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In the next few days, Wang Qingtong gradually inquired about Zhang Qishan's details in the Young Marshal's Mansion.This young warlord made his fortune in the Northeast. After the fall of the entire three eastern provinces, he settled in Beiping as a warlord.After settling down in the city, he was rather quiet and restrained. He opened a warehouse to distribute rice every day, and gained a lot of good reputation outside.The title of "Great Buddha Zhang" seems to have this meaning.Because when he first arrived in the capital, he had no contact with any of the people here. He only interacted most frequently with a person who was dressed as a scholar, such as a department secretary or something, who looked very gentle.

As for what I most want to inquire about about his handicap business, the servants in the mansion seem to know very little about it.He only said that Zhang Qishan was really good at geomantic omen, but he was vague about how he would continue to make a living after entering the city.

Is he related to the Zhang family?The art of geomantic omen is very good, and the surname is Zhang, which is very likely to be related to the Zhang family.But how could he be from the Zhang family because of his background as a warlord in the Northeast?Could it be that the so-called profound Fengshui technique and surname are all just a coincidence?It seems that if you want to get more information, you have to spend more time.

"These gangsters are really shameless. If they were in the Northeast, they would have brought troops and handed them over as bandits."

Wang Qingtong was going to eat in the small dining room, but when he passed the study, he saw that the door was open, and Zhang Qishan and the adjutant were talking about something.

"This is not the battlefield in the Northeast, where people kill people and set fires every day. You also know that he is a rascal, why rush to deal with them. Simply..." Zhang Qishan was about to continue, when he looked up and saw Wang Bronze, his face was full of gloom Go, and asked with a smile, "Why do you wake up so early. The weather has turned cold again these days, you should sleep a little longer, and don't get up too early. Have you had breakfast yet?"

Wang Bingtong shook his head.

"It just so happens, why don't you eat a little with me."

Ring the bell to call the footman to bring breakfast.

"How do you eat so little?"

"Brother, why didn't you say it? It's because you eat a lot. I know that soldiers and fighters are very strong." Zhang Qishan is not like the vulgar men she met in the past. After a few days of getting along with him, Wang Qingtong's tone of conversation with him has changed. He is no longer alienated and indifferent, but has become a lot more cheerful.

"You are too thin, you should eat more."

"Brother, don't you need to go out today?" At this time a few days ago, you had already gone out with your guards.

"I'm going out, but I have some urgent matters waiting to be taken care of just now."

After finishing his breakfast, Zhang Qishan called the housekeeper to give instructions, and hurried out the door.

In the twinkling of an eye, at dusk, the temple fair on the long street was coming to an end, and there were few people. Except for a few good shadow puppet shows and western painting stalls on the street, other stalls were already being cleaned up, and many buildings were demolished. Sparse.

The old city temple in the middle of the street is still full of incense. There are fewer people going to the market, and more people worshiping the Buddha. There are now more than half of the fortune-telling stalls along the way, and only a few sporadic ones are still persisting. Obviously, the business before Great, hopefully the end of the session, and some leftovers at the end.

Suddenly, in the crowded place on the street, people's voices rose up, a large procession separated the crowd, and a person in casual clothes walked towards the old city temple under the support of the crowd.

"Foye Foye, will you still distribute rice this year? Our family hasn't had your sweet rice distribution for a long time." A beggar on the side of the road shouted to a person in casual clothes.

Master Zhang Dafo took off his top hat, and said to the beggar: "Didn't you work as a clerk in the cloth shop some time ago, why are you going to eat again? You really can't change eating shit."

"Hey, Lord Buddha, it's not that you don't know how comfortable it is to be a beggar. As a kid, I can sleep as often as I want, and wake up as often as I want. How comfortable I am. A few years ago The dead Wang Lao Huang Mao lived to be one hundred and two years old. He lived more comfortably than the previous emperor, and lived longer than the president." The beggar said, "Besides, don't you still have the rice sent by your family? If you want to make a pie, tell your cooks to fry it with sugar and then make the pie, so we don’t have to burn the fire.”

Master Zhang Dafo shook his head with a smile, and said to the people around him: "If this is in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it is the base of a ranger. There must be two skills, and you can have such a heart if you don't worry about eating and drinking."

A scholar next to him said: "If you are a talented person, the Buddha can accept it for your own use. Now is the time to employ people, and we don't care about their background."

"Don't worry, it's not time yet." Master Zhang Dafo said, "These are small characters, and the one who brought you here this time is the real dragon and phoenix among people."

"I'm a little nervous about being told by Qishan." The scholar smiled and adjusted his glasses, "I hope Qishan is not your favorite."

"No way, haven't you heard of it? What the Buddha said is good, it must be good." Master Zhang Dafo said with a smile.Surrounded by the crowd while speaking, they had turned into the area where fortune-telling stalls gathered at Miaokou.Grand Buddha Zhang shouted: "Tie Zui, Tie Zui! Come out quickly, I brought you good wine."

