Chapter 37 Can he actually figure out what she does?
In the afternoon, my master was still taking a nap and I was sitting alone in the living room.
A man came in, wearing a black woolen coat, brown trousers, and a pair of wide-toed leather shoes. He looked like a wealthy man. He asked in a condescending tone, "Is your master at home?"
"Not up yet."
"Oh," he glanced at me with a look of contempt.
I don't want to bother with this kind of person. I can tell at a glance that he is the kind of nouveau riche who has little education but makes a lot of money.
He thought I should make tea or hurry up to wake up the master.
I just didn't. I just sat there reading, not looking away.
"How long will he sleep?"
"have no idea."
The man paced back and forth in the living room. He wanted to leave, but felt that he couldn't make a wasted trip.
At this time, the master finally appeared.
The man sneered, "What time does the master go to work?"
The master smiled and said, "There's no definite answer."
"Oh, no worries about money."
“You can make endless money, just enough to support your family.”
The man took out a cigarette and handed it to the master.
The master shook his head to indicate that he didn't smoke.
The man put the cigarette in his mouth and took out a silver lighter. With a "click", the flame shot up high - that look was learned from Hong Kong movies.
The master sat down and looked at the man.
The man said, "Master, I want to build a living tomb for my parents (a tomb is built before the person dies). Please choose a good day."
The master sneered and asked, "Looking for a good day?"
The man disagreed: "Yes, let's find a good day to start construction."
The master sneered again and said, "You are unfilial and want your parents to die soon?"
The man was confused and asked, "Do we have to wait for a bad day?"
The master said slowly, "It's not a good day, nor a bad day, but an empty day."
Empty days? Even I heard Master use this new term for the first time.
The master stared at the man and lectured him word by word: "Empty, empty, understand? The longer the tomb remains empty, the longer your parents will live."
After being scolded by his master, the man became much more honest: "Master, your teaching is good. I only know how to make money and have not read much. Please forgive me."
The master half-closed his eyes, circling his fingers and muttering, "Metal and wood clash, a hollow day in the middle, the 25th of this month."
The fat man took out a stack of bills and said, "This is the tuition fee. Please accept it."
The master curled his lips at me and I took it.
The man left. I counted: two thousand.
The master said nothing surprising, "If this kind of person is willing to count a thousand, I will charge him a thousand. If he is willing to count ten thousand, I will charge him ten thousand."
The master and the apprentice were in the middle of a lively conversation when a tall, pretty woman came in. She had long hair and was dressed in fashionable clothes.
She looked like an unmarried girl. I said, "Please sit down. Do you want to..."
The woman smiled at Master and me:
"Master, I want to open a shop, but I haven't decided what business to start. Could you please tell me which business I should choose to make money in?" After saying this, he patted his chest, as if he was tired, and smiled at me: "Little Master, can I have some water to drink?"
Tea is not usually served to those who come to have their fortunes read. Even if tea is served, it is served in a disposable cup. I made a cup and placed it on the table. She smiled at me and said, "Thank you." Then she looked at the master.
The master still had his signature smile on his face, always looking shocked, and said: Write a word.
I pushed the paper and pen aside and said, "Write here."
The woman carefully wrote the word "quiet".
The master took the paper, laughed, and said:
"It doesn't matter what business you do, you will make money no matter which business you do."
The woman smiled and asked, "Really?"
The master said, "Look at what you are holding in your hand?"
She looked down and said, "A teacup."
The master reminded: "Look again."
Even I find it strange, isn't it just a cup of tea?
The woman took another look at her master, a puzzled expression on her face.
The master smiled and said, "You are holding two cups in your hands. This is called double hair."
The woman patted her chest again: "Am I so lucky?"
The master glanced at the piece of paper and said, "Let's get back to the topic. Is this word 'Jing' part of your name?
The woman nodded. "Yes, my name is Jingjing. My online name is Guo Weishu."
The master said, "The three words 'unripe fruit' are quite appropriate for the business you are going to do."
Jingjing said, "Really?"
The master analyzed: "The character 'jing' contains the character 'qing', with two 'tu' characters stacked on top of it, which means that plants emerge through layers of soil. To use an analogy, it is like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil.
Looking at the word "struggle" again, it represents a spirit of striving for progress and vigor. Therefore, the business you want to do is not about the fruit growing outside, but about the rhizome underground.
He stared at his master quietly and intently, afraid of missing a single word.
The master continued his analysis, "Your online name also aligns with what I just said. Before the fruit is ripe, it is the flower, and before the flower is the root. For the fruit to ripen, it must rely on the root."
He nodded quietly, waiting for his master's next words.
The master said: "One is to make roasted nuts, such as peanuts, and the other is to make medicinal herbs, such as ginseng."
Jingjing screamed and patted her chest: "Master, I admire you so much, please accept my knees."
It turned out that Jingjing had opened a "Ginseng Store" on this street, but the store had already opened. She heard that there was also a fortune-telling master on this street, so she came here to try her luck.
She patted her chest and said, "You're absolutely right. I specialize in Northeastern ginseng. It's only two or three hundred meters from your house. You're truly a master of divination. Master, I'll give you half of my profits."
The master chuckled and said, "I have enough food and clothing, so I don't need to give money. But since we are neighbors, I will still accept a few pounds of peaches."
Jingjing asked, "Do you like peaches?"
The master chuckled again: "Going down the mountain to pick peaches is like sharing the victory, but the peaches need to be ripe. If they are not ripe, then we won't collect them."
Jingjing laughed so hard that she held her stomach and said, "You are so funny."
I held back my laughter and thought to myself, Master was indeed a good hand when he was young, otherwise, why would Master's wife, who was like a fairy and ten years younger than him, marry him?
Jingjing wanted to count the money, but the master waved his hand:
"Since we're neighbors, there's no need for money. Just give me a few high-quality ginseng stalks to make tea. Oh, and give a few to Xiao Wan, too. He's your benefactor and gave you a double cup."
Jingjing said, "I'm so happy. I'll send it over later."
She stood up, walked a few steps, then turned back and said to the master:
"I'll give you ginseng with a neck. This type of ginseng takes ten years to grow and contains ginsenosides, which can improve immunity."
The master clasped his hands together and said, "Those without necks are not necessarily bad, they can sing well."
Jingjing patted her chest again and said, "I need to borrow a pair of knees to kneel before you! I need to include that singer in the mix, too."
After Jingjing left, I asked Master, "Why does this girl keep patting her chest?"
My master taught me carefully: "A woman who pats her chest frequently is innocent and lovely, sincere and believable. A man who pats his chest frequently is boastful and untrustworthy. There is a type of man who only pats his chest once, loudly and forcefully, and is a chivalrous person, like Shi Yanfeng."
As we were talking, Jingjing brought over two boxes of ginseng. I was about to say something polite to Jingjing when my cell phone rang. I stepped aside to answer it.
"Oh, it's Mr. Yu. Yes, I'm with Master. You're coming over, okay. When will you arrive? In three days. Okay, I'll definitely let you know."
I told my master. He said he understood. Mr. Yu had called him a few days ago.
I haven’t contacted Ms. Yu for a long time. What’s the matter with her coming?
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