Master Guoshi's rebirth daily

"Meow, meow..." The big cat lay on the plastic stool, eyes half closed, and its tail flicked.After the rain, the warm sunshine sprinkled on the ground, adding to the laziness.

One person, one cat, two plastic stools, and a piece of A4 paper was pressed on the ground in front of the young man, with fortune-telling written in two big bold characters on it—this was bought by Jiang Yizhi from a copy shop for [-] cents. .

In this Fengshui Street, there are no less than twenty or thirty fortune-telling stalls along the street.Compared with other masters with flowing white beards and Taoist robes, Jiang Yizhi, who is wearing a white shirt and jeans, looks like an outsider who has broken into a secret place, and looks out of place.

Less than two meters away from him is the signboard of Master Zhang, who is known as the fortune teller. Compared with Jiang Yizhi's side, where no one cares about it all afternoon, there is an endless stream of fortune tellers there, which is the most popular place on Fengshui Street. One of the thriving places.

Master Zhang touched the 200 yuan he just got, and he was very proud.Although he claims to be a fortune teller, but he has a few pounds and a few taels, and his heart is bright.As for fortune-telling, after decades of guessing, he has a place in this Fengshui Street, but that's all.After all, if he really has any great skills, he should wait for people to come to his door waving banknotes to beg him. Even if he puts on a straight face and looks like his eyes are above the top, others still have to flatter him.Where can I sit in this shabby place and carry forward the spirit of fiery dedication!

But this is already very good. Like him now, he is 70 to 1 years old, and he can earn [-] yuan a month at least. In addition to not worrying about food and clothing, he can also subsidize a few children, which is too late for most people to envy. .

For example, the young man next to him, whose hair hasn't grown yet, wants to come out and hang out?Anyone who works in this line of work, even if they are really capable, has a bowl of experience to eat. To put it bluntly, it depends on the face and the age.With him like this, even if he sits here for ten and a half months, no one will come to his door.

Thinking of this, Master Zhang couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Yizhi again. He was white, tender, and clean. He just looked very pleasing, and he was about the size of his little grandson.

He stroked his beard, and while there was no one in the booth, he said to Jiang Yizhi, "What's your name, little brother?"

It seems that Chinese strike up a conversation with this sentence.

Jiang Yizhi put down his pistol, turned his head to look at Master Zhang, "Your surname is Jiang, and the Taoist name is up and down." This is his Taoist name in his previous life, and it is also his name in this life.

He paused, and then complimented casually, "Brother is very capable, and I have gained a lot this afternoon."

"Hey, there is still a Taoist name," Zhang Tianshi laughed, "Emotions are still from a serious Taoist school, but let me say—"

He moved the small bench to Jiang Yizhi's side, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you with this outfit, little brother!" Jiang Yizhi followed his words and asked him.

Jiang Yizhi shook his head, "No."

Master Zhang paused when he stroked his beard, this young man didn't follow the routine.

Master Zhang was about to speak, when a black car drove over, turned left and hit a utility pole with a bang, the right turn signal was crooked, and the car completely shut down.

Then Master Zhang saw Jiang Yizhi pointing at the fat middle-aged man with a beer belly who got out of the car and said: "No, isn't this delivered to your door?"

With a sullen face, Yang Jianguo touched the bruise on his forehead. His already bad mood was even worse now. He pointed at the driver, Old Wang, and spit, "How do you drive? If you can't do it, get out of here as soon as possible. This life of mine is precious, if something really happens today, you won’t be able to pay it back if you sell it..."

The driver, Old Wang, looked aggrieved, and waited until Yang Jianguo was tired of cursing, and he replied cautiously: "I don't know what happened, suddenly there was a blank in front of me, and I turned the steering wheel subconsciously, what do you do now... "

He subconsciously looked back at the deformed front part of the car, and swallowed his saliva with a bitter face. The car cost four to five million at least, and the repair fee alone would make him bankrupt.

"What else can I do?" Yang Jianguo waved his hands anxiously: "Call and call a car..."

On the other side, Master Zhang said in a good voice: "In our business, we must be down-to-earth. Although a rich man like this, although he spends a lot of money, his hands are hot! What they want to do is a big deal. Don't talk about cheating and abducting people, let's not talk about whether they can scare people. If things are not done well and people are unhappy, it will be a matter of missing arms and legs. So, let's just sit down honestly. Here, don’t think about what’s there or what’s not.”

Zhang Tianshi presumptuously taught Jiang Yizhi his experience.

Jiang Yizhi smiled but said nothing.

Zhang Tianshi looked at Jiang Yizhi's reluctance, and hated that iron could not be made into steel, and was thinking of rolling up his sleeves and continuing to reason with him.Glancing at the old man who was walking towards here, he suddenly stopped the fire and muttered, "Why is this old man coming again, bad luck."

After speaking, he moved the small bench back to his stall, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Jiang Yizhi looked around. From the time the old man stepped into Fengshui Street, some of the fortune tellers around him looked up at the sky, as if they were doing nothing.Some started chatting with the stall next door.Some even closed the stalls directly, as if avoiding them.

The old man looked tired, slightly hunched over, his light gray jacket was dirty and wrinkled, and his pale lips were already covered with tiny cracks.When passing by Jiang Yizhi's booth, he subconsciously stopped, probably surprised by Jiang Yizhi's youth, and asked incredulously, "You also tell fortunes?"

