Bamboo umbrellas stand quietly in Xianyangdong City, and a young man's feather fan gently shakes next to the wooden table. Lian Niang spread her palms for the fifth time: Mr. Qin, help me see if the marriage line has changed? She stuffed a few golden pills into her fingertips and refused to take them back. I pressed her wrist pulse and whispered: Go to the medicine hall to get more ephedra soup, and it will come true in half a month. She frowned in confusion but finally got up and left, looking back endlessly. Dozens of women in front of the stall were laughing and whispering. I watched her figure disappear around the corner with a slight smile on her lips - the next one. This three hundred gold is enough for me to open another shop in Xianyang City.
