Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 22 The Warlock Zhou Yuantong

For example, the coated slaves of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the courtiers of the monarch, the wives of husbands, etc. are all like this.

"In the past, like you, I didn't believe in these things, but after encountering an incident, I believed in it. I don't know whether there are really gods and Buddhas in the sky, but what is certain is that at least one bit."

What Zhu Cihong said was so vague that Liu Bao couldn't understand it. He was Zhu Cihong's personal eunuch, but he didn't know about something that changed Zhu Cihong's belief in the theory of gods and ghosts.

"I happened to come across a fortune-telling booth today, so let's go and have a look. If it's right, I don't mind giving him a fortune."

Zhu Cihong thought to himself, go and try to see if the fortune teller is really capable, and if he is, then he will give him something and give him a chance.

If he has no skills and is purely a charlatan, Zhu Cihong will not care about his life and death, and let him be bullied by government servants and archers. Anyway, for a person like him, things like him don't happen a hundred times a day in Jinling City There must be eighty.

So Zhu Cixiang led Liu Bao, Zhang Chao, and several plainclothes Jinyi guards holding Xiuchundao in their hands to the fortune-telling stall that was surrounded by two archers and blackmailed.

Zhu Cihong was not polite at all, came to the front of the stall and pulled out the chair on his own, and sat down, treating the two archers as if they were air.

"You two officials, I really don't have any money, and I didn't even open a ticket today." The fortune teller bent over and smiled at the two archers.

The fortune teller is named Zhou Yuantong, and he usually travels south and north. Recently, he fled from the Central Plains to the south of the Yangtze River to avoid the Li Chuang rebellion. He heard that Jinling is the most prosperous place in the world, so he came here to set up a fortune-telling stall. Make some money.

"Stop talking nonsense, I saw that a rich man in brocade clothes came to you just now, he must have given you money." The two archers, one fat and one thin, grabbed Zhou Yuantong's collar as they spoke.

The skinny man also said, "We brothers have been protecting you a lot these days, you should pay some money to show respect to us."

These two people faced Zhou Yuantong with malicious smiles, as if they wanted to eat him.

Zhou Yuantong kept shaking his fists at the two of them while begging for mercy.

"Look, I have a guest here, can you two wait for me for a while, and I will honor you after I earn money?" Zhou Yuantong saw Zhu Cihong coming, and hurriedly pulled him and said, as if he had found a life-saving straw.

"Where did you come from? He also has money to tell fortunes." The fat archer didn't see the brocade robe Zhu Cihong was wearing, only saw his immature face, and thought it was a child who came to play.

But soon he paid the price for his outrageous words.

Hearing that he dared to call Zhu Cihong a kid, Zhang Chao approached him and suddenly attacked him, pushing and pulling him to the ground, making a dull sound.

"Be careful with what you say, your status will also bully the peddlers." Zhang Chao reminded him kindly.

As the saying goes, misfortune comes from the mouth. Many people are targeted, excluded, and even accused of crimes. Sometimes they just don’t pay attention to what they say.

"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts me to death, why are you still standing still, draw your sword." The fat archer didn't listen to Zhang Chao's advice, and even dared to order the thin archer beside him to draw his sword to fight.

Just when the thin archer reached his waist with his right hand, Zhang Chao didn't stop him, but instead pushed his hand towards the handle of the knife.

There was an iron ring at one end of the handle of the oxtail knife, Zhang Chao pushed the skinny archer's hand so hard that it hurt the bones of his hand, and blood flowed from the gap where it touched the iron ring.

Zhu Cilang didn't watch Zhang Chao's actions from the beginning to the end, but he knew very well from the voice that these two people had been dealt with.

"Two noisy guys, let's go." Zhu Cihong said, and several Jinyi guards who were standing onlookers also went up to help, kicking the two archers four or five meters away with one kick.

The peddlers around saw the two archers being chased away by Zhu Cihong's men, and they all laughed at them.

The two archers saw that Zhu Cihong was too crowded and too powerful to be provoked, so they ran away, but before they left, they said cruelly, "Wait, boy, I'll call someone right now, Jinling City is not for you guys." The wealthy landowners in the countryside can come if they want.”

Hearing what the two said, Zhu Cihong was very puzzled. He thought to himself, is his temperament so bad that he is actually regarded as a local rich man.

Seeing that the two archers were beaten away, Zhou Yuantong was afraid that they would bring people over for revenge, so he quickly packed up the things on the stall and prepared to run away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Seeing that he was about to pack his things, Zhu Cihong grabbed him.

Zhou Yuantong explained, "Of course they ran away, otherwise we would all have to go to jail when they brought someone over."

Zhu Cihong is not afraid of going to prison or something, it's almost the same for anyone who asks him to go to prison.

"I'm not afraid, a few yamen servants can make my master's butt move and I will lose, you come and tell my fortune first." Zhu Cihong said to Zhou Yuantong confidently.

Zhou Yuantong was infected by Zhu Cihong's self-confidence, perhaps it was due to the role of the Jinyi guards behind Zhu Cihong.

In short, he really gave up the idea and action of running away, sat down opposite Zhu Cihong, and asked him, "I don't know what this Mr. Wei wants. I think you have so many followers behind you. You must be rich or expensive. It's a normal thing." I'm afraid it won't bother you."

"You're right." Zhu Cihong heard what the charlatan said, and felt that he still had some ability to read words and demeanor.

"Haha, how dare you come out without two brushes, don't you think so?" Zhou Yuantong said to Zhu Cihong with a playful smile.

"I still don't know if you want to test the characters or do the divination." Zhou Yuantong asked.

"Let's test the characters." Zhu Cihong said, he wanted to know how much this charlatan can tell from a single character.

"Okay!" Zhou Yuantong took out two pieces of yellow paper from under the table, and took out a piece of charcoal, intending to pass it to Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong saw that the yellow paper was the same as when he went to his hometown to burn it for his grandfather when he was young, and the charcoal sticks seemed to be left over from unburnt wood picked up from the fire.

"This is your pen and paper? Why is this paper the same as the one burned in the grave? You couldn't have picked it up from the cemetery of the dead, right?" Zhu Cihong didn't expect Zhou Yuantong to be so poor.

"Haha, a man doesn't stick to trifles." Zhou Yuantong said embarrassingly, scratching the back of his head.

Zhu Cihong has never held such a thing. In his previous life, he had good financial conditions and never used it. In this life, he has traveled to become a prince, and he doesn't even hold a pen.

"Liu Bao, go buy a set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, and buy me a plain fan." Zhu Cihong ordered Liu Bao to buy things for him again.

(End of this chapter)