Shen Ning smiled slightly and said, "The thing you lost was square?"
The scribe's body was shaken heavily, his expression was excited, and he rushed to the table with a sprint, almost overturning the table.
"Yes, yes, that's right. It's exactly square. Miss fortune teller, can you figure out the whereabouts of such a thing?" he asked eagerly.
Shen Ning did not answer his words and continued to ask: "Is there a well in your backyard?"
"Yes, yes, there is a well." The scribe swallowed his saliva and nodded heavily, unable to hide the surprise on his face.
"If my calculations are correct, the thing you are looking for should be at the bottom of the well. You only need to drain the well to find out."
"Seriously?" The scribe looked at Shen Ning in disbelief.
"I'm just guessing, I'm not absolutely sure." Shen Ning told the truth.
But she used reasoning instead of calculation.
The scribe seemed to believe it, and murmured, shaking his head and saying to himself: "At the bottom of the well? Impossible, how could that thing be in the well?"
Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, a hint of joy flashed across his face, he pulled away from the crowd and ran quickly.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't run, stop! You told your fortune and you haven't paid me yet!"
The scribe looked gentle and gentle, but he ran very fast and disappeared at the end of the long street in the blink of an eye.
Xiaoru chased for a few steps but failed to catch up, and angrily stamped his feet at the scribe's back.
"Miss, that guy looks like a human being, but he turns out to be a fortune-telling master who doesn't give you money. It's really annoying!" She pouted in anger.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not sure about this hexagram, so I'll just treat it as a gift to him."
Shen Ning smiled nonchalantly and cupped her hands to the crowd that was still crowded around her:
"That's it for today. If you still want to tell fortunes and test Chinese characters, please come early tomorrow."
After saying that, she took Xiao Ru to the wood shop to return the rented table and bench.
People who were still enjoying themselves kept following her, admiring and commenting endlessly.
Shen Ning looked back at the long tail behind her, a little dumbfounded.
If she had known that it would create such a big fuss, she would never have set up a stall here to test calligraphy.
If this continues, she will soon become a celebrity in Kyoto.
People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. Being famous is not a good thing for her.
It would be very bad if one day someone saw through her disguise and recognized her as the real princess of Dingyuan Palace.
Shen Ning touched her chin and began to wonder if she should find another way to make money.
She pulled Xiaoru and quickened her pace, turning east and west, heading into a remote alley with few people.
Finally, they turned into a quiet alley, and there was no one behind her and Xiaoru.
Shaking off the big tail behind him, Shen Ning leaned against the wall and exhaled a long breath.
Unexpectedly, before she could catch her breath, she heard a malicious voice above her head:
"Young ladies, you run pretty fast. Are you in such a hurry to give me money?"
Shen Ning suddenly looked up and saw a man in his thirties standing on the wall, with a pockmarked face and a fierce look on his face.
The pock-marked man snapped his fingers, and dozens of people suddenly poured out from both ends of the alley. Judging by their appearance, they must be ruffians and scoundrels.
They blocked both ends of the alley, trapping the master and servant Shen Ning inside, making it difficult for them to fly.