The Fortune Teller Has No Sign

My name is Chen Jiuliang - the name was given by my grandfather because I weighed exactly 9 liang when I was born, less than 1 jin by 1 liang, and I almost didn't survive. My grandfather Chen Banshan is a descendant of the Mayi lineage of the Northern School. He has opened a fortune-telling parlor in a small county in Henan for 40 years. My father thought this business was unlucky, so he went to Guangdong to work when he was eighteen and never came back. I grew up with my grandfather. When I was six years old, my grandfather taught me to recite "Ma Yi Xiangfa". When I was nine years old, I could point at random people on the street and tell whether their ancestors were poor or rich for three generations. When I was twelve years old, I figured out that the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family next door was pregnant with a boy. Zhao didn't believe it and went for a B-ultrasound. When she came back, her legs were weak. At the age of fourteen, the whole county knew that Chen Banshan had a grandson who was even more amazing than Chen Banshan. But my grandpa never praises me. Every time I calculated something accurately, he would smoke a dry cigarette and say the same sentence: "Jiuliang, you have to remember - the most difficult thing for a fortune teller to calculate in his life is himself." I nodded. I didn't know at the time that when he said "the hardest thing to calculate", he was not exaggerating or modest, but taking it literally.