When I was looking for an agent to rent a house, I just wanted to get a place to stand. After all, I only gave me 2,000 yuan before traveling. The agent recommended this house, with a rent of 150 yuan per month. After moving in, I found that the old couple of landlords who I rented in the Tube Building were truly widowed and widowed. The so-called young but without a father is called orphan, the old but without a child is called alone, the old but without a wife is called widow, and the old but without a husband is called widow. These four are the poor people in the world who have no complaints.

The old man's surname is Liu. He was an orphan when he was a child. He grew up eating a hundred foods in the courtyard. When he grew up, he joined the construction team to work as a bricklayer. He also went through the north and north with the construction team. However, he was good at drinking but had no alcohol. He was drunk without any alcohol. Because of this bad habit, he couldn't find a woman. Finally, he drank too much and fell from the fourth floor of the construction site during construction, causing damage to his waist and fractures to his legs. Fortunately, he was able to stand up with crutches after treatment, but he could no longer bear the weight.

So, when the days of improvement were just around the corner, he returned to the liberation. He was 42 years old that year. The street saw him pitiful and matched an old widow named Huang who was 4 years older than him to live with him (mainly because Old Man Liu also has such a tube building provided by the street). The old couple relied on the street's minimum living allowance to maintain their lives. His life was stretched to tidy up the inner room and rent it out, which was also considered as supplementing the household income. I moved into their home under such circumstances.

I came here badly. It happened that all units were on the eve of the holiday, which means that all units were no longer recruiting people. People who already had jobs were planning what to do next year, either continuing, changing jobs, or moving far away. I could only settle down temporarily, read newspapers or talent market recruitment advertisements, and find a way out after the Spring Festival. Therefore, I could only stay in the inner room. Poor and humble couples were mourning, and Old Lady Huang and Old Man Liu quarreled all day long because of trivial matters. Old Lady Liu was depressed but had a strong heart. As soon as Old Lady Huang criticized him, he would whisper. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I wanted to leave home and my ears were clear, but I didn't expect to still step into the right and wrong.

After being scolded by Mrs. Huang every day, Old Man Liu leaned on the bed outside to read books. He was not well educated and could barely recognize some words. The style of the books he read was quite high. One Jin Ping Mei and the other Ping Zhenquan were both thread-bound books, which were already broken. He said that he bought it from a waste collection. He came to him regularly to collect the bottles of wine every month. Seeing that he was pitiful and had nothing to do every day, he chatted with him to relieve his boredom. Judging from the degree of reading these two books, it was obvious that Lanling Xiaoxiao's Jin Ping Mei was more popular with him. The remaining few pages had been rolled and the lines were broken, and his level of effort was three exceptions than Wei Wenying. Ping Zhenquan obviously didn't read much, so he probably couldn't understand it.

Old Man Liu was happy that there was a cultural person in the inner room. So when Old Mrs. Huang went out to help or buy vegetables, he would ask me out and ask what to pronounce the word, how to explain it, etc. About a week later, I was already familiar with Old Mrs. Liu. He often took out the plot of Jin Pingmei to joke with me. At that time, I was also young and frivolous. It was okay to brag about nonsense, but I was obviously at a disadvantage in these dirty jokes. One day, when Old Mrs. Huang came in and heard him, Old Mrs. Huang called him disrespectful and harmed the young man. He also taught us to learn well, and not to be casual with him. The coach made us feel ashamed, thanked him, and slipped out.

When I left the door, I walked along the street to Zhongshan Road. The cold wind in winter made me feel a little sober. My ambitions were higher than the sky all day long. I felt that I was not satisfied with my talent. In fact, I had completely lost my knowledge. Now I have fallen to the point of talking about the bad news with a widower. I have secretly reflected on myself all the way and walked to Jimo Road Market. At that time, the Jimo Road Market had not yet been demolished. There were small vendors along the streets of low bungalows, complete with all the five elements and eight.

