The system asks me to pick up trash

"Recycle! Recycle refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines, TV phones."

Xiao Yi rode a tattered tricycle and happily shuttled on the street.

When I came to a bustling street, I saw many people surrounded in front of me, and saw Xiao Yi riding a tricycle, someone said maliciously:
"A fortune teller, do a fortune teller for this junk picker, and see when he can make a fortune!"

Almost everyone thinks that picking up trash is the most menial and most hopeless of all occupations.

Don't talk about getting rich, it's a problem to fill your stomach.

Let the fortune-teller calculate the fortune-teller for the trash picker, that is just to watch a joke and have fun.

The fortune teller looked at Xiao Yi in embarrassment:
"How about it, little brother, I can count for you that there is no one in the past, and there will be no one in the future.

Three generations in the previous life, and a hundred years in the future, good and bad, good and bad, weddings and funerals, auspicious days and good days"

Seeing Xiao Yi acting like a fool, staring at the hexagram stand in front of him and not moving for a long time, the fortune teller regained his energy.

Finally came a little fat sheep, no matter what you say, you can't let him go.

"Brother, you can calculate a divination. It only costs 20 yuan, and then you can follow the bright road I pointed out to you, how about making a fuss all the way?" the fortune teller persuaded.

The reason why Xiao Yi stopped and didn't move was because he saw a tattered book placed in the corner of the hanging stand.

The pages were yellowed, and the corners of the book were ruffled.

"Master, can you throw that tattered book to me?"

What a junk picker, he tried to take advantage of me before I made any money.

"Rolling, rolling, it doesn't count as falling down."

The fortune teller waved at Xiao Yi impatiently.

"Master, look at you, it's not bad to use a small stone to press the hanging stall. If you give me the torn book, I can give you some money."

The fortune-telling master became energetic when he heard the money was given, and asked Xiao Yi, "How much is the broken book?"

"Twenty" Xiao Yi said while fiddling with two fingers.

The fortune teller was very happy. If he gave twenty, it would be equivalent to money from four people.

It's not easy to make money these days, and fewer and fewer people can believe his nonsense.

As soon as the fortune teller was happy, he agreed:
"Okay, I'll give you this broken book, you give me 20 yuan, and I'll give you an additional calculation for free."

The fortune teller conveniently threw the book to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took it over and saw that it was an old Book of Changes.

Vaguely saw that the signature was written by Fuxi and King Wen of Zhou

No matter what Xiao Yi said, he is a university graduate, and he knows a thing or two about Fu Xi

It is said that Fuxi has divine virtue.

Looking up at the clouds in the sky, there will be rain and snow, thunder and lightning in the sky.

When you look at the ground, there will be strong winds and thick fog on the ground.

He created gossip based on the principle of Yin and Yang changes between heaven and earth.

But the fortune teller in front of him unexpectedly sold this ancient version of Zhou Yi to Xiao Yi easily.

It seems that he is just using the guise of fortune-telling to deceive people, and he may not know anything about Feng Shui.

It is even more impossible to do any research on such a precious book.

"Ding, the host has received a precious ancient book, rewarding basic knowledge of metaphysics."

The book had just arrived in Xiao Yi's hands, and the gossip chart, which Xiao Yi had never touched before, was spinning crazily in Xiao Yi's mind.

Each hexagram is explained, and the hexagrams are more profound, and Xiao Yi needs to comprehend deeply to understand the profound meaning.

After getting such a precious book, Xiao Yi threw 20 yuan to the fortune teller without hesitation.

The fortune-teller took the money and started to count for Xiao Yi with his mouth full of saliva.

Xiao Yi knew that he was talking nonsense, so the reason why he asked him to do a fortune-telling was to be sloppy.

Let's go through the motions so that he can give himself the old book of Zhouyi.

The book is already in hand, so why bother with him?
So Xiao Yi imitated the Henan accent from other places and asked him:

"Hey, just tell me where I am from? How many children are there in the family, are there more boys or girls?"

The fortune-teller Bai froze with his fingers, pretending to be mysterious and said:

"You are from Henan. There are two sons and two daughters in your family."

It turns out that nonsense is just climbing along the pole.

Xiao Yi still wanted to pick up trash, so he was too lazy to argue with him, so he took out his ID card and waved it in front of his eyes:
"Master, I'm a local, and your calculations are completely unreliable. Well, I'm leaving."