"Countryman, you seem to be lacking in vitality. Have you been experiencing back and leg pains, frequent and urgent urination, besides a general lack of vigor?"
"Huh? Am I talking nonsense? If so, then... Don't be shy. If you are sick, I have the remedy. For men to maintain their vitality, you need to drink Kidney Treasure. One bottle to boost your spirit and two bottles to keep you vigorous all the time... Hey, why are you cursing at me?"
"Good intentions mistaken for a donkey's liver and lungs. If only you hadn't walked away so fast, I would have smashed your head in with one punch!"
Wang Musheng threw a punch in the air, sat back down on the ground grumpily, and carelessly spun the sign hanging around his neck and revealing the words 'Diviner' in crooked big characters.
Sigh!
It's been almost a day since he entered the city, without making a single deal. Not only is his stomach growling, but more importantly, how is he going to find a wife in the vast city of Jinghai without money?
Wife?
At the thought of these two words, the disheartened Wang Musheng suddenly became energetic. He proudly flipped his disheveled hair with a proud look on his face.
When he was twelve, he has engaged to a girl named Liu Yiyi. Liu Yiyi was stunningly beautiful, fair-skinned, with bright eyes and a beautiful smile. Two words, Beautiful!
Unfortunately, Wang Musheng was immature at that time. The day after their wedding night, he had not done anything, and Liu Yiyi was taken away by her father.
What a lousy wedding night! The most intolerable part is, Liu Yiyi has been gone for a full eight years, eight whole years!
During these eight years, Wang Musheng has often wondered if Liu Yiyi has become more beautiful or more adorable?
Hehe…
To answer his own question, he has been planning for eight years and finally managed to escape from the clutches of the village head and make it to Jinghai city. The thought of meeting his wife Liu Yiyi soon makes him...
Oh my, this... Wang Musheng feels too shy even thinking about it...
At the moment, as a wave of emotions ran across Wang Musheng's face, an elderly woman accompanied by a young girl stopped near him while out on a stroll. As soon as the old lady noticed the sign in front of Wang Musheng, she hurriedly came to a halt.
"Eh, Yu Rou, there's a fortune teller here. Why don't we go and see when you'll meet 'the one'?"
"Oh Grandma, I'm still young, what's the rush?"
"You may be young, but grandma isn't. If you don't get married soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet your future husband."
"You shouldn't talk nonsense, Grandma. You will live a long, healthy life."
...
Living a long life? That sure can be tough!
Wang Musheng cleared his throat with a couple of dry coughs, then raised his voice and bellowed, "Fortunes being told! Fortune-telling! Predict luck and love, decipher fate, understand life, if the prediction isn't accurate, you won't be charged! If it is accurate, don't complain about the price..."
As he was hollering, he gradually turned his head to follow the direction the grandmother and granddaughter duo were pointing towards.
When his gaze fell upon the young woman, his eyes lit up in awe, "Wow...she's beautiful..."
Oops!
I got that wrong!
This was a woman in a blue dress, around twenty years old. Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, her innocence...hehe...was enticing.
What a beauty!
...She was even more beautiful than Widow Hua in the village!"
"Where are you looking!" Upon noticing Wang Musheng's gaze, Xia Yurou quickly adjusted her neckline...
"Cough, cough!"
Wang Musheng coughed twice, tousled his messy hair, and then shifted his gaze to the granny beside Xia Yurou.
This old lady seemed to be around eighty years old. With her hunched back and a face full of wrinkles, she stolidly walked with Xia Yurou to stand face to face with Wang Musheng. The granny then asked, "Young man, can you really read fortune?"
"Prediction is free if it turns out incorrect, but don't resent the cost if it's accurate," Wang Musheng sneakily glanced at the beauty beside the old lady as he spoke. His face lit up, the girl was so alluring, he was dying to touch... oh no, to do a divination!
"Then would you please predict when my granddaughter will find a boyfriend?" The granny asked again.
"Sure!" Wang Musheng's eyes brightened immediately, and answered with a big smile, "Stretch out your hand, let me take a look."
The old lady was slightly taken aback, "Isn't the date and time of birth required for fortune-telling?"
"The date and time of birth can only provide a general reading. Life is preordained, 70% depends on efforts, everything is uncertain, we can't generalize!" After finishing, Wang Musheng glanced at Xia Yurou again, saying jovially, "Come now, stretch out your hand, let me touch... oh no, take a look."
"In your dreams!" Xia Yurou replied tartly.
The granny frowned slightly and hesitated before saying, "Yurou, why don't you let the young master take a look?"
"I don't want to!" Xia Yurou showed clear reluctance.
The granny sighed, "Sigh, I am already half way into the grave. Who knows when..."
"Granny, isn't it enough that I let him do the reading? Please don't talk nonsense anymore." Xia Yurou grumbled, stretching out her right hand towards Wang Musheng. She had a feeling like she was a lamb to the slaughter.
Sure enough!
Wang Musheng's eyes sparkled as soon as he saw Xia Yurou's hand. Like a starving wolf, he grabbed her small hand almost as if he feared she might run away. He muttered under his breath, "Oh, such a delicate hand... smooth, tender, what a perfect touch..."
"Hmph!"
Xia Yurou yanked her hand back indignantly and said in a cold voice, "Grandmother, let's go."
"Oh," sighed the old grandmother. She shook her head helplessly, and the two of them, standing shoulder to shoulder, were about to leave when...
"Hold on!"
Wang Musheng stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth, tossed his tousled hair, and said decisively, "Grandmother, indeed, palmistry is part of my fortune-telling, but it also requires certain tools. However... for you, even if I don't look at your palm or use tools, I can see that your forehead is darkened. There's definitely a disaster awaiting you today!"
"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Xia Yurou stormed at him.
Wang Musheng felt a pang in his heart, 'Oh no, the beauty is watching me. This is the moment I must...'
He tossed his tousled hair again, looking up at the sky at a 45 degrees angle. Widow Hua told him this was when he looked the coolest, although he didn't understand why every time he did this, Widow Hua would try to unbuckle his belt...
At this moment, Wang Musheng gazed at the sky, not looking at Xia Yurou, and said coolly, "I said, Grandmother, a disaster is definitely coming for you today."
"You!" Xia Yurou was so furious, she looked ready to attack, but the old grandmother held her back.
"Ah, grandmother! People with such a loose tongue deserve a beating," Xia Yurou grumbled.
"These things, it's better to believe than not," the grandmother replied. Then she walked a little forward and asked, "Young sir, is there any way to avert this?"
At her age, she had long become indifferent to life and death, but she couldn't let go of Xia Yurou!
Wang Musheng looked at the old grandmother seriously and said dispassionately, "Speaking of fate, I'm afraid your disaster can't be avoided today. However, looking at your complexion, what you need now isn't fortune-telling, but medical attention."
"You can treat ailments?" the old granny asked.
Xia Yurou, standing nearby, couldn't help but smirk, "Well, this street trickster really has quite the mettle!"
"Of course!"
Ignoring Xia Yurou for the time being, Wang Musheng flipped the sign hanging in front of him around, revealing the four large characters – 'Huatuo is Still Alive,' and loudly said, "Judging by your complexion, I fear that I alone will not manage. Let me introduce my assistant, Xiangxiang!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Yurou was slightly taken aback, "This guy is rather interesting!
And he has an assistant?
They're even working as a team to deceive?
Xiangxiang?
Could it be a girl?"