My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Just as the waiter said, the huge courtyard was already full of people.Looking at the formation, don't talk about it getting dark, even if you line up until midnight, you may not be able to shoot.

But when Zhang Jing was watching, there was a commotion behind the team, and more than thirty strong men came.

Although this group of big men were dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, judging from their walking posture and the ranks they maintained, as long as they were smart people, they could tell at a glance that this group of people might be the army.

Moreover, it is not the local security team, it is very likely that it is a regular army, just passing through Jichuan County.

"Let it go! Let it go!"

"Our eldest brother wants to tell a fortune, and everyone else stands aside!"

Naturally, it was impossible for this group of people to line up. After entering the yard, they directly inserted forcefully.

The person who was inserted was still a little unhappy and wanted to reason.

But when he saw one of them unbuttoning his clothes and revealing the pistol on his waist, he immediately shut up.

Can't be bothered.

In today's era, there are regular troops who obey the law and protect the people.

But more, in fact, they are still domineering and arrogant.

After all, in troubled times, it is difficult for the military's rights to be effectively restrained.

As a result, the good team in the yard was immediately confused and messed up.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhang Jing sneaked into the front row among the crowd and saw what Master Wang, who was highly respected by Jichuan County, looked like.

The first time he saw it, Zhang Jing couldn't help but almost laughed.

Originally thought that as Zhuge Kongping's wife and a master respected by everyone, her image should be roughly similar to Aunt Cane.

But I didn't know that this Master Wang was dressed in a completely unreasonable manner. He was dressed in a very fashionable dress, a tight-fitting cheongsam that accentuated his figure, earrings, a bun, and a pair of sunglasses!

In today's era, it can be said to be very trendy.

Soon, the leader of the army walked up to him, sat down with a cigarette in his mouth, and asked, "I heard that you are very good at fortune-telling, so I came here to see it today. If it works, it's okay, if not If so, don't blame me for getting mad!"

Wang Hui took a look and muttered to herself, it seemed that she had encountered a fault.

But she didn't say much, looking at the dress and temperament of this group of people, she probably already knew it in her heart.

It's not suitable for such a person to hold grudges, it's best to get rid of them smoothly.

After adjusting his sunglasses, Wang Hui asked, "Do you want a large batch or a small batch?"

The boss took a puff of cigarette, crossed his legs, and said indifferently: "You can approve it as you want!"

Wang Hui took a piece of white paper and a brush from the table, handed it over and said, "Please write the horoscope."

"Bazi? This is simple!" The boss shook the cigarette ash, took the brush and the blank paper, did not know whether he didn't understand or made trouble on purpose, and wrote a character '八' on the white paper with his left hand.

When it comes to fortune-telling, the horoscope naturally refers to the horoscope of the birthday, so how can you really write the character 'eight'?

The key is that he still writes with his left hand, which is very ugly. The two strokes of the horoscope are connected together, which looks like a character for "person".

Wang Hui said speechlessly, "Is this the herringbone you wrote?"

The boss said with an indifferent attitude, "It doesn't matter if it's a horoscope or a herringbone, just approve it!"

Wang Hui shook her head: "Forgive me, your handwriting is too ugly."

"What did you say?" The boss immediately slapped the table and asked with a straight face.

Wang Hui coughed, and quickly changed her words: "However, this character is written very grandly and full of wildness. No matter what line of work you do, you must be under one person and above ten thousand!"

The boss snorted coldly and asked, "Then what do you think I do?"

Without even thinking about it, Wang Hui replied, "It's the military and political lord!"

"Huh?" The boss frowned and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Wang Hui pointed to the table and said with a smile: "Please look, my lord, there is a large character on the table next to your chevron, which clearly shows that you are an adult! My lord, I don't know if I can count correctly?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, secretly thinking in his heart that he really has two brushes!

But he was not convinced, and quickly said coldly: "No!"

Then he shouted: "Xiao Lu, come here!"

Soon, a tall man with a stunned face came up from behind and asked, "Boss, what are your orders?"

He whispered a few words in the ear of the tall man, and the man nodded quickly, and said to Wang Hui, "I also tell fortunes, so give me my personal numbers!"

Wang Hui shook her head, took out another blank sheet of paper, and said, "Please write."

The tall man did not pick up the paper, picked up the brush and wrote a Chinese character on the palm of his hand, and asked naively: "Calculate it for me, who am I?"

Wang Hui replied with a smile: "It's very simple, you are the master's subordinate."

"How do you know?" The stupid big man asked with staring eyes.

Wang Hui turned his palms over, palms facing down, and said, "Isn't the meaning obvious when you write the character "herringbone" under your hands? They are the servants of this lord!"

The smoking boss frowned.

There is no doubt that Wang Hui's fortune-telling is accurate again.

But he was still dissatisfied, thinking that his subordinate was too stupid and missed the point.

So he turned around and walked to the line in person, "please" a short and frail man came out, shoved him tremblingly in front of Wang Hui, and said, "Today, I'm actually here to tell my elder brother's fortune! Brother, you smoke!"

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette for this person and put it in his mouth.

Very attentive service.

But this man couldn't smoke at all, he coughed violently after taking a puff, and subconsciously wanted to take out the cigarette, but seeing the sullen eyes of the boss, he stopped his movements immediately, and at the same time, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I... I tell fortunes!" The man's voice was a little trembling, and he barely opened his mouth.

The boss patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Wang Hui frowned and asked, "Excuse me, where do you want to write the herringbone this time?"

The boss helped and replied: "You don't need to write, just speak! Hurry up and tell my boss' fortune!"

Wang Hui sighed: "Forgive me for offending me, I'm afraid this is not your boss, sir? His real identity is probably—a prisoner!"