, turned his face and ruthlessly stopped teaching.

"I'm stumped." The more he didn't teach me, the more I wanted to learn. I hugged his thigh and said, "You can't go back on your word. Adults can't lie to children."

"I regretted it, what's wrong?" Lao Huang looked down at me, raised his eyebrows, and purposely annoyed me, "I'm not happy today, so I won't teach anymore,"

Hey?This is to trick me into kowtow to him.

"Old Huang!" I yelled angrily, "You lied to a child."

When I shouted, Lao Huang took a sip of tea, "It's not something I want to teach you, you can learn it. There are many things in magic. First, you need to learn characters, and second, you need to learn mathematics. Third..."

What about math?

I was shocked, this is simply a shocking bad news for me.

Just because I'm not good at math, and I don't know how to settle accounts, the aunt of the school's small shop likes me very much, and she smiles when I go.

"Thirdly," Huang Yan sighed and drank tea, "This technique is Taoism, and number is mathematics."

I never knew that horary and mathematics are also related.

In the past, when I saw other people's fortune-telling, including Liu Chen's fortune-telling, I thought it was very miraculous, and I thought they were all half-immortals.

Huang Yan said indifferently: "For example, when it comes to major issues, you have to go to the eight escapes to investigate the matter. It is a technique to take the eight escapes. How to go to the eight escapes, you have to look at the time of the heavenly pillar and the earth pillar, and determine the fate of the subject, and then figure out how to go. "

What he said, I can't understand at all, what are the eight escapes, what are the heavenly pillars and the earthly pillars...

"Divination is not allowed because you don't know the number of spells. It is half-guessing." Lao Huang looked at me, "One more thing, you should do less divination in the future, and don't do divination until it is absolutely necessary."

"Is it right to spy on the secrets?" I have heard people say before that those fortune tellers have five disadvantages and three shortcomings, that is, they have spied on the secrets.

"Not exactly," Lao Huang told me: "The main reason is that the Eight Escapes are dangerous, and that is a different dimension, and you will not be able to return easily."

"..." I shrank my neck when I heard that.

What he said, I understand a little bit, going to Batun is like going to another different dimension?If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to come back easily.

But my enthusiasm for learning divination has not diminished at all. I am particularly curious about the heterogeneous space of Batun.

I started to think about it, wondering if the eight escapes are like the one in the movie, traveling through time and space?

Then I travel back to before I lost my Yang Soul, and prevent me from losing my Yang Soul, wouldn’t it be great?

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was very strong. A man in an ill-fitting suit walked in outside the Taoist temple. He was very anxious, and he looked like he was in his 40s.

Changjiang led him to Huangyan's study room, he entered the room, wiped off his sweat, and spoke with a mix of Henan and Northeast accents: "Master Huang Dao, I'll come here obediently~ The old Bai family thief is strong, asking for money from the school, so don't be angry~ say It's your old man who asked him to ask the school for money, what's the matter?"

I listened and looked at him as he spoke. He is the principal of Baizhen Primary School, right?

Huang Yan said lightly: "You accept the specific bills for his daughter Bai Nannan's treatment and rehabilitation expenses, and ask me to reimburse them."

The principal's eyes lit up when he heard it, "It's still your old man's scene, I'll come when it's clear, and I'll go down and tell Lao Bai's family."

The principal came like the wind and went like the wind in a hurry. As soon as he walked to the door, Huang Yan said lightly, "Go back and talk to Cen Dewang's family if you have time to let his daughter go to school. We will pay for the specific expenses, as well as his family's subsistence allowance. For those who are not enough, you can come to Fengyu every year in the future. Children should not be delayed in studying."

"You are this!" The principal turned his head and gave Huang Yan a thumbs up in admiration.

He left in a hurry, and it didn't take 3 minutes from entering to leaving.

"What are you still doing?" Huang Yan cast his eyes on me, "Why don't you hurry up and study?"

"You are this!" I also gave him a thumbs up, imitating the principal's expression.

"Get out!"

I just rolled out, and now the Yangtze River is basking in the sun in the courtyard, like wearing reading glasses, I look back at Huangyan.

In fact, with their apparent age, no one would believe that they were masters and apprentices, and no one would doubt that they were father and son.

Changjiang raised his eyelids and glanced at me, "Master let Cen's daughter go to school?"

"Yes." I nodded. Huang Yan's kindness is quite touching. I guess the Cen family must be very grateful when they know about it.

The daughter of the Cen family probably has been working at home to take care of her parents, so she must be happy to be able to go to school.

"Why doesn't Master let you go to school at the foot of the mountain? Baba asked me to teach. In addition to serving you this day, I also have to teach you how to study!!!" Changjiang sprayed at me with a loud voice.

A gust of wind, he carried me to the house, menopause came.

He pulled his face: "I'll test you first. You should be in the second grade, but you don't even know a few words. What did you learn in school?"

I shook my head, if I knew what I learned in school, would I still be illiterate?
In the past, my dad always said, don’t force your children to study, it’s time to be rebellious, and they can read and write when they grow up. It’s not that they are short-sighted, can they really become illiterate?
Coupled with my stupidity, this learning has been counting down.

"How many ancient poems do you know?" Changjiang picked up the fly swatter and asked.

I was afraid of the fly swatter, so I hurriedly said to him: "I know a lot of ancient poems, and my grandpa Feng taught them."

In the past, when Grandpa Feng was idle, he would teach me and Feng Chuang to recite ancient poems.

"How many songs do you recite?" The Changjiang fly swatter knocked on the table, shocking me.

He is not as gentle as Huang Yan at all, I still like Huang Yan.

I hurriedly started to recite: "Goose goose goose, singing to the sky, white hair floating in green water, anthurium touching the clear waves~"

I recited several times in a row, and my expression became more and more proud and fluent. When the little brother heard that his sister had returned, he slaughtered chickens and sheep, sharpened his knife and rushed to his parents."

"The male rabbit's feet flutter..."

In fact, this sentence fits Xue Chen very well, can An Neng tell whether he is male or female?
Changjiang picked up the fly swatter and slapped me on the head with a bia, "What the hell, sharpen your knife and slap your parents!"

(End of this chapter)