Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 117 The General Does Not Dismount (Part )
"Hey!"

After seeing the old man off, Xiao Ran followed him out the door.

He is now skilled and daring. It would be fine if these people don't provoke him, but if they provoke him...

Hehe, Xiao Ran never thinks he has too many skills.

He saw a small silver needle appear in his hand, which he had taken out from the old man's scale rod just now. He guessed that the old man was using a hidden weapon. He was probably from the Que Clan (a professional criminal gang) or the Lan Clan (robbers).

Xiao Ran didn't feel any psychological pressure when dealing with such people. Besides, who knew whether they were human or not?

Coming out of the guest room, Xiao Ran walked downstairs and saw the old man from before. He was sitting at the table downstairs with a few people, discussing something with their heads down. When he saw him coming downstairs, he stared at Xiao Ran with an unfriendly look.

Xiao Ran curled his lips and strode out of the inn.

There were obviously more people in the town now than before. Xiao Ran was walking on the street, and his modern outfit made him look a little out of place. Seeing a clothing store in front of him, he simply went in and bought a few more clothes.

Speaking of which, ancient costumes have also been popular in Los Angeles in the past two years.

Many people who come here to travel are here for the ancient costumes. They are no longer surprised to see young men and women wearing ancient costumes on the streets, and even think that it is something normal.

Even the locals themselves often wear period costumes when going out.

But Xiao Ran is not included here.

Not to mention that I don't like to hang out with people, and because of the way I smell, no one is willing to rent clothes to me.

Unexpectedly, I got to experience the authentic ancient costumes in the mystery city.

When Xiao Ran came out of the store again, he was wearing a green robe and a pair of thick-soled embroidered boots. Except for his short hair that made him stand out in the crowd, he was no different from the people around him in other aspects.

"What a pity! It would be nice if the strange cloak was still there."

At this time, Xiao Ran couldn't help but think of the damaged strange cloak. The cloak was invulnerable to swords and guns, and could also make one invisible. It was considered an excellent cursed item for self-defense.

Unfortunately, it was destroyed by the poisonous insects raised by the Red Umbrella Girl and the Bird Spirit.

Xiao Ran had read Shangniao Lingzi's memories and the Yiju School's general principles of mental skills, but there was nothing about the abilities of poisonous insects.

It is estimated that it evolved after Kamidori Reiko became a night ghost.

The streets were very lively, so Xiao Ran mingled with the crowd, walked around and discovered many interesting new things.

No, it cannot be said to be a new thing, it can only be said that it is rarely seen in reality.

For example, the fortune teller next to him.

Xiao Ran stood by and watched for a long time.

The first person to sit down was a young man, and the fortune teller asked with a smile: "How old is my husband this year, and how old is my wife this year?"

The young guy didn't think much about it and just said that he was 24 this year and his wife was 27.

The fortune teller counted with his fingers, then threw a few copper coins on the table in a serious manner, and then said: "My little brother, you were born in a wealthy family when you were young, your ancestors must have left you an inheritance, and you also have many people to take care of you."

When the young man heard that, he was simply astonished. The fortune teller then calculated his fortune for him. The fortune teller said it was both good and bad, and it was ambiguous. But the young man had something on his mind, so after comparing it with himself, he happily paid the fortune fee and left.

Xiao Ran didn't realize it at first, he just felt that this fortune teller seemed to have some real skills.

But after watching for a while, I saw that this fortune teller always asked the person how old he was and how old his wife was.

I became suspicious, and after thinking about it for a while, I suddenly understood: "Oh, this is the water and fire spring."

Xiao Ran had heard from his grandfather about this Water and Fire Spring before. It was said to be a must-learn skill for those who want to enter the business of fortune-telling. It could tell whether the person being told fortunes was rich or poor.

Because people in the past wore clothes that looked luxurious, but they were not necessarily rich. On the contrary, those local rich people in the countryside wore tattered cotton-padded jackets and small cotton hats when they went out. They looked like they cost less than ten copper coins, but they had considerable assets.

If you meet someone who is well dressed, even if you tell him that his family is rich, he may not believe you.

If you meet someone who is poorly dressed and you tell him that his family has no money, he may secretly call you an idiot.

Therefore, you need to have a skill to get the other party's assets.

It sounds mysterious, but it's actually very simple.

It’s just because people used to have the bad custom of early marriage, and rich families naturally wanted to have more children and raise them well, so they got married when their children were very young, but they usually chose girls who were three years older.

Why? Because girls are older, so they can do housework, serve their parents-in-law, and take care of their husbands.

If you are from a poor family, that won’t work. You don’t have the conditions and you dare not have many children to raise for fear that you won’t be able to support them or afford them.

Therefore, once the fortune teller asks about the person’s age, he will know the person’s family background.

If the man is a few years older than the woman, it means that the man's family conditions are not good enough, at least not in his early years, so he could not get married early. Later, he started a family and built a career on his own, which shows that the man has the ability to work hard.

At this time, someone may ask: "What if he doesn't have a wife?"

