The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 250

Compared with Xilin City, the provincial capital, a huge city with a permanent population of more than 25 million and a horizontal span of nearly 50 kilometers, has more tall buildings and more prosperous and crowded streets.

Here, even the hawkers carrying baskets and selling fruits are in a hurry.

The restaurants and hot pot restaurants on the roadside seem to be full of guests, and people waiting in line are everywhere.

Because here, the bad business has already been eliminated, and those who can stay have their own characteristics.

This is the magic of competition.

Wu Jun also wanted to find a well-known hot pot restaurant to try, but looking at the long line at the door, he really didn’t want to wait, so he ate some bean curd rice with Fang Heng, which was also a taste of the local characteristics.

After lunch, I took a taxi to the famous Songxianqiao, where there is a big antique market.

Of course he didn’t come to Taobao, but Zou Hai’s calligraphy and painting shop is here, and sincerely invite him to come and visit, and then return to Xilin City together.

Xilin City also has a street selling old goods. Compared with the coldness there, it is as lively as a vegetable market.

In addition to the antique storefronts, there are stalls that are invisible at a glance, such as Qin bricks and Han tiles, Ming and Qing porcelains, ivory carvings, various jade wares, and three-color…

Of course, ninety-nine percent are crafts.

Compared with the bustling and bustling on the ground floor, the painting and calligraphy and Kistler Market on the second floor are much cleaner, and Zou Hai’s shop is here.

Unlike other stores, most of the calligraphy and paintings in his store are his own masterpieces.

Zou Hai certainly does not think that own calligraphy and painting can be comparable to celebrities. The reason why he chose here is the atmosphere.

If this shop is opened in other places, it is estimated that no one will look at it.

The shop is a black and white world. The air is mixed with the fragrance of ink and tea. It is quiet and ethereal and has an extraordinary artistic conception. Even if you are noisy, your soul will be infected and slow down involuntarily.

This is the charm of traditional calligraphy and painting.

It’s just that this traditional culture, which has been circulating for thousands of years, seems to have declined in the contemporary era of rapid economic expansion.

Some masters who can’t hold back even want to improve this traditional culture. Writing and painting with syringes, mops, and hair are all in pediatrics. There is a pair of masters and apprentices who are known as “The World’s Number One X Book”. Just looking at those brushes that are like wolf clubs is enough to shock everyone’s alloy dog ​​eyes.

Although art has no national boundaries, art has a bottom line.

“Master, what do you think?”

“Not bad.” Wu Jun smiled, “It feels a lot.”

“The master is absurd.”

Zou Hai also showed a smile. After all, Own’s paintings are admired, and he is a figure like a master, so naturally there is a lot of joy in his heart.

“How’s business?”

Zou Hai’s smile instantly froze on his face: “Not so good.”

“How many calligraphy and paintings have you sold?”

“A pair…”

A pair? The rent here is not cheap, right? Is it enough to sell a pair of utilities?

“…Never sold.”

Wu Jun:…

Wu Jun looked at him and felt that this man was too powerful. It has been more than two months since its opening and sales have been zero.

How strong is it to accept this result?

He wanted to persuade him not to drive. After all, everyone has something they are good at. People like him are still suitable for investigating and doing business.

However, if people are difficult to dismantle, let him experience it by himself. Anyway, his wealth is well established. If he is rich, he can do whatever he wants.

At this time Wu Jun found that Fang Heng was standing in front of a cursive script and had not moved for a long time.

Does this kid still have a talent for calligraphy?

So he walked over and asked: “What do you think?”

“Written very well,” Fang Heng said.

“Then how many words do you know?”

“I know all the first sentence.” Fang Heng replied solemnly.

Zou Hai was also happy when he heard it. His little grass “Yellow Crane Tower to Meng Haoran’s Guangling Mausoleum” was very elegant and extraordinary, and he didn’t expect the master’s disciple to appreciate it.

I was trying to get him to comment on a few sentences, but I heard Fang Heng say: “Hu Baliang solves the yellow crane… Lou… The last word is to recognize Lou, right?”

Zou Hai:…

Wu Jun shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Back when the teacher asked you to study hard, you don’t believe it, now you are ashamed? The pupils of “Yellow Crane Tower” can recite, right? You still make a mistake?”

Fang Heng looked ashamed: “Master, how do you pronounce it?”

“Listen well,” Wu Jun sternly said, “The old people have taken the Yellow Crane, and there is a Yellow Crane Tower here…No, Zou Hai, why didn’t you write the four sentences?”

Zou Hai: “…Master, it’s getting late, let’s go back to Xilin City now.”

…

Back home, Wu Jun continued to dig the well.

But the deeper you dig, the more difficult it is to operate.

Getting up and down is getting more and more troublesome, and there are a lot of sand and gravel below, and water keeps leaching out.

Fortunately, a large amount of celestial energy penetrated into the soil, and the shaft wall did not collapse.

It seemed that the system had already considered this and gave him a small shovel.

In addition to walking with Dahei and Jasmine in the past few days, Fang Heng spent the rest of his time at the mouth of the well, shaking the wheel, and transporting water, soil and gravel.

At first he thought it was an easy job, but as he got deeper and deeper, his free time became less and less, and he was so tired that he couldn’t lift his arms every day.

However, with the concerted efforts of the two, Lingquan Well expanded downwards at a very fast speed, reaching a depth of several tens of meters.

Seen from the mouth of the well, it is dark and makes the scalp numb.

At this time a guest came to the house.

Dong Jinjiang.

Dong Jinjiang is 68 years old this year, with white hair and a little fat, but his complexion is good and his eyes are fierce.

After he noticed Wu Jun that day, he asked people to investigate a little bit. When he found out that he was a fortune teller, he felt a little surprised.

So he got people to bribe Wei Donghai’s secretary and learned more things.

This young man, known as a master, not only knows fortune-telling, but also heals illnesses. Wei Donghai’s daughter’s eyes are cured by him. Zou Hai’s terminal illness seems to depend on him to stabilize the condition.

Moreover, the well-known Mr. Feng Shui, Fan Peng, looked respectful in front of him.

If it is not a super liar, then this man is a real strange man.

Compared with Wei Donghai, Dong Jinjiang has lived for more years and has a deeper view and understanding of this mysterious and mysterious thing.

So after reconsidering, I decided to visit in person.

“Are you looking for me, Master, something?” Fang Heng asked muddy.

“It’s okay, I’m here…”

“It’s okay to go back,” Fang Heng didn’t know his origin, but it didn’t prevent him from waving to drive people. “My Master is digging a well, I’m busy, he said, I won’t go to work recently.”

Driven by a hairy boy, Dong Jinjiang was not at all annoyed.

Zhou Wenwang asked Ziya by the Weishui River, and he had to personally pull him out. Liu Bei asked Zhuge Liang to come out of the mountain and also visited the thatched cottage.

When Zhang Liang met Huang Shigong, he still had to pick up shoes for him.

Therefore, the more weird temperament and willful behavior, the more proof that this person has true abilities.

So he walked out of Wu Jun’s house, and then played in Wangzi Mountain, while inquiring about the master’s rumors at will.

He will visit once every morning.

Although no one was seen every time, he persisted.

Wu Jun is very puzzled by his approach. Isn’t this old man doing anything right?