As soon as she finished writing, she heard the old man who was painting praise her, "Great handwriting!"

It is said that calligraphy and painting are inseparable. Old man Zhang loves painting, so he naturally has some knowledge of calligraphy.

But Wei Mian's handwriting didn't look like something a girl of her age could write.

The sharpness is slightly revealed where it is hidden, and is also restrained where it is revealed, which shows that he has profound skills.

Wei Mian wanted to pay, but Old Man Zhang refused to take any money and just asked her with a smile if she could leave a message for him.

Wei Mian turned his gaze to Old Man Zhang's face.

The old man was probably in his sixties, not very tall and thin.

He has a long face, a high nose bridge, big ears, and a rosy complexion. He looks kind and benevolent.

This is how most people feel when they see him, but Wei Mian looks more carefully.

In her opinion, the old man's ears had clear contours, the earlobes were close to the skin, the color was bright and rosy, the ear openings were wide, the ear flesh was red and thick, and the ears were tall and long.

People with ears like this usually live long lives.

What's more, his eyes are clear and his philtrum is deep, straight and upright, which is also a sign of longevity.

So she readily left a "longevity" character.

There happened to be a lot of people around here, so Wei Mian borrowed a small stool from an old man.

Spread the paper you just wrote on the ground and officially start setting up the stall.

At first, no one noticed her. It was not until more than half an hour later, when a dance troupe not far away was having an intermission, that a few old men and women gathered around her.

It’s not uncommon to see fortune tellers setting up stalls, but I’ve never seen a young girl doing so.

"Why is the little girl, so young, setting up a stall here?"

"This isn't called setting up a stall, it's called scamming people."

"That's right. They know there are many elderly people in Beishan Park, but they set up a stall here specifically to cheat us out of our money!"

"Young people nowadays are so bad! Instead of studying and working hard, they just want to get something for nothing. Oh my, what kind of mentality is this!"

"Besides, what kind of fortune is this? He actually dares to ask for a thousand yuan. Blind Wang over there has only been fifty-one."

"Yeah, never mind whether he's accurate or not. We'll just consider fifty dollars as peace of mind. Unlike this little girl, who asked for a thousand dollars right away!"

Wei Mian was a cultivator, and his hearing was better than that of ordinary people, not to mention that the old men and women did not lower their voices.

She had been questioned many times in her previous life simply because she looked too young.

So when she heard this, she didn't get angry at all. Instead, she smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, why don't you come and tell me your fortune and see if I'm right? At worst, the first fortune telling won't be free."

When most people heard that the first hexagram required money, they were tempted.

First, they didn't believe Wei Mian could calculate accurately.

Secondly, they thought that after Wei Mian finished speaking, they would not be able to say anything.

Anyway, it's their own family affairs, and no one knows whether it's true or not except them, so they are just making it up.

Before anyone could sit down to have their fortune told, an older woman with a permed afro jumped out first.

"Oh my, we don't even know what's going on at home, why do we need you to help us calculate? You cheated us old people out of our money, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Because the old lady is old, her eyelids droop and she likes to squint when looking at people, which makes her look very unfriendly.

"Young girls nowadays really have no self-respect. And those who kneel on the roadside and say they need a few dollars for the bus fare, I scold them every time I see them. Seriously, you have brought shame to the elderly in your family. If I were the elderly in your family, I would be too embarrassed to go out!"

"What's the point of people like this living? If they can't contribute to society, they might as well just die and save food."

The old lady with the afro stood in front of Wei Mian's stall with her hands on her hips, talking with saliva flying everywhere.

Seeing her stand out, those who were originally interested retreated, looking a little embarrassed.

It seems that the aunt with the afro has a very high status among them.

Wei Mian suppressed the smile on his face. It was good to have a high status. Since this old lady had to come out, he would start with her.

Although the aunt with the afro has droopy eyelids, you can still see that her eyebrows are delicate and her eyes are round, making her look like an ordinary person.

But her nose was as sharp as a knife, with the bone clearly exposed. This is what physiognomy calls a sword-shaped nose.

Most women with this kind of nose are sharp-tongued and snobbish. Moreover, an aunt with a big face and a small nose is a typical face that will bring bad luck to her husband.

Wei Mian stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Auntie, I advise you to be more virtuous with your words, otherwise the bad karma you create will be repaid to the younger generation in your family."

When the aunt heard this, she immediately became angry. "What do you mean? Are you cursing my child?"

Then, as if he had grabbed Wei Mian's pigtail, he turned around and called for others to come and see.

"Everyone come and look at this little girl. I exposed her tricks and she cursed my child!"

"You've all seen my little grandson. She's so small, but I didn't mess with her. This girl is so sweet and charming—"

"Auntie!"

Wei Mian suddenly shouted softly, his expression very serious.

The aunt with the afro was originally shouting loudly.

Somehow, when I heard Wei Mian's voice, I felt my soul tremble.

At that moment, he asked stupidly, "What, what?"

Wei Mian looked at the black energy lingering in her children's palace with a slightly cold expression.

"You'd better go back quickly. I can't be wrong. Someone in your family just passed away. Judging from your face, you must be a grandchild."

The few aunties who were watching looked at each other in confusion. They knew the aunt with the afro and knew that her grandchild was only a three-year-old grandson.

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