After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

In the next few days, Wen Chu went to Baishan Town to read people's faces and fortunes. At first, no one came back to ask her for fortune-telling. After all, ordinary Taoist priests are usually older men. For someone like Wen Chu, when she stood there, she looked normal except for the Taoist robe full of patches. The rest of her body had nothing to do with fortune-telling.

He looks just like a petty swindler who is good at cheating people.

Wen Chu knew very well that the reason no one came to her for fortune-telling was simply because they doubted her ability. If she could let them know that she was truly capable, she would not be afraid of having no business in the future. As the saying goes, good wine needs no bush, and sooner or later someone will come.

But if I really have to keep waiting like this, I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait.

Even if she could wait, Song Yusheng couldn't. Even if Doctor Zhao didn't charge her for the medicine, she still had to eat meat and not drink porridge all the time.

It would be fine if no customers came, but some gangsters and thugs would see Wen Chu was alone and come up to tease him.

It was evening today and the streets were bustling with people. Wen Chu bought a sesame bun to fill his stomach, then sat in a conspicuous place on the street, holding a sign that read "Fortune Telling".

But before she could even get comfortable, the thugs she had just scolded away yesterday came back to her door.

This thug is only about 20 years old. Fortunately, Wen Chu knows some martial arts, so he is not afraid of him. Yesterday, he acted like a hooligan here, and Wen Chu scolded him. Who knew that the thug would not give up, and today he brought two people with him, and it seemed that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

These people are really annoying. Once they target you, it's like a dog-skin plaster that you can't get rid of.

Wen Chu stood up when she saw the people coming. She looked at the leader and sneered, "You weren't scolded enough yesterday, and you come to ask for scolding again today?"

The thug saw Wen Chu here alone yesterday, and seeing that she was young and beautiful, he had evil thoughts in his mind. Unfortunately, he didn't expect Wen Chu to be a person who didn't spare anyone's words. The thug wanted to attack, but was kicked in the vitals by Wen Chu, and fell to the ground for a long time. Seeing that Wen Chu had some weapons in her hands, he didn't dare to provoke her again, and just waited for today to call someone to take revenge.

The shadow of yesterday's kick had not yet disappeared. The gangster looked at Wen Chu with hatred. He was born with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth. At the moment when his face was full of anger, his mouth was even more crooked.

He said angrily: "You bitch, I will make sure you pay for what you have done today!"

His voice was so loud that it instantly attracted many people around to look at him.

Wen Chu didn't want to fight with these three people, but when he saw that everyone around him was looking at him, he changed his mind instantly.

Her expression changed, and she said with a smile, "I didn't kick you enough yesterday, why don't you let me kick you again today?"

The thugs were furious, but they didn't dare to touch Wen Chu again. Wen Chu saw that more and more people were watching the excitement, so he shouted, "Someone come! Look! The thugs are trying to rob me in broad daylight!!"

The thug didn't expect Wen Chu to shout at him. Seeing the people around him start to point fingers at them, he began to slander them, "She is just a charlatan! She cheated me of my money yesterday, why can't I settle the score with her today?! What, the current emperor is learning Taoism, so you want to learn it too? Aren't you afraid of not having the luck? You are calculating yourself to death!"

Because the Emperor Linghui of this dynasty was obsessed with alchemy and liked Taoist culture, many people went to learn Taoism, and Taoism became popular for a while. However, most people who studied Taoism only learned a little to cater to the trend of the time. There were many people who learned, but few had real skills.

Furthermore, Emperor Linghui was a notorious emperor who was too incompetent. The wave of Taoism caused by him was naturally even more disgusting.

Although the onlookers were not used to the hooligans' behavior, they did not look like a serious Taoist priest, so they believed the hooligans' words and looked at Wen Chu with an intriguing expression. It was fine for a woman to show up in public, but she was also engaged in such a deceiving business.

These people are like fence-sitters, they go wherever the wind blows. Now they have started to make up bad things about Wen Chu.

Someone said, "Little girl, why don't you do something else? Don't do this kind of work. Even if you put a sign here, no one will come to find you."

"That's right, go home early. Even if you don't have parents to support you, at least you have hands and feet. You can't scare people just by wearing a Taoist robe! You are so old and have hands and feet. If you really can't do it, just find a husband and marry him. Why do you have to come out to cheat people for money?"

When the thug saw that people around him started to say this, he looked even more smug.

Wen Chu didn't feel ashamed after hearing these words. She pointed at the thug opposite and said, "I cheated you of money? Why don't you tell me when you gave me money?"

She looked calm, not afraid at all. Without waiting for the ruffian to answer, she continued, "Well, since you are so poor and can't tell fortunes, you accuse me of being a charlatan. I know I am a kind-hearted person, and I will take a look at your face and tell you my fortune, so that you can see if I am really a charlatan or not."

Because of the quarrel between the two people just now, several people had gathered around to form a circle and watch the fun. At this moment, they were all looking at Wen Chu who was counting on his fingers.

They were all curious and wanted to see what this young Taoist priest could calculate.

But after a moment, Wen Chu loosened his fingers, looked at the ruffian and said, "There are five people in your family, right?"

Upon hearing this, the thugs looked at Wen Chu in surprise. When everyone saw his expression, they knew that Wen Chu was right, and they couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"How did you know this? In the past, when I asked someone to tell my fortune, they would only give me a vague idea after looking at my birth date and eight characters."

"Yeah, how can you tell by pinching your fingers? It seems that you really have some skills."

Someone questioned: "How can there be such a mysterious thing? I think she guessed it by accident."

Wen Chu looked at the gangster's expression and knew that she was most likely right. She asked again: "Is it possible that there are three boys and two girls, and you are the eldest in the family?" The gangster's face became even uglier, and the people around him saw this and knew that Wen Chu was right again.

