The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

"What's so happy about it?" Zhang Qishan took advantage of Ling Duan's time in Namei, quickly snatched the snacks and money bag from Ling Duan's hand, turned his hands upside down, and only got so little money, Lao Jiu It's getting more and more stingy.

"Hey, you, you belong to a bandit?" Ling Duan looked at his empty hands and blushed instantly.

"Don't you know, my hometown is in the Northeast, where bandits abound." Zhang Qishan sat back on the bed nonchalantly, not caring that he easily showed his childish side in front of Lingduan.

"Hey, there are still a lot of pastries. I heard from Lao Jiu that you are a fortune teller?"

"So what if it is, so what if it's not? Let me tell you, give me the things quickly. If it weren't for the injuries on your body, I would have been rude to you." Ling Duan couldn't bear it. face and his unscrupulous quarrel.

"Even if I get injured, your small body can't beat me. If you ask me anything, you can answer it well. Maybe you can still eat this pastry today, or else..." Zhang Qishan gave a threatening look.

Ling Duan curled his lips inwardly, seeing how this man looked like yesterday, he might not be a good match. If I want to hang out in Changsha City, I should not go head-to-head with him. I had a few thoughts in my mind, but I didn't miss anything on the surface. Instead, I pretended to be accepted Shrinking his neck as if frightened, "Then you ask."

"What's your surname, what are you doing, and where is your ancestral home?" Zhang Qishan put on an interrogation posture, but what he was holding in his hand was not a whip, but a soft pastry.

"Why don't you ask me what the eighteen generations of my ancestors did?" Ling Duan wanted to show weakness, but couldn't hold back the man's tone, so he couldn't help but hit him.

Zhang Qishan snorted coldly, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and squeezed it into pieces, then clapped his hands in leisure time to pick up the second piece.

"Sir, you have something to say, something to say." This time, Ling Duan really felt sorry for him, but he hadn't eaten a bite of food all day and night, and finally Xie Jiuye, a good man, came to deliver some food, and he was caught by this The fake elder brother was killed.His heart is bitter.

"My surname is Qi. I am a fortune teller who travels around the world. I plan to settle in Changsha City in the future."

"En." Zhang Qishan was quite satisfied with this answer, and rewarded Ling Duan with a piece of intact sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "How did you know Lao Jiu?"

Ling Duan pinched the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, and looked longingly at the white piece of cake in Zhang Qishan's hand. Sadness almost flowed against the river. It was what he earned with his own intelligence yesterday. Why do you have to watch it if you want to eat it now? winks from others.

"Don't want to say it?" Zhang Qishan spread out his hands, crushed two more pieces, and maliciously threw the crumbs towards Lingduan.

"Tell me, I'm not thinking about what to say, why are you in a hurry?"

Two more pieces were crushed. "Do not talk nonsense."

"Hey, yesterday I went to the street to do business, and I saw Xie Jiuye strolling on the street. I saw that he was alone, and he was dressed richly, so I said that the two of us were destined. I would tell him a fortune, but he didn't believe me. Let me calculate how much money he brought, and if the calculation is correct, I will share half of it! As for those snacks, he kindly gave them to me!"

Ling Duan looked at the dim sum scum all over the place and felt that his heart was bleeding.

"Do you have any relatives and friends here?"

"No, no, I didn't know anyone when I first came here." This time Ling Duan had a long memory and answered quickly.

Zhang Qishan was quite satisfied, and he threw the snacks and silver dollars back into Lingduan's arms, "My name is Zhang Qishan, and I'm the defense officer in Changsha. You will hang out with me from now on."

Ling Duan was starving, and was afraid that the leftover food would be worse than Zhang Qishan's murderous hands, so he was busy stuffing snacks into his mouth, so he didn't have time to answer him.

Zhang Qishan rolled his eyes in disbelief, stretched out his hand and squeezed Ling Duan's bulging cheeks, "I know how to eat!"

Ling Duan was so busy that he couldn't speak, but he sighed in his heart, he probably won't be able to get rid of his heart disease after being a beggar in his life!