C13 Drunken Dream There's Something Wrong with This Young Man's Brain

Chu Yizhen arrived at the foot of the mountain, removed the shackles on his hands, and ran to the tea house to drink. The sky seemed to be getting hotter. More and more people rushed to the tea house, as if they wanted to avoid the scorching sun.

Chu Yizhen seemed to have drunk too much. He took advantage of the alcohol and started shouting at the tea house. At the table next to him, there was a burly man with a tanned face and thick eyebrows. He wore a felt cloth on his head and a gray sleeveless vest. Both of the buttons were not buttoned, revealing his wheat-colored chest.

He saw the young man selling dog skin plaster drunk and slammed the table. He cried, laughed, and screamed. He was curious and stretched his neck to look at Chu Yizhen.

"Brother, did you encounter any trouble?"

Chu Yizhen narrowed his eyes and looked at Chu Yizhen. He kept hitting the table with the bowl. The sound of the bowl and feet hitting the table was so loud that it made people's ears hear it. Chu Yizhen cared about him out of kindness, but he started to make trouble for no reason. His face was full of disdain.

"Who is your brother? He doesn't have your surname." Chu Yizhen held the wine jar and burped. An unpleasant smell of alcohol came out of his mouth. "Is your family dead? Don't pay attention to me if there are no dead people."

"Hey, you!" The man slammed the table and stood up. He was so angry that his eyes became anxious. The waiter with a white towel on his shoulder held the tea tray under his armpit with one hand. He bent his waist and jogged over. He caught the man in time and covered his mouth with the other hand. He whispered into his ear.

"Sir, please don't. He, there is a problem." The waiter pretended to be mysterious. He pointed at his head and continued, "What's there to argue about with a lunatic?"

The man heard the waiter's words and glanced at Chu Yizhen. When he looked at Chu Yizhen, he laughed and cried. He was crazy and stupid. His anger was gone. Instead, he sympathized with Chu Yizhen. He shook his head and sat down to continue drinking tea.

When Chu Yizhen heard the waiter's evaluation of him, he did not feel much. He ignored him and continued drinking his wine.

After drinking for half a day, Chu Yizhen felt bored. When he woke up, he changed into Big Yellow's Eight Trigrams Daoist robe and stuck a long beard on his chin. He took off the cloth from the flag and changed it to a piece of cloth with the words "fortune-telling, marriage, Feng Shui" written on it.

This time, he pretended to be a fortune teller and didn't leave. Instead, he set up a stall on the side of the road. He laid a red cloth on the wooden box, placed a few copper coins on the cloth, and placed a wooden tube, turtle shell, peach wood sword, and other things. There were only a few things that could be used for fortune-telling.

He didn't shout like he did when he was selling dog skin plaster. He just waited for business to come to him. This job could be considered easy, and he didn't have to walk around. He just sat there and waited for people to come.

An old woman came up to him. She had a silver hairpin and a hollow flower. She wore a complicated headdress. Her two phoenix tails were inlaid with red precious jade, and her two pearls were in the shape of a pendulum. Her hair was wrapped in embroidered plum black cloth, and she wore a large red robe embroidered with mandarin ducks. When she sat down, she took out a pair of red paper, and it was inscribed with the eight characters of their birth dates.

"Master, take a look. My son and this young lady's eight characters of birth aren't compatible."

Chu Yizhen lazily shook the cattail fan, and he tilted his head as he flipped through the pages of history books on the table. He didn't even raise his eyes before he said two words.

"It doesn't match." The two red papers in front of the table entered his eyes. The old woman took away the calendar in front of Chu Yizhen, pushed the red paper in front of Chu Yizhen, and said anxiously.

"You haven't even looked at it yet. You said it doesn't match. I've asked people before. They all said that this girl is lucky. Marrying her will definitely make her rich and noble."

Chu Yizhen took back the book and opened it again. He didn't look at her, nor did he look at the red paper that the woman pushed over. He said casually.

"That means your son's life is not good!"

When the old woman heard this, her face turned gloomy. The bright light shone on her face. Her anger had become even more intense. Her son had found a good wife, and it was originally a matter of great joy. This Taoist priest was full of nonsense, and he didn't say anything good. It was obvious that he wasn't reliable.

"You stinky Taoist priest! Who are you calling unlucky?! "Nonsense, I won't look for you." The old woman grabbed two pieces of red paper and tucked them into her sleeves. She stood up and was about to leave. Chu Yizhen's expression changed. He immediately threw away his notebook and grabbed the old woman who was about to leave. "Hey, don't go."

The old woman's face was full of disgust. She pulled her hands away from the corner of her clothes and said loudly, "It's too late to regret now."

Chu Yizhen shook his head and pretended to be profound. "No, I helped you just now. You have to pay me."

When the old woman heard this, she immediately became furious. To be honest, Chu Yizhen's ability to poke fire was definitely top-notch. He did not need anyone to deal with him. That mouth of his could kill her. The old woman's head was full of fiery sparks. She bared her fangs and brandished her claws as she pounced forward.

"You unlucky Taoist priest, you still dare to ask me for money after calculating it like this! Who gave you the guts!"

The old woman did not lose her courage. She rolled up her sleeves and pounced on Chu Yizhen like a lioness. It was as if she would not stop until she tore Chu Yizhen into pieces. The commotion here caused a lot of people to be attracted. The pedestrians on the street stopped and looked at her. They pointed and pointed. Chu Yizhen could not defeat her and turned to beg for mercy.

"Grandma, I'm not going to recruit you. Please leave. I won't see you off."

Hearing this, the old woman stopped. She was willing to stop most of the time because there were more people gathered here. She didn't want to fight a swindler in front of everyone. It wouldn't look good, and it would be embarrassing to talk about it. She was more afraid that some of the people who had gathered would recognize her. She thought about it carefully and weighed the pros and cons before she stopped.

"At least you know what's good for you. If you still ask me to pay you, don't blame me for disassembling your signboard." The woman tidied her sleeves, combed her hair, and walked away. Seeing that there was no excitement, everyone dispersed. Chu Yizhen's lips curved up. Just as he was about to put the money bag he took from the woman into his sleeves, his hands were handcuffed.

He could not be more familiar with this feeling.