The old man with the goatee was putting on airs. Around noon, there wasn't much business in the area near the market; all around were small vendors eating from lunchboxes and enamel mugs.
Just as Sun Lifang stretched out her hand, a plump woman shoveling rice into her mouth came rushing towards her, chopsticks still clutched in her hand, her buttocks swaying back and forth.
"Madam, please don't believe him."
“He’s a liar. Last time he said my kid would get into trouble this week, so I didn’t even dare let her go to school and locked her up at home.”
The fat woman wore a loose black and white striped tracksuit, her thick, dark neck connecting to her full breasts, which heaved rhythmically. "Damn it, I haven't been able to focus on my business at all; I've been staying home all day taking care of my kid."
"Nothing happened at all!"
Upon hearing this, Sun Lifang took a step back.
The fat woman and the old man with the goatee were about to fight.
When the fortune teller saw the woman coming to cause trouble, he spat on the ground with a "tui" sound, rushed over, glared at her, and confronted her.
Seeing that the two sides were about to start arguing, Sun Lifang gave her daughter a wink.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xinya rushed forward as if she hadn't seen anything.
"Auntie, let's talk this out, please don't hit me!"
The little girl spoke softly, and the plump woman's attitude softened unconsciously when she turned around. "It's alright, don't worry about Auntie."
"Auntie can do it!"
Zhou Xinya: "......."
Sun Lifang, heavily pregnant, couldn't help but find it amusing to watch her daughter, who was acting like a little adult, trying to break up the fight.
Zhou Xinya's little JK uniform was custom-made for her by Takeuchi Yoshiko. The shirt was paired with a blue plaid pleated skirt and a bow tie, and she wore shiny black leather shoes. She looked like an adorable little girl straight out of a manga.
The little girl stood on the flower bed, mediating the conflict between the two sides.
Do you really want something to happen to the child?
The plump woman shook her head when asked the question, "Who would want something to happen to the child?"
“That’s right.” Zhou Xinya clapped her hands. “It’s a good thing that nothing bad happened. Maybe he foresaw the event and protected you from disaster.”
"Auntie, don't you think so?"
Perhaps because the school teachers mediated the conflict in this way, Sun Lifang actually saw Teacher Xiong's expression and tone in her daughter.
Children love to imitate; after talking about this, they went on to talk about the fortune teller—
"Grandpa, you're a fortune teller, why can't you be more flexible?"
Speaking so impulsively, fighting won't solve anything.
In Zhou Xinya's world, everyone is an adult who communicates and solves problems.
Through words and deeds, she couldn't understand why the adults here would resort to violence after only a few words.
Under Zhou Xinya's gaze, the two adults turned their heads away.
Finally, the fat woman snorted and plopped down, saying, "Fine, I'll watch him do your calculations myself."
Actually, the fat woman was also wondering whether what the fortune teller was saying was true or false.
My family lives right in the market; we see each other all the time. We know each other's situation, so I can just make up a few things.
Now that she's met two strangers, she'll have to see what the fortune teller says.
If he makes a mistake, his own fishing stick won't let him off the hook.
Sun Lifang, who had originally planned to retreat with only ten yuan left, returned to the "battle" once again.
She never dreamed that Zhou Xinya would solve the problem in this way.
So for the next ten minutes, Sun Lifang talked to the old goat man about all sorts of professional terms, like "Xuanhai Luck Cycle" and "Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches."
Sun Lifang couldn't understand the outcome at all, and didn't know where to look, while the old man continued to talk non-stop, spitting as he spoke.
That imposing manner completely intimidated people.
If that's all, then fine, but there are two other people, one big and one small, standing next to them waiting for an answer.
"How was it? Was it accurate?" the fat woman asked expectantly.
Sun Lifang: "......."
Can I say that I didn't understand a single word?
"Am I just too uncultured?" Sun Lifang hissed, tilted her head, and frowned. "Is this the kind of nonsense you were talking about?"
Let's summarize.
Sun Lifang was initially intimidated by the fortune teller's demeanor—
Actually, the other person is quite talented. They quoted poetry and ancient sayings, and their transitions were perfect. Plus, there were the glances they gave each other.
Regardless of whether the calculation is real or not, with this level of acting skill, he's more than capable of making a living in theaters.
"In summary, you are very lucky, madam. You will never lack money in your life."
No sooner had the fortune teller finished speaking than the fat woman next to him retorted, "Anyone can talk a good game, but show me some real skills."
"Quiet down!" The fortune teller lifted his white coat and fanned himself. "I was just about to say something."
After saying that, the old man stared at Sun Lifang for a while and said, "Your husband is very capable and has a very prosperous career, right? I can see that from your face."
That's true," Sun Lifang nodded, then paused, only to hear the other person ask again, "You started from scratch, right?"
ah?
How could you even calculate that?
Sun Lifang's change in expression was noticed by others; her expression turned somewhat serious. "Yes, is there anything I need to be careful about?"
The fortune teller finally turned the tables, smugly snorting as he flew towards the fat woman before slowly producing his fortune-telling document—
"Look, I'll treat you as a friend and offer you this solution for free."
Sun Lifang took a look at the note and immediately sensed something was wrong.
What does it mean to "regret teaching one's husband to seek fame and fortune"?
What does this mean?
Sun Lifang's academic performance is acceptable; she can understand the meaning of the words, but what does it have to do with her?
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