Chapter 53: Just do the math

Chapter 53: Just do the math

   Chapter 53

  The two were obviously not from ordinary people, but they went to this secluded place to ask questions, what else could it be besides secretly calculating the marriage?

   And his words fell silent, but when he saw the originally deserted boy, the eyes of the girl who looked at the girl suddenly entrained a trace of unbearable forbearance.

  Wu Chao took a deep breath.

  A marriage?

   Is it to use this fortune teller to tell him that there is a destined marriage between the two of them? Trying to make him change his mind?

  It’s too much taken for granted and frantic.

   "Naturally not."

  The girl’s voice was like a basin of cold water pouring him to calm him down.

   "Sir, please do the math for the young man next to me."

   "Oh?" The middle-aged man looked at Wu Chao and slightly narrowed his eyes: "I don't know what this young man wants to be?"

  "……"

  The young man who didn't want to count anything looked at Xu Mingyi.

  She obviously had plans, so he just took a look at what she wanted to do.

   "Anything will do." Xu Mingyi's tone is casual: "Mr., just help you do the calculations."

  The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

  Where is the fortune-telling thing that can be calculated casually, should the little girl order food in a restaurant?

  Thinking of ordering food, he couldn't help but glanced at the food container and the small jar of wine in the hand of the maid.

  That's it, who told him to earn money to eat, just play with the children.

   "Can this young man get closer?"

  Wu Chao patiently cooperated with the first two steps on the ground.

   "It is still necessary for the son to say his birthday——"

  Wu Chao moved his fingers behind him.

  Birthday?

  He looked at Xu Mingyi.

  Would you like to show his birthday when you go around such a big circle?

  Prepare birthday gifts for him?

  When I was in Ningyang, the little ladies who caused people's headaches did this thing——

  Xu Mingyi couldn't help being at a loss.

  What did you think of again?

  If others ask, can they also think of her?

   "If it is inconvenient to tell the birth date, it is only the year of the birth." The fortune teller stepped back and asked the most authentic.

  Wu Zhao looked away from Xu Mingyi.

  "Born in the first year of Qingming."

After hearing the words, the middle-aged man had the final say, and then he looked at the minifigure from head to toe carefully, and said in his mouth: "This young man is handsome and handsome, and he is full of noble spirits. He wants to come home to be rich or not. It's expensive..."

  Wu Chao frowned.

  Does this fact that anyone with long eyes can almost see?

When he was feeling impatient to accompany Xu Mingyi to prank again, he only heard the middle-aged man with his fingers said slowly: "This young man left the house at the beginning of Mao's time this morning, and he is alone without a servant. ...After going out, I met a beggar. The son is a benevolent person. He should have given away some money to the beggar..."

  Speaking of this, the middle-aged man can't help but feel envious.

  He is a practical person, so naturally he won’t envy this young man’s background, all he envy is the lucky beggar...

  The hardships of life have long eroded his dignity.

  An unexpected color appeared in Wu Chao's eyes.

  But he is not a person who is easily persuaded, so he subconsciously thinks about it.

  As sensible as him, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to think that Xu Mingyi sent someone to follow him and watch him——

  His confidant died on the way to Beijing, and his father re-selected a few useful people for him, but he was not used to being followed by those strange faces, so most of them went out alone.

  But the capital was not as good as Ning Yang, and his father would not be at ease, so he still sent someone to protect him secretly, but if he hadn't encountered something worth mentioning, those people would not show up.

  With them, it is absolutely impossible for him to be followed without any notice.

  The young man looked down at a small spot of stains on the hem of his robe.

   "I wonder if what I said is right?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

   "It's not bad at all."

  Wu Chao looked at the other person and said: "I can guess these only by the small stains on the corners of my robe. It can be seen that my husband is as careful and observant as possible."

  There are some stains on the corners of his robe, but his shoes and boots are clean. The position is very much like the marks left by a beggar when he kneels and begs.

  And such a wealthy background would make a beggar pounce on him. Obviously, there is no servant around him to stop him, and he is a martial artist. Since he has not avoided in time, it can be seen that he has no intention of hurting others.

  That’s why the other party believed that he gave the beggar money and said that he was kind-hearted.

In fact, there is a slight discrepancy here-the reason why he would give the beggar money is not out of kindness, but he thinks that people who can get up so early to beg are working hard to make a living, so he shouldn't have fallen here. Yes, maybe it was really difficult, so he gave the other party a silver coin.

  In the final analysis, this fortune-teller is not a means of arithmetic at all.

  The middle-aged man's expression was slightly condensed, his eyes flashed for a moment, his face did not see the embarrassment of being dismantled, but a strong sense of appreciation, he raised his hand and said, "The son is sharp."

  Xu Mingyi nodded in agreement.

   On the top of sharp thinking, Wu Shisun is indeed one of the best, no matter what it is.

   "It's just that I don't understand something." Wu Chao asked the middle-aged man: "How did your husband accurately infer that I came out of Mao Shichu?"

   "It's just a few tricks."

  Wu Zhao's eyes moved slightly.

   Really have some skills?

  "Can you do the math again, where do I go to do something later?"

  While speaking, the young man took out a silver ticket from his sleeve and pressed it with one hand on the tabletop.

   Then he held up his hands again, waiting for the other party to answer.

  The middle-aged man looked at the large banknote and his eyelids jumped wildly.

  This is enough for him to eat good wine and meat for a whole year!

   But to be fair, what attracted him more at this time was the handsome boy standing in front of him.

  The intention of appreciating has just begun, and the middle-aged man gradually has other cares in his heart at this time, and he looks at the young man again after hearing the words.

   Then he looked at the bank note on the table and smiled.

   "There is no need to divination, the son should go to the temple to pray for blessings and donate money for sesame oil."

  I didn’t want to travel far, but he was carrying a stack of banknotes next to him.

  If you want to buy something, you must bring a servant to follow.

  Assuming it is really going to the temple to pray for blessings and donating sesame oil money, logically speaking, in large households, this kind of thing should be done by the family’s female relatives——

  Just need to pray, the mistress who wants to come to this house is probably sick.

   can make this master son run this time, the sick mistress must be his very important elder...

  Although this young man speaks Beijing dialect, his words are less rounded, more angular, and slightly northerly——

  The noble son from the north, the elders in the family who hold the body...

  The fortune-teller pinched his fingers again.

   Immediately got up, raised his hand and said with a serious face: "It was originally the grandson of Dingnan Prince's Mansion, so I am awkward."

  　Good noon

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)