Chapter 373: Demagogy

(17) Demagogy

When I was discharged from the hospital, it was less than three weeks, and the 8,000 yuan had not been used up.

The soothsayer didn't seem surprised at all, and she put my left hand between the palms of her and muttered the words. This reminds me of the old man Dabo's recitation of menstrual pain, I don't know what kind of spell she has, I feel that she is the kind of person who understands witchcraft.

When she finished reading, I couldn't help but ask, "Is there any other disaster I have?"

"It's not a big deal," she said, "and I say your husband is too weak, not because of his ability, but because he is too." Maybe it's because he's so beautiful that he can't resist the temptation, but of course you can't feel it yet. Remember, though, my words, if you bleed, smear the blood on the person who bullied you or on his stuff. ”

"Why is that?"

"So that you don't hurt, but the person who bullied you is hurting himself. ”

"Is this your spell?" I still couldn't help but wonder, "why help me?"

"To help you is to help myself," she said with a smile on her face, "I can prolong my life by helping you!"

"Why?" I've never heard anyone say that! I just feel that everyone who is nice to me gets promoted and makes a fortune, except for a colleague who died young.

"Because you are a rich man!" she said, "and you are the richest man I have ever met, including all the people on television!"

I couldn't help but grin and remember the first time she saw me and said, "You're in luck!". She is really a legendary goddess who can deceive people's hearts!

Mrs. Ding was about to tell me the address of her home, but I said that I did not want to contact the patient, and I hoped that I would never be hospitalized or take medicine again in the future.

Except for the soothsayer who met again in the hospital, the follow-up of everyone else last time was told by the doctor. Doctors always have a good understanding of the patients who have recovered and been discharged from the hospital, and it seems that they can remember clearly who they came with for each follow-up visit. When I heard that I was riding my own bike, I said that I should ride back by myself, slow down and be careful on the road.

I'll just say: I'll bring it to you next time the book is published!

It is said that the poet went back to his hometown to pay respects to his grave, paid homage to his parents, sold his old house, and returned to Beijing. The original unit arranged him in the library, guarding a pile of books and newspapers from 9 to 5.

A few years later, the price of blue and white porcelain in the Yuan Dynasty reached new highs at auction. Yuan blue and white ware is generally huge, majestic, with inscription blue and white cloud dragon pattern elephant ear vase has become a world-recognized treasure, Guigu Xiashan picture jar in foreign auctions, set a record of Chinese porcelain prices.

I often see reports that the auction price of a single piece of the collection has reached hundreds or tens of millions of yuan, and I don't know if there is anything from the poet's old house. Wouldn't he feel wronged if he knew? But, to be honest, he wouldn't have been able to find the treasure even if he kept that old house for the rest of his life. It is also thanks to the treasures and legends left by his ancestors, otherwise he would have died of old age in a psychiatric hospital.

There are also other places that have advanced by leaps and bounds in the past 20 years, such as opening rivers, digging ditches, building houses, and building roads, all of which are related to a large number of underground cultural relics. I don't know how many rich people have been created.

But no one dares to touch my treasure anymore, does he? After all, thousands of lives are not worth anyone's burden, and even demons weigh their own weight.

(White Diary 5: In Search of Lost Treasures, July 29-August 5, 2009, A Lan in Beijing.) ）