The boy pointed at the little monkey, his face flushed with excitement.
Seeing Xihe's serious face, the old man selling candy figures said quickly, "Don't worry, Taoist priest, this candy figure is worth the price. I definitely didn't charge you too much."
Taoists walk among the people and often interact with them, and everyone respects them very much.
Xihe nodded: "How much?"
The old man blushed a little and held up his finger: "Fifty cents."
Xihe: ...
She turned to look at the boy. Yuanbao was biting the candy man and grinning at her.
There was candy stuck to her fair little face, and she was holding several little pigs, chickens, and ducklings in her hands, all with their heads bitten off...
Xihe's chest heaved up and down, and she really wanted to raise her leg and kick him. She finally understood why the original owner was so stingy. This guy was just a money-grubber!
She looked unhappy and like she was about to lose her temper.
The old man couldn't help but shrink his shoulders: "Actually... four, forty cents will do..."
Woohoo, this is real sugar. Sugar is so expensive nowadays. No, it can’t be any less.
Xihe took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Fifty cents is fifty cents."
He pulled out his money bag from his sleeve, counted the money, and handed over the last half a pound of silver: "Business is booming."
The old man happily took it and said, "Thank you, Taoist priest. Come again next time!"
Come on, ghost, never again.
Xihe quickly pulled away the food that was making his hands sticky and turned away.
There were few dignitaries in the town. They walked for several streets before they saw a young lady from a wealthy family going out. She was escorted by a group of maids and servants and went directly into a jewelry store. Outsiders could not even see her face.
The desire to fool the rich was dashed.
Xihe sighed, walked around the street, and finally sat down at a street corner.
He hung up the banner, waved the whisk, and sat on the small stool... The fortune teller who was stroking his beard and looked like an immortal became anxious.
"You old man! Don't you see I'm here?"
"It was because of this that I sat down."
"What?"
The fortune teller's eyes widened into a bulge.
Xihe shook his sleeves and looked at the passersby: "Daoist friend, I guess you haven't made a single order since this morning? Tsk tsk, haven't you even eaten?"
A 'gurgling' sound was heard at the right moment.
The fortune teller blushed, stood up suddenly, pointed at Xihe's nose and started to curse: "No matter how poor I am, I am still better than you. I don't even have the tools to set up a stall, and you still have the nerve to criticize me? I'm afraid this set of clothes is the only thing I have to show off."
He sneered, looking as if he knew who was who.
Xihe:...Oh no, I met someone in the same industry.
But she must not lose face, even though she is really poor.
With a light cough, Xihe said, "Believe it or not, I can calculate your life story in a matter of minutes."
The fortune teller's face was full of laughter, and he said, "You have deceived your Taoist master, you old beggar. I'm afraid you haven't found out who I am, have you?"
"Leave quickly and don't block Daoye's business."
He waved his big hands and came forward to drive Xihe away.
Xihe slapped him away, closed his eyes, and pretended to calculate: "Lin Ping, born in the third year of Chongwen, formerly lived in the thirteenth prefecture of the Southern Kingdom, left home at the age of ten, and at the age of fifteen... woo woo."
"Shut up, shut up! Who sent you?"
Lin Ping rushed over and covered Xihe's mouth.
I don’t know if my hand had just touched a big toe, but the smell made Xihe roll her eyes and quickly push him away: “Fuck, did you wipe it with your hand?”
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