The scholar looked at those fortune-telling booths, feeling puzzled, and said to Buddha: "These strange powers..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Grand Buddha Zhang saw that no one responded, so he asked a fortune teller next to him, "Brother, where's the iron mouth?"

"Are you talking about Qi Tiezui?" The fortune teller saw that Master Zhang was very imposing, and suddenly he was half short, "He was still there just now, I don't know where he went, maybe the big one went."

"Which stall belongs to him, we will wait for him beside the stall." Zhang Qishan said.The fortune teller pointed, and Zhang Qishan came to the side of the stall with a hidden appearance of a scholar, and the scholar said: "Buddha, do we depend on these fortune tellers for our affairs? Is this the dragon and phoenix among people?"

Just as Zhang Qishan was about to speak, suddenly, he saw a note written on Qi Tiezui's desk, pressed with a paperweight, it seemed that he had just written it.

Zhang Qishan took the paperweight away, and saw a paragraph written on it, very scribbled, obviously written very fast.

Lord Buddha, I was recommended by you, but it is a pity that the ancestors of the Qi family have taught you not to be in politics or the army. You have an iron mouth to ask for the spring and autumn, and all the way to ask for the fate of the gods. The iron mouth is unwilling to discuss this matter.Hope to let it go, and drink in the future.

Zhang Qishan and the scholar looked at each other, Zhang Qishan smiled and said, "As expected, this kid has already counted to this day?"

"Is he really a fortune teller?" The scholar looked at the note, half-believing.

"It's not a fortune teller, it's just a coincidence." Zhang Qishan sighed, looked at the sky and said, "Sure enough, our journey is not reconcilable. Smart people have already seen clearly the danger of this journey."

The scholar looked at the note and shook his head involuntarily.Zhang Qishan looked at the wine that was brought up by the entourage, took it, and put it on the table in the shop, "Forget it, this wine doesn't taste good anymore, let's keep it."

The two turned and left, and the fortune tellers beside them looked at each other, and no one dared to look at the bottle of wine.After a while, the beggar on the side of the road walked to the side of the shop, picked up the bottle of wine, wandered to the bottom of the wall outside the temple, and handed it to one of the four or five beggars over there.The man took the wine and poured a sip into each of the beggars' bowls, and the aroma of the wine immediately overflowed.

"Master Qi, you are really good at predicting things. This great Buddha has such good eyesight, and he didn't even notice that you were hiding here."

The man took off his broken felt hat, gave it back to a beggar, and said, "Who said he didn't find out?" He shook the pot of wine as he spoke, "He knows what I want, and he doesn't want to force it, otherwise , where do you have any wine to drink?"

When night falls, there are only a few stalls that are being cleaned up on Temple Street.The group of people before Zhang Qishan and the scholars around him had disappeared.

"Not coming out yet?"

"Congratulations, brother!" A petite figure slowly walked out from the corner of the alley.

"Where does your joy come from?"

"Big Brother has newly acquired Qi Tiezui, who is a leader among people who are good at reading people's hearts. Isn't it worthy of congratulations?"

"How do you know that iron mouth has already been used by me?"

"If he hadn't made up his mind to pay attention, how could he drink the good wine that elder brother gave him?" Wang Qingtong followed Zhang Qishan after he went out that day, and naturally saw the scene of the temple fair clearly.

"He already understood what Eldest Brother was thinking, but he just excused himself in front of the scholar. If Eldest Brother didn't know what he was thinking, why would he return to the fortune-telling booth at the temple fair at this time?" You have only been in the capital for a short time, and The interaction of local forces is also due to the situation. How can you be suspicious and cautious about the scholar without reservation.

Zhang Qishan clapped his palms and laughed, "Hahaha, Pingting is really smart, she knows people well."

"Brother, haven't you heard of it? What the Buddha said is good, it must be good."

Zhang Qishan's eyes flickered, he suddenly reached out his hand to hold Wang Bingtong's shoulder, then let go immediately, and patted lightly, "Your body is just right, if you run out like this, you will be severely punished."

"Hey, didn't elder brother allow me to come out?"

"When did I ever mean that?"

"The Young Marshal's Mansion is guarded by guards. If it wasn't for the acquiescence of the eldest brother, how could Pingting come out with you so easily?" Wang Qingtong smiled softly. She usually looked cold, but now she showed a rare childish look on her face. "Besides, I've been following you all day, and now I'm going to be punished. There's no reason for that."

Zhang Qishan shook his head helplessly. "Hey, you're really good at eloquence."

"Thank you, Lord Buddha. You have a large number of adults, and you must be a prince forever." Wang Qingtong leaned slightly, and performed the old ritual of the Qing Dynasty.

"That's all, that's all. I only hope that you don't cause trouble." There was another wave of shaking her head and sighing.

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