Simple, just ask his parents. As for what to do if something does not go according to the routine, don't panic, fortune-telling and physiognomy are not just about water, fire and spring.

There are thirteen tricks in total, which are linked together. They are things that study human hearts and the secular world to the core. As long as you sit down and ask, there are plenty of ways to trick you.

Xiao Ran watched the fortune teller for a while, and after roughly understanding the fortune teller's tricks, she left with a smile.

Just as the boatman said last night, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching and the streets are bustling with storytellers and flower drum singers.

Compared to the temple fair held by the Changchun Association in the Sui and Tang Botanical Garden in reality, this place is even more real and full of cheating, fraud and theft.

"it is good!"

Xiao Ran stood in the crowd, watching the man in front of him playing drums. He had a millstone drum on his head, and a little girl of about seven or eight years old was standing on the drum. She was beating the drum and singing, doing somersaults on the drum, and the crowd was cheering.

While I was cheering, I was worried in my heart. If I were to be rewarded with money later, I would have to decide whether to give it or not. I would feel bad to throw away all the paper money I had, and I didn't have any copper coins or change.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a slight chill in my chest and my eyes suddenly became alert.

A middle-aged man holding a child suddenly came sideways from Xiao Ran's side. Xiao Ran squinted his eyes and saw a hand reaching out from the middle-aged man's arms and quickly reaching towards his arms.

"Hey! Are you traveling together?"

Xiao Ran didn't hide either, but just leaned forward suddenly. The other party was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiao Ran with a strange expression, then showed a hint of contempt in his eyes, turned around and left with the child in his arms.

It was natural for him to look down on me, as I didn't have a penny in my pocket.

Even if you have money, it will all be thrown into the space.

But it didn't exist before, but it exists now.

Xiao Ran shook the purse in his hand, which was not bad. He opened it, took out the change and threw it into the purse.

After seeing the flower drum, Xiao Ran planned to go somewhere else.

I remember the prompt told me to prepare a gift for Mr. Wang.

Since the prompt said so, they definitely wouldn't ask me to prepare gifts for no reason.

"uncle!"

At this time, someone shouted from behind, but Xiao Ran didn't pay attention until someone caught up with him and pulled his sleeve.

When I looked back, I realized it was the girl who was doing somersaults on the drum just now.

The girl looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

In this era, although there were no cosmetics and people did not eat well, perhaps without the blessing of technology and hard work, the girl's small face looked very clean, with a round chin, small nose, big eyes, thick eyebrows and black hair, which was very polite.

Xiao Ran was still wondering what the girl was calling him about, when he saw the girl kneel down and kowtow to Xiao Ran: "Thank you for the reward, sir. I'll sing a little song for you."

Xiao Ran then noticed that there were only a few scattered coins in the gong in the girl's arms. The handful of silver that Xiao Ran threw out might not seem like much, but it was enough to cover their group's food and drink for nearly half a month.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran hurriedly pulled the girl up and said, "I can't bear it. We are all miserable people. Why make things more difficult for us?"

Speaking of which, even if I don't mention my identity as a Buddhist, my job itself is a low-class one.

As a second-rate shoemaker in a shady business, Xiao Ran is disliked wherever he goes. Moreover, as a child who grew up in the new era, Xiao Ran can't stand others kneeling to him.

But the girl didn’t understand all this. She just looked confused and looked back at the class owner.

Normally, if they were given the first prize (the highest reward), they would sing an extra song for this gentleman.

No one would refuse this. After all, the money has been spent, and most people naturally want to be in the spotlight.

Seeing this, the troupe owner hurried over and held out his hands: "I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. You do not like to be in the limelight. Could you please leave your name on the drum so that we can always remember your kindness in the future?"

The girl quickly raised the small flower drum around her waist.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran just smiled, and suddenly remembered the story of the Jianghu that the old man told before, and a sense of joy rose in his heart. He bowed and said: "As the saying goes, generals don't dismount, and each pursues his own career."

The class owner was stunned when he heard this, and immediately raised his thumbs and tapped Xiao Ran twice: "Brother Pao, two thumbs up, please!"

Xiao Ran turned around and walked away with big strides. After walking a long way, he felt relieved and thought to himself, "This world is more humane than what my grandfather said."

Just when I was about to look for a place to see if I could prepare a birthday gift for old man of the Wang family, I suddenly heard a sarcastic voice behind me.

"What a great general! He never dismounts, and each pursues his own career. Your Excellency uses our money to help the poor, and you really don't feel bad at all."

Hearing this, Xiao Ran looked back and saw three or four beggars squatting at the corner. When the beggars saw him looking at them, they moved away. An old beggar lay on the ground and looked at Xiao Ran with squinted eyes.

Xiao Ran looked again and saw the middle-aged man who was holding the child was also standing behind him, staring at Xiao Ran with resentment on his face.

Then he jumped up and pointed to the alley behind him with gloomy eyes: "I, an old beggar, would also like to have a chat with you. Please go ahead, sir."

(End of this chapter)