The hooligans argued, "You call this fortune-telling? I asked you to tell me how many people there are in my family and what my rank is, but you're talking about it in a mysterious way, as if you're so powerful."

Wen Chu was not annoyed when he heard this, "How is this not considered a skill? If I point to a random person, can you tell how many people there are in his family? Which one is his rank? Can you do it? Do you have this ability?"

Wen Chu's voice was neither light nor heavy, as cool as water, but it carried an inexplicably convincing tone that made everyone around him quiet down a little.

The thug wanted to argue, but Wen Chu said, "Since you don't believe this, let me look at your face again." After saying that, he looked at his face.

The people around also followed Wen Chu's gaze and looked at the gangster, and began to stare at his face. Everyone's eyes were burning, which made the gangster feel uncomfortable for a moment.

Wen Chu only glanced at it twice and then looked away. She shook her head and said, "I really can't bear to look at your face. You have a crooked head and a wretched appearance. If I look at you for a second, you will be considered a slut. I can't guarantee other gossips, but the only thing I can be sure of is that you will have a short life and little fortune."

How can this scoundrel live long if he behaves like this?

After Wen Chu finished speaking, a bunch of people burst into laughter, and the gangster's face turned purple. But Wen Chu was a sharp-tongued person, and he couldn't refute him. Seeing that the people around him were laughing at him, he could only make harsh words in hatred and left with the two men.

A place like Baishan Town is not big, but no one has ever seen such a powerful Taoist priest. In front of everyone, he can count the number of people in the family and the ranking of the family just by pinching his fingers. Even if she is a woman, even if she is so young, so what? It's enough for her to have the ability. Who knows, maybe this little Taoist priest was born to do this job?
After this, all the people who were watching the fun instantly gathered around Wen Chu.

"Master, please show me my face."

"And me, and me, trying to figure out when my son's true love will come."

Wen Chu accepted everyone who came and asked them to line up. Those who wanted to read faces read faces, those who wanted to read horoscopes read horoscopes, and those who wanted fortune-telling read fortunes directly. In the following days, Wen Chu went out early and came back late, sitting in this place to tell fortunes. Since that day, more and more people came, and his business became better and better.

After Wen Chu made some money, he went to Doctor Zhao's Chunhuitang to pay back the money for the medicine, but he got scolded by him again.

When Doctor Zhao saw Wen Chu coming to pay back the money, he knew that she would go back to setting up a stall to tell fortunes. He knew that he couldn't persuade Wen Chu, so he could only sigh repeatedly, "You, why don't you listen to my advice?"

If it weren't for the pressure of life, Wen Chu would not want to go against the wishes of her father Wen. Even if Song Yusheng did not appear this time, what would she do when she was at her wit's end in the future?

Everyone has their own strengths, and her strength is fortune-telling. At first, Old Man Wen was reluctant to teach Wen Chu how to tell fortunes, but Wen Chu secretly touched the book and threw coins to tell fortunes by herself. Old Man Wen was afraid that she would die by throwing coins by herself, so he taught her these things.

Wen Chu is a smart person. She knows everything she hears and is smarter than others at a young age. Old Man Wen has taught many little Taoist children in Chaotian Temple, but he has never seen one as intelligent as Wen Chu. He doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse to teach Wen Chu, but since Wen Chu wants to learn so much, he will teach her.

Wen Chu didn't want to make Doctor Zhao worry, so he stayed here and coaxed him for a long time, and then asked some questions about Song Yusheng's illness.

It had been about ten days since Song Yusheng was brought home. He had not been ill since Doctor Zhao had examined him that day, but he was extremely weak and exhausted, and he could hardly breathe when he spoke. Wen Chu was afraid that if this continued, Song Yusheng would die quietly while lying in bed, so he wanted to ask Doctor Zhao what the reason was.

Doctor Zhao frowned when he heard Wen Chu's description. He asked, "What do you feed him every day? Logically speaking, since he has survived ten days, he should be getting better."

Wen Chu said truthfully: "Didn't you ask me to make porridge for him last time? I fed him porridge for ten days. And there was really no other way, because I had to go to town to tell fortunes, so he could only eat two meals a day. He couldn't get out of bed, so I could only put a few red dates and wolfberries at the bedside for him to stuff into his stomach when he was hungry."

Doctor Zhao was so angry after hearing this that he slapped his forehead. Wen Chu was the first person to take care of a patient like this. It was almost a miracle that Song Yusheng was still alive.

"I told you to give him some porridge the first day, but I didn't tell you to give him porridge every day! He's so hungry that he has no strength left! Oh, my God, he's usually such a smart kid, why is he so stubborn now? Hurry up, go back and cook some food for him, take your time, and don't give him too much at once, or he'll die!"

When Wen Chu heard this, he slapped his thigh.

What kind of things have been done?
It was now dark and Wen Chu could not go to town, so he bought some meat from the butcher in the village and hurried back home.

When I opened the door, the room was dark, with only a little moonlight coming in through the door and windows.

Wen Chu could vaguely see the person on the bed, silent and motionless, and had no reaction when she pushed the door. In the past, when she returned home, Song Yusheng would at least have some reaction, and would often turn his head to look at her.

Wen Chu thought of what Doctor Zhao had just said, and his heart sank. The things in his hands fell to the ground.

Wen Chu almost crawled to the bed. She tentatively shook Song Yusheng twice, but he didn't react at all.

It’s over, he’s not really dead!
Wen Chu originally had no feelings for Song Yusheng, he just wanted to save him in exchange for money.
But if Song Yusheng could have survived but died because of her prank, Wen Chu would never be able to accept it.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Her voice was trembling. She patted Song Yusheng's face and shouted anxiously, "Mr. Song! Mr. Song! Wake up!"

(End of this chapter)