Jiang Yizhi nodded.

The old man looked left and right, and the fortune tellers who caught his gaze looked away one after another.He gritted his teeth, thinking about counting again, even if he was not sure, he could just lie down again, anyway, he has done this thing countless times.He asked, "How much is your fortune telling?"

Jiang Yizhi looked at the old man for a while, and gave a price, "One thousand." Then he added, "Give me the money first and then calculate."

Master Zhang on the side couldn't help but opened his eyes.What is this old thing? Jiang Yizhi, the newcomer, didn't know, but they knew it very well.Let's ignore the messy things in this old guy's house, just say that every time he comes here to find someone to tell his fortune, if you don't take his job, he will go to the ground to disturb your business, not to mention greeting your ancestors by the way.When you finished your calculations and it didn't come true, the old guy made a phone call directly to the police station.Five out of ten fortune tellers on this street have been cheated by him.In the end, I have to apologize to the old guy and return the fortune-telling money.

But this old guy is shamelessly running here every day.None of the masters on Fengshui Street avoided him.If it weren't for the consideration of the large number of customers here, decades of contacts would not be lost in vain. Master Zhang would have thought of setting up a stall in another place.

He didn't mean to remind Jiang Yizhi either.As for Jiang Yizhi's reluctance just now, Master Zhang felt that it would be good to let him suffer a little bit, and let him know that fortune-telling is not an easy job.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man took out a handful of money from his pocket, counted ten and handed it to Jiang Yizhi.

Jiang Yizhi took it with a smile, and put it in the plastic bag in front of him, "What do you want?"

"Look for someone." The old man fixed his eyes on Jiang Yizhi.

"Who?" Jiang Yizhi raised his leg and changed into a comfortable position.

"My son." The corner of the old man's mouth twitched with bitterness.

"Tell me his birth date."

The old man said, and then Jiang Yizhi began to flip through the handbags, the speed fluctuated fast and slow, and he could tell at a glance that he was cramming.

Master Zhang rolled his eyes, this is a disciple taught by that family, and no one can fool him.

It's not to blame for Jiang Yizhi, fortune-telling is not his specialty, and he hasn't finished watching the hand piercing, so he just memorized it.

Just when the old man was getting impatient, Jiang Yizhi finally stopped flipping the pages of the book. He looked at a certain line in his hand, closed his hand suddenly, and said, "I figured it out—"

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said hurriedly, "Where is my son now?"

"The book says that life and death are determined by fate, and that good and evil will eventually be rewarded."

"What do you mean?" The old man understood, his eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his voice and said sharply.

Yang Jianguo, who was waiting for the car to pick him up, was looking at the Fengshui Street boredly. He was suddenly startled by the sound, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound...

Jiang Yizhi shook his head, "My condolences."

"You bastard, you, you're cursing my son to death...I have to teach you a lesson today, brat." The old man raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Yizhi, his face flushed and he was furious.

Jiang Yizhi didn't change his face, and said: "Your family has been passed down for three generations. You got married at the age of 19 and married your childhood sweetheart neighbor. But your wife gave birth to you three daughters in a row..."

The old man's face froze, and his raised hand froze in mid-air.

"Your parents were dissatisfied, so they kicked your daughter-in-law out of the house, and you couldn't bear to be judged by the villagers, so you acquiesced to what your parents did. And you married a second wife under the arrangement of your parents. On your newly married At night, your first wife threw herself into the river and died!"

The old man was pale and looked at a loss.

"Not long after, your second wife became pregnant and gave birth to a difficult childbirth. When you learned that the child was a boy, you chose to keep the child. As a result, your second wife died of heavy bleeding. Your son died because of Difficult childbirth, weak health, your family can't afford the medical expenses, so you sold the first three daughters to other families."

The old man's complexion changed, and the veins on his forehead bulged, obviously because of a guilty conscience, "Shut up—"

Jiang Yizhi ignored him, and continued: "Your son was pampered and raised by you. He has done all kinds of sneaky things since he was a child, and he didn't do much better when he grew up. He actually learned how to rob others for money. Be careful of killing people. You want to take the blame for your son, but the police are not so easy to fool, but when they arrested your son, he escaped by chance. This escape has lasted for five years, and there should be results. "

The old man looked dazed.Jiang Yizhi kindly reminded him, "Your phone is ringing."

He answered the phone unconsciously, "Hello, is this Zhao Zhiyou? This is the Beijing Police Station. Your son Zhao Quan is on the way to escape. He was killed because he resisted and attacked the police. Please go to the Beijing Police Station to claim it as soon as possible... Hey, Hey -"

The phone fell to the ground with a clatter.

Jiang Yizhi sat upright, and made up his mind: "By the way, there is one thing I should let you know, the one who killed your son was the husband of the youngest daughter you sold out back then. She is doing well now, with one son and one son. Female, the husband and wife are harmonious. His husband is expected to be promoted this time because he shot and killed the fugitive.”

Zhao Zhiyou's eyes were lifeless, and he fell to the ground directly after the world spun.

Jiang Yizhi shook his head, touched his pocket, and didn't bring his mobile phone. He turned to Master Zhang and said, "Brother, I didn't bring my mobile phone. Please call an ambulance."

Master Zhang closed his chin, came back to his senses, and said incoherently: "Okay, okay..." Then he hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

Jiang Yizhi kindly reminded him: "No hurry, I can't die now." That was half a month later.