On the side of the arched door on the downhill position, a fat old man sat. A wooden frame was used to support a simple shed with a wooden frame near the arched door. It was covered with paper shells and plastic film to block the strong wind at the arched door. The old man hugged in the shed, with purple face but bright eyes. The back against the wall was hung with six yarns, four pillars, faces and other promotional fonts. He sat on a horse stool, dragging a wooden board in his hand, and a piece of white paper was clipped with an iron clip on the wooden board. He was writing something. It can be seen that he had a hard pen calligraphy with a hand without any assistance, but he was painting in a regular and horizontal and vertical manner. He looked ahead of the fat old man, and saw that the old man was sitting in front of the fat old man was actually Mrs. Huang.

I couldn't help but be surprised. Didn't this old lady just scold us? Why did she come here? It seems that this old lady is quite superstitious. I'll stand behind and listen. When I go back, I will also train you. I will popularize you what science is, break superstitious and save your soul. Hehe, it's also considered that we can win a game. After all, it's a young man's heart. When I think of this, I feel happy and prick up my ears to listen carefully.

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"Master, I have heard that you have been very accurate in cutting people and matters. You can cut off your life. Can my family still improve in this life?" Old Mrs. Huang's voice came over with a pious voice.

"Then let me listen to your family's horoscope." As the fat old man spoke, he pulled a new piece of white paper and put it on the wooden board.

"Jiashen, Yihai, Renchen, Jiachen" Old Mrs. Huang replied casually: "I have found many masters to calculate. Those masters all say that his life has improved in the evening scene. I lived with him later. Now it is already evening scene, but when will this good evening scene come?"

"Let me see, wait a moment." Before the fat old man finished speaking, he wrote the eight characters of Lao Liu's head on white paper and copied them all the way: this Qian creates the day pillar Ren Chen to form its own pattern. It should be discussed that Ren rides the dragon's back. There is no Yin in the situation. If the year fortune sees Yin, it will definitely hurt the Bing fire in Yin. If the day fortune is Ren wood, it will lack wealth. The month orders the month, Ren water in the month, and the dryness is full of food. The qi gathers water and wood. It uses fire to drain it but there is no fire in the situation. The year fortune is on duty but it destroys the wealth star because of the earthly branches and the earthly branches, which is destined to be lonely for life. He should have no wife or wealth for the rest of his life. He belongs to the widower's fate and must be a poor, a lonely person...

With the sound of the fat old man's criticism, mixed with the sound of Mrs. Huang's gasping, the sound of gasping became heavier and he couldn't see Mrs. Huang's face, probably flushed red. "Enough", Mrs. Huang shouted loudly, stopped the fat old man's voice, stood up and turned around and almost hit me behind her. She looked at me, was stunned for a moment and sighed deeply, and staggered without words.

I was a little stunned. The fat old man judged such things with these words. I am still going back to expose these superstitious activities to Mrs. Huang to deceive me. This is a bit subverting my worldview. I looked at the fat old man a little stunned. The fat old man looked at me and kept staring at him blankly. He asked: "Young man, do you have any questions?"

"You, you, how did you calculate it? Isn't this a lie?" I asked stammeringly.

"Haha" the fat old man looked at me and smiled. "Looking at your surprised look, it seems that you know the old lady just now, and I broke it very accurately, right?"

I fell silent. When I remembered Old Man Liu talking about his past, I couldn't help but admire the fat old man's divine judgment. I was completely impressed. Although I couldn't understand some of the fat old man's judgments at that time, I still understood the concluding definition of this person's fate. That is, Old Man Liu belongs to the widower's fate and must be a poor and a lonely person.

"There are also some inaccuracies." I suddenly remembered the judgment he had just judged in Old Man Liu's fate, "Didn't you say that the person with the horoscope just now was a widower without a wife and money? Who was the one who just sat here to tell his fortune? That old lady is his wife, so it's not accurate."

"Hehe, I have a good memory." The old man nodded and expressed his approval, "But he soon lost his wife."

"Is it..." I was shocked.
Chapter completed!