Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

The next morning, the sun shone softly on the valley, waking up the three sleeping people.

Zhang Yaoyang got up first, packed his luggage, carefully arranged the wolf skin and fixed it in the carriage, then woke up Erzhu and Uncle Beggar.

After a simple breakfast, they set off for the town.

Along the way, the wind was cold, but the three of them were full of expectations for the small town and did not feel the cold at all.

Near noon, they finally arrived at their destination.

The town is decorated with lights and colorful decorations everywhere, and it is very lively and filled with the strong flavor of the New Year.

The streets are lined with a wide variety of New Year goods, pedestrians are shoulder to shoulder, and laughter is heard everywhere.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year is very strong in this era. Whether one is rich or poor does not affect people's anticipation for the New Year.

Zhang Yaoyang looked at the happy crowd, but he was thinking of his own family.

How much he wanted to celebrate the New Year with them now, even if it meant just eating some rotten vegetable steamed buns and drinking some thin porridge.

Unfortunately, he can't go back. How can there be two Zhang Yaoyangs in this world? Alas, this damn system has made him unable to return home and unable to love women. He is living like a walking corpse.

Erzhu was young after all, and he looked around excitedly, his eyes full of novelty. From time to time, he pulled Zhang Yaoyang and Uncle Beggar to see those interesting things.

Zhang Yaoyang took them to buy some items for the New Year, including new clothes, food, and some daily necessities.

Those beggar's attire must naturally be completely abandoned.

Then, they came to a corner of the market, where the beggar uncle set up his fortune-telling stall. A cloth banner with the words "divine prediction" fluttered gently in the wind, and tortoise shells, copper coins and other fortune-telling props were placed on the table.

These were not bought for him by Zhang Yaoyang, but were picked up by chance while he was walking along the way.

For example, the turtle shell was from a dead mountain turtle that we encountered along the way.

The copper coin is even more interesting. It was picked up from the altar when passing by a very remote land temple.

No matter how ignorant one is, just by looking at the shape of the copper coin, one can tell that this thing is a real antique. The mountain temple must have been abandoned for many years, and no outsiders have passed by, so they were able to pick up such a bargain.

Everything was ready and they were just waiting to open. Zhang Yaoyang sat cross-legged on a small stool with the beggar uncle.

After a while, an elderly woman came over and asked curiously, "Old Immortal, are you good at fortune-telling?"

The beggar stroked his beard and said confidently, "I can't say that my divination is always correct, but it has never been wrong. What do you want to predict? Marriage, career, or something else?"

The old woman scratched her head and said a little embarrassedly: "I want to calculate my son's marriage fate."

After asking about the old woman's son's birth date and some other details, the beggar uncle picked up the tortoise shell and copper coins, muttered something, and then scattered the copper coins on the table, carefully examining the arrangement and patterns of the coins.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Aunt, your son is lucky. He will have a good marriage in the next one or two years. The woman has a gentle personality and is a perfect match for him. However, you must let your son take the initiative and don't miss the opportunity."

After hearing this, the old woman's eyes lit up, she thanked him repeatedly, left two cents and left with satisfaction.

Zhang Yaoyang was watching intently from the side, and couldn't help but develop a deeper curiosity about this fortune-telling technique.

Erzhu muttered quietly, "Uncle, what you said is so mysterious, can it be true?"

The beggar uncle glared at him and said, "What do you know? This is something passed down by our ancestors, and it has its own logic."

Then, several more people came to tell fortunes, and the beggar uncle answered them one by one. Zhang Yaoyang watched carefully from the side, silently writing down every move and every word of the beggar uncle.

As it got dark, people in the market gradually dispersed. The beggar uncle packed up his stall. The three of them counted the money and realized that they had earned five dollars.

With such a strong income, if you can earn this much every day, there will be no problem in supporting your family.

It is at this time of year, when the New Year is approaching, that people have some savings and there is a large flow of people. Otherwise, we would not be able to do so much business.

Normally, it would take three to five days to save up these five dollars.

The beggar uncle had always been eating and using Zhang Yaoyang's things, so he wanted to give back to the other party and was determined to use the five dollars to treat him to a meal.

Of course I can't go out to eat, but eating some noodles is more than enough.

I just didn't expect that such a simple thing would add so many points and waves.

They had just ordered the noodles and hadn't taken a few bites when they heard a burst of shouting and cursing coming from the other end of the stall.

It turned out to be a gangster-like guy who deliberately made trouble by saying that there was foreign matter in the noodles. He demanded that the boss waive the bill and compensate him one dollar, otherwise he would smash the noodle stall.

The boss was an honest man. He was so anxious that his face turned red and he begged bitterly.

Zhang Yaoyang frowned and was about to get up, but the beggar uncle gently held his arm and signaled him not to be anxious.

The beggar uncle stood up slowly and walked towards the ruffian with a kind smile on his face: "My dear brother, it's New Year's Day, why do you have to embarrass the owner of this small business? Why don't you listen to me and stop it."

The thug squinted at the beggar and said disdainfully, "Who are you, old man? Stop meddling in other people's business. If he doesn't give you the money today, you can forget about running this stall!"

The beggar uncle was not angry. He took out the tortoise shell and copper coins from his pocket and gently placed them on the table: "I see that your forehead is dark, and I am afraid that you have been plagued by disasters recently. How about I tell you a fortune? If you believe it, let this boss go. How about it?"

When the gangster heard this, he was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter: "You? You still want to tell my fortune? Okay, if you are right, I will pretend that what happened today never happened. If not, you and this boss will compensate me together!"

The beggar uncle looked calm, picked up the tortoise shell and shook it, then scattered the copper coins on the table. He stared at the arrangement of the copper coins, his face gradually becoming solemn: "Brother, look at this hexagram, it shows that you will get into big trouble in the near future because of your greedy and aggressive nature. If you don't change, I'm afraid that imprisonment is inevitable."

The gangster's smile froze on his face instantly. He subconsciously clenched his fists, but he was still a little scared.

Just then, there was a sudden noise of footsteps on the street. It turned out that several public officials from the town were passing by.

When the thugs saw these people, their faces turned pale, just like mice seeing a cat.

It turned out that he had committed crimes several times before and had been put in jail.

So, he left quietly.

The storm was thus settled, and the boss was so grateful that he not only waived their bills, but also insisted on giving them some homemade snacks. Zhang Yaoyang and the others could not refuse, so they had to accept it.

After leaving the restaurant, Erzhu looked at the beggar uncle with admiration: "Uncle, you are so amazing, this fortune-telling can solve so many troubles!"

The beggar smiled and waved his hands: "This is not the result of fortune-telling, but the result of being a good person and being kind to others and accumulating more virtues."

Zhang Yaoyang was inspired and said, "Uncle, you only treated me once, and the changes are so great. This disease should be... cured, right?"

However, the next second, the beggar uncle showed him his attack.