One touch and one silence

No wonder that boy looked so nonchalant.

what!

Why didn’t I think of that?

I can tell fortunes!

Nanzhi slapped her thigh. She finally thought of a way to find evidence.

Oh my goodness!

How come she is so smart.

Nanzhi put down the file in his hand and took Liuyue away.

"Come on, let's dress up and go to Qiaolian Town on the outskirts of Beijing this afternoon.

Liu Yue immediately guessed what his master was going to do, and the two of them drove their carriage directly to the back door of the courtyard, where they changed carriages before leaving.

Nanzhi sat in the carriage and looked around the suburbs. To be honest, it was not a good day to go out as it was too cold.

The two men parked the carriage at a distance and slowly walked to the door of Fan Siyu's home.

She found the river at the door from the little guy's memory.

Now the river is frozen, and Nanzhi walked around the river.

Finally, she found the white handkerchief in a corner. But now it was very dirty, floating with the garbage in the river. If she hadn't had a sharp eye, she wouldn't have found it.

Unexpectedly, no one picked up this thing. She was wrong.

"Liu Yue, where are you looking?"

Liu Yue followed Nanzhi's gaze and saw that it was indeed a handkerchief.

Liu Yue took the sword and was about to raise it, but was stopped by Nanzhi.

"No, just leave it here. It will be useful when the time comes."

Nanzhi was at a loss for words when she saw that every household had closed their doors.

It would be quite useful in spring, summer or autumn, but in winter almost no one wants to go out. Who would want to go out in such cold weather!

No, she had to find someone.

Nanzhi thought about the fortune tellers in old TV dramas. How did they do it?

She suddenly thought of a solution, and thinking of this, Nanzhi chuckled.

"Let's go find the head of the village. As long as we find the head of the village, is there anything that can't be solved?"

Nanzhi chuckled.

She searched and saw memories about the headman's house in the boy's mind.

Following the direction in his memory, he walked towards a better-built house.

When they were almost at the door, Nanzhi shouted, "Fortune telling! If it doesn't work, no money!"

"Fortune telling, only three fortunes a day!"

Zhao Genting was warming himself by the fire with his family in the house when he heard a strange sound outside the door.

"San'er, let me hear who is outside!" The old man took a puff of his pipe and instructed his youngest son.

"A fortune teller! Isn't that what he's shouting? Fortune telling. If it doesn't work, I won't charge you." The young man said nonchalantly.

Zhao Genting frowned, and his thin and dark face made him look particularly serious.

The old man exhaled the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Go and invite the person in. Our village has been uneasy for the past year. Let's see if there is anything wrong."

The man named San'er had a hint of impatience on his face, "Dad! That's all a lie, why do you believe it?"

He didn't want to go out. It was too cold.

The old man, holding the pipe in his hand, suddenly paused, his face turned ugly, and his eyes were fierce.

Zhao Sanchang was so frightened by the old man's appearance that he flattered him, "Dad, I'll go right away, right away."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out, shouting to the two people who were already walking away.

"Hey! Fortune teller! Come on, come on!"

Nanzhi originally thought that there was no hope today, but she didn't expect that she would really have to wait.

"Young man, do you want to tell your fortune?"

"Yes, yes, yes, come with me!" Zhao Sanchang kept rubbing his hands. It was so cold!

"Old Taoist priest, you're still running around in the middle of winter, aren't you cold?"

Nanzhi smiled and said, "It is an old man's responsibility to help people all over the world solve their problems. The cold in winter is nothing." Nanzhi said it with great generosity.

Zhao Sanchang sneered, "I'm afraid the Taoist priest has no money to eat!"

Nanzhi:……

Liu Yue: Ahem

The air was suddenly quiet.

"San'er, what are you talking about? If you can't speak, shut your stinky mouth."

A stern voice came from the room.

Zhao Sanchang shrank his neck and obediently led Nanzhi into the main hall of his house.

As soon as Nanzhi entered, the village head stood up and greeted her slightly.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Taoist priest. I wonder what the long meeting means?"

"Hello, old man. I can count everything. It depends on what you want to count." Nanzhi touched his fake beard with a smile on his face.

"Second son, go pour the Taoist priest a cup of hot tea!" Zhao Genting looked at Nanzhi and told his son to pour tea.

"Excuse me." Nanzhi nodded politely to express his gratitude.

"Master, have you come all this way and found anything wrong with our village?"

"Yes!" Nanzhi answered very straightforwardly.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Genting was a little nervous. He didn't even notice that the bag of dry tobacco had fallen to the ground.

Nanzhi shook his head mysteriously, "It's hard to say!"

Now it was the turn of the people in the room to get anxious, "Master, please tell us something. We are so anxious."

The wife of the village head was so frightened that she asked anxiously. As the wife of the village head, she naturally understood what her husband was asking.

The head of the village handed the silver in his purse to Nanzhi, but Nanzhi shook his head and refused.

"That's not the reason. Your village is cursed. A year ago, a pregnant woman drowned in the river at the entrance of your village. Two lives were lost."

When the head of the village heard this, he was shocked and extremely excited.

"That's right, Taoist priest! Ever since that person died, something has been wrong in our village."

"In the past year, many elderly people in our village have died, no less than ten. Also, although the weather this year is very good, the crops grown in our village are barely enough to feed and clothe the people, while other villages have had bumper harvests."

"Does the Taoist priest know the reason?"

"Please stretch out your hand, Li Zheng, so that I can read your palm."

Zhao Genting immediately stretched out his skinny big hand, and Nan Zhiye did not show any disgust and reached out to touch it.

Yo!

Didn't see it!

This village head is a pretty good person.

As for those old people who died he mentioned, it was just the time when they died.

When people get old and the weather gets cold, to a certain extent, life and death are often just a matter of a moment.

As for the crops he mentioned, I'm afraid it's not a normal problem of withering.

Nanzhi had a plan in mind.

"Has your village wrongly accused a child? And the child's mother has only been dead for less than two years?"

Wrongly accuse the child?

Zhao Genting was stunned. Is this Taoist priest talking about the child from the Fan family?

But didn't the child admit it himself? How did he become wrongly accused?

And I heard that it was the child’s stepmother who identified him personally before her death.

"Did the Taoist priest say something wrong?"

"Didn't anyone wrongly accuse that kid?" Not only was Zhao Genting confused, but even everyone else in the room was confused.

"No, no, no! That child was indeed wronged. Otherwise, why do you think your village is so unlucky?"