He Wenxiu: I got up early in the morning and left town to comfort my wife, Wang Lanying, with a white cloth sign in my hand, so that I could look good and write clearly. Hurry to come or not, Jiuli Sangyuan is called fortune telling. Bai: Fortune-telling by measuring characters-Wang Lanying: I heard someone calling fortune-telling, and I think of my husband, He 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: If you hit a good one, you will hit a bad one. You can predict the good and bad luck, and then you can pay if you are sure to come. If you are not sure, you don't want money. Wang Lanying: Mr. Wang claims to be clever, and asks him to count his life with the official. However, it's difficult to have money for fortune telling because of the poverty of his family. He Wenxiu: I'm calling for fortune-telling, but I don't see anything happening in Yang's family. Didn't Lan Ying hear me? Didn't there be anyone at home? Oh, I remembered that Yang's family was poor, so I didn't have any money to tell fortune. I'm Mr. Wang from Kyoto, and I've come to Haining to become famous. A large family is called a fortune teller, and I have to collect five taels of silver for my life. Medium-sized people are called fortune tellers, waiting for tea and meals and snacks. Poor people are called fortune tellers, and they don't want a penny of silver. If there are children in the family, Mr. Wang will also give gifts and paste twenty-four articles of bronze cymbals upside down to buy cakes for the children. Wang Lanying: Mr. Wang's speech is really strange. Every sentence touched my heart. Since the poor fortune teller doesn't want silver, I'd better ask him to count his life until I come forward to enlighten Chai Men. He Wenxiu: Read fortune by reading characters, and tell fortune-Wang Lanying: I can't ... I remember that I am a young widow. If my husband is young, it is even harder for me to ban this gossip. He Wenxiu: The loud voice calls for no one to answer, but Wen Xiuxin is uncertain. Am I wasting my trip today? I'll call you out loud. My fortune-teller is none other than others, and it is clear that I have wronged a big event. Wang Lanying: It is clear that you have wronged a big event. It seems that this gentleman has the ability. I'd better ask my mother-in-law to invite him and figure out when my husband has been 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 Bai: Ah, mom, I don't praise or flatter, so I just do what I'm told. Mother heard: Zuo made a man's life twenty-one, and it was stipulated in his life that he would live for life. His ancestors had no family business, and he started his own family and made a career. Born in the official family, his parents love him, and he has no brother in the upper class and no brother in the lower class. He is the only one without sister and sister. One or two years old, I left my mother's body on Wednesday and Thursday. I was five and six years old, and I went to school at the age of seven and eight. At the age of nine and ten, I had Wenchang Pass. Eleven and twelve were peaceful, and twelve counted as seventeen. Bai: Oh, mom. Yang Mama Bai: What for? He Wenxiu: There is a disaster at the age of seventeen! Yang Mama Bai: Disaster, what disaster? He Wenxiu: Seventeen-year-old life-threatening dog star, there is no wind and waves. The traitor to the DPRK came to kill his family, and it was the only way to escape. He was down and out. It's more dangerous than a blind man crossing a bamboo bridge and a broken boat crossing a river. Fortunately, I was lucky to have a red phoenix and a happy star, and every lady on the road gave me silver privately. The man didn't get paid as a token, and the woman married herself without a media certificate. Yang Mama Bai: Ha, oh, that's right, sir. What Nong Shuge and my goddaughter said is absolutely right. Sir, what happened afterwards? He Wenxiu Bai: Let me figure it out. Sing: Seventeen counts as eighteen. Oh, mom! 18-year-old and a disaster. The disaster in prison is a disaster, and the lawsuit of life is with you. Life criminals kill each other in secret, and it is difficult to survive if they are wronged. Wang Lanying: My dead official ... Yang Mama Bai: Oh, she's crying again. He Wenxiu: Wen Xiu couldn't bear to hear his wife crying. I can only persuade my wife not to be sad by telling her fortune. Bai: ah, mom, this life is ok, yes. Yang Mama Bai: What, people are dead, too. It's good to get out. He Wenxiu: Fortunately, the noble star was born again. In the past 18 and 19 spring, Qinglong was monopolized for good luck. This year is just the 21st, and he won the gold medal and became a minister. Now that husband and wife can meet, second time around has to celebrate. Mother Yang: Oh, good. Mr. Wang's speech is not pleasant to listen to, making things up to deceive 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 accurate, and he really didn't deserve to die. It still exists in the world.