Wenxiu fortune telling

He Wenxiu: I got up early in the morning and went out of town to comfort my wife, Wang Lanying, with a white cloth sign in my hand. It looked good and wrote clearly. Come quickly or not, Jiuli Sangyuan is called fortune telling. Bai: I heard someone calling fortune telling, so I thought of my husband. His name is Guan. I don't think he died young. Why did he die when he was young? Oh, he died. It seems that the face is difficult to be accurate, and it seems that life and death are doomed. He Wenxiu: What's good is bad. You can predict good or bad luck, and then make sure that you can pay when you come. If you're not sure, don't ask for money. Wang Lanying: Mr. Wang claims to be smart. Please ask him and this official to figure out his own life. However, because of his family's poverty, it is difficult to have money to tell fortune. He Wenxiu: I'm calling to tell my fortune, but I can't see what happened to the Yang family. Lan ying didn't hear you? Is there nobody at home? Oh, I remember. Yang Jiali is poor and has no money to tell fortune. I'm Mr. Wang from Kyoto. I came to Haining to be famous. A large family is called a fortune teller, and I will collect five taels of silver in my life. People of medium height are called fortune tellers, waiting for tea, meals and snacks. The poor are called fortune tellers, and they don't want any money. If there are children at home, Mr. Wang will also give gifts, put 24 pieces of bronze cymbals upside down and buy cakes for the children. Wang Lanying: Mr. Wang's speech is really strange. Every word touched my heart. Since the poor fortune teller doesn't want money, I'd better ask him to do the fortune-telling until I come forward to enlighten Chai Men. He Wenxiu: Read fortune, tell fortune-Wang Lanying: No ... I remember I was a young widow. If my husband is still young, it will be even harder for me to ban such gossip. He Wenxiu: No one answered the loud call, and Wen Xiuxin was uncertain. Am I wasting my trip today? I'll call you loudly. My fortune-teller was none other than someone who obviously wronged a great event. Wang Lanying: Obviously, you have wronged a great event. It seems that this gentleman has the ability. I still let my mother-in-law invite him to find out when my husband was wronged! He Wenxiu: Let me do the math. There is a clear line of eight characters. Wen Xiu wants to count his own life, but I can't count the lives of others. I can count my own life. Yang Mama Bai: Please sit down, sir. Please sit down. He Wenxiu White: Ah, Mom, I don't praise or flatter, so I just do what I'm told. Mother news: Left makes life twenty-one, and hit it for life. His ancestors had no family business, so he started a family. Born into an official family, his parents love him, and he has no brothers in the upper class and no brothers in the lower class. He is the only one who has no sister and younger sister. One or two years old, leaving mother's body on Wednesday and Thursday. I am five and six years old, and I go to school at the age of seven and eight. At the age of nine and ten, I have a Wenchang pass. Eleven and twelve are peaceful, twelve counts as seventeen. Bai: Oh, Mom. Yang Mama Bai: What? He Wenxiu: Woe to seventeen! Yang Mama Bai: Disaster, what disaster? He Wenxiu: Seventeen-year-old Death Dog Star, there is no storm. A traitor from North Korea came to kill his family, which was the only way to escape. He is down and out. It is more dangerous than a blind man crossing a bamboo bridge or a broken boat crossing a river. Fortunately, I am lucky to have a red phoenix and a happy star. Every lady on the road gave me money privately. The man was not paid as a token, and the woman married herself without media proof. Yang Mama Bai: Ha, oh, yes, sir. Nong Shu Ge and my goddaughter are absolutely right. Sir, what happened next? He Wenxiu Bai: Let me think. Sing: Seventeen is eighteen. Oh, mom! 18 years old, a disaster. The disaster in prison is a disaster, and the lawsuit of life is with you. Life criminals secretly kill each other, and it is difficult to survive if they are wronged. Wang Lanying: My dead official ... Yang Mama Bai: Oh, she cried again. He Wenxiu: Wen Xiu can't bear to hear his wife cry. I can only persuade my wife not to be sad by telling her fortune. Bai: Ah, Mom, this life is ok, ok. Yang Mama Bai: What, people are dead, too. It's good to go out for a walk. He Wenxiu: Fortunately, the noble star has been reborn. In the past spring of 18 and 19, Qinglong monopolized good luck. This year is exactly the 21st. He won the gold medal and became a minister. Now that husband and wife can meet, they must celebrate for the second time. Mother Yang: Oh, ok. Mr. Wang's speech is not pleasant to listen to, making it up and deceiving people. My son-in-law has been dead for three years, and no one has come back from the dead. He Wenxiu: Mom, don't believe me. My life must be right. He really doesn't deserve to die. It still exists in the world.