Chapter 221 Mr. Blind
Buying the book was useless.
Jiang Jiani spent several days flipping through books but still couldn't find the answer.
There's no way around it; seriously reading a book you don't really like is a completely different matter from reading a novel.
The former is a headache, making you want to sleep; the latter is exciting, keeping you awake at all.
When Lu's mother asked again, she could only say that it would be soon.
Faced with Lu's knowing gaze, she didn't even have the courage to meet her eyes: "What should we do? We can't go on like this, can we?"
"Children grow up very fast, and if we don't name them soon, it might be too late."
Lu Xiangyang: "..."
He hesitated for a moment: "How about we go find a blind fortune teller to name the child? It's better than us not being able to come up with a name for the child at all."
Feudal superstition has resurfaced.
Besides fortune telling for good luck, romance, wealth, and choosing auspicious dates for moving or weddings, the most popular thing to do is name a child.
Lu Xiangyang himself is an absolute atheist, but that doesn't stop him from using feudal superstition when necessary.
For example, the difficult problem of naming a child.
Jiang Jianni's eyes lit up immediately: "Great idea!"
"Why didn't I think of that? Why didn't you remind me sooner?"
In her past life, when she was struggling to name the protagonist, she used an online name generator. However, it turned out that people online used the Four Pillars of Destiny (Bazi) and Five Elements to generate names, and if she wanted a proper name, she would have to pay money.
Out of curiosity, Jiang Jianni actually made up a birth chart, and then found that although she had paid money, the name the other party chose was indeed nice-sounding, and the homophones were also pleasant to hear.
Lu Xiangyang said helplessly, "I only remembered this because I heard from others that their children had consulted a blind fortune teller."
Jiang Jianni was full of energy: "Let's go find Mr. Blind to come up with a few more nice names, but let's not decide on one yet."
"I'll buy some more books on the I Ching and Bagua later and study them myself."
"If we can come up with something, we'll come up with a better name than the one Mr. Blind came up with. If we can't, we'll just use the one Mr. Blind came up with."
If you've gone through so much to give birth to your child, it's best to use the name you chose for them, if possible.
Full of energy, the two of them asked their colleagues about several well-known blind fortune tellers.
When the weekend came, I prepared to go find someone.
For this purpose, Jiang Haibing's car was specially borrowed.
When Jiang Haibing heard that they had gone out of their way to find someone to help name their child, he immediately lent out his car: "This is Dudu's birth chart. Remember to give Dudu a name too."
Jiang Jianni: "...Dudu doesn't have a name either?"
Jiang Haibing looked annoyed: "Dad said he was going to name Dudu, but what kind of names did he come up with?"
"The founding of the People's Republic of China and the liberation of the Red Army? What era are we living in that they still have such an old-fashioned name?"
“The names my mom gave me were even worse, Shuanzi and Zhuzi. Nobody in the countryside would call themselves that anymore.”
"I'm a rough, uncultured man, and I can't come up with any good names."
"I was hoping you could come up with a nice name for Dudu, but it turns out you two college students can't even come up with a name for your own child, so we can't count on you."
"It would be better to find that blind man."
Dudu is a few months older than Lu Haibin.
In just over a year, her child will be starting kindergarten. Jiang Haibing, the father, appears calm on the surface, but inside he's incredibly anxious.
Unfortunately, I've been taking on a lot of work lately and haven't been able to find the time to work.
Now is the perfect time to take advantage of my younger sister's help.
Jiang Jianni: "..."
Lu Xiangyang: "..."
The two cultured people couldn't come up with a good name for their child, and now they've become the laughing stock in their family.
Jiang Jianni's colleagues admired Mr. Blind, and Lu Xiangyang's colleagues also thought Mr. Blind had real skills. Jiang Haibing also gave them the address of a Mr. Blind who was said to be very powerful.
Jiang Jianni: "...Do you think all these people are really blind?"
Suddenly I feel like there are a lot of blind men.
Lu Xiangyang: "Blind people can't do other jobs, so many people with some education choose to do this."
In the past, feudal superstition was suppressed, but now even young people have to consult a blind fortune teller to choose an auspicious date for their wedding.
To research this specifically for the sake of making a living, honestly, it's not shameful.
"However, whether they have real skills is another matter."
After all, fortune telling is ultimately based on the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams. There are some people who are truly talented and can figure it out, but most of them are just charlatans who treat an almanac like a treasure.
Jiang Jianni usually lives a very simple life, rarely even going shopping, so she naturally didn't know that the most bustling street in Pingyang City was a gathering place for fortune tellers.
In a stretch of road that's only about twenty meters long, there are twenty or thirty fortune tellers.
It can be said that they set up stalls one after another.
Moreover, they are all shrewd and calculating, clearly intending to swindle whoever comes first.
Even so, there are still people willing to pay this money.
Many people get married, especially in winter.
Lu Xiangyang had heard from his comrades that his neighbor was a fortune teller. When business was good, he could earn several hundred yuan a day, and even on ordinary days he could earn several dozen yuan.
It's no wonder so many people choose this line of work if they can earn so much money just by saying a few words.
Moreover, in this line of work, if you happen to meet a big customer and can say something that resonates with them, you might earn thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars in one go.
They're doing alright here; fortune telling and such are just small-scale operations.
I've heard that people in big cities are even more obsessed with this, especially those further south.
Especially in the harbor.
The famous masters over there charge tens or hundreds of thousands for a single divination, with the most skilled ones earning millions, and even then, a divination is extremely difficult to obtain.
Lu Xiangyang was stunned when he heard about it.
The money over there is practically worthless.
Jiang Jianni pouted: "What's so special about that? It's nothing unusual."
Fortune telling may seem like a lot of money, with hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars involved, but compared to the potential benefits they might receive, this amount of money is just a drop in the ocean.
There was a time when online fortune-telling novels were very popular.
Jiang Jianni also wrote a book following the trend, but the principles and so on were obviously made up. She herself didn't even know what she had made up, but that copycat book became very popular.
It is the second most profitable book she has written in all her years of writing.
After finishing that book, she wrote two more books on the same theme.
Unfortunately, he wasn't as lucky as he was the first time, and could only barely make ends meet in the next two attempts.
This also fully demonstrates people's acceptance of fortune telling—as long as you tell me a good fortune, I'm happy to pay you.
What was that saying again? Between seeking romance and seeking peace, I chose to seek wealth.
Whether these three blind men had any real skills or not, they didn't go out to wait for people to come to them; instead, they stayed at home and waited for people to come to them.
The first person the two of them went to was someone in the old town of Pingyang City.
When they arrived, a man had just come out of Mr. Blind's house. He saw them, but didn't say anything. They exchanged a glance and then left quietly.
A middle-aged woman led them into the house, and through a curtain, an old voice asked, "What do you want to ask?"
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