Chapter 18 Master, You Have a Calamity of Blood
The matters of the Jianghu are not over yet?
Liang Haihong nervously asked, “Dahua, did Wanghe leave? He didn’t go pick a fight, did he?”
“I don’t know. I came back with Siyi, but they were nowhere to be seen!”
Dahua looked full of regret. Although Ma Siyi was a close sister, she was too quiet to be any fun. It was a bit boring!
“Grandma Lin, don’t worry!”
“Grandma Lin, don’t worry, Zimo won’t suffer any losses.”
“Dahua, go check, but just look, don’t get involved!”
She had been waiting for her mom to say that. It was like a starting gun going off. She grabbed her backpack and ran off like a shot.
“Young lady, I see a calamity in your future today. I have a talisman here. Only 198 yuan to ward off the disaster!”
“Master, don’t talk nonsense. Don’t curse me!”
“We are destined to meet, so for you, only 98 yuan to ward off the disaster.”
“Damn it, you’re selling a photocopied talisman for 98 yuan?”
Hearing this, the girl immediately ran off.
A photocopy wouldn’t ward off anything!
Wu Daoyin was furious.
“White kid, you’re ruining my business! Show some respect!”
“Wu Master, aren’t you supposed to be good at fortune-telling? Tell me, why am I here today?”
Wu Daoyin looked a bit guilty!
He moved his stall to another spot. But today, he still ran into Bai Zimo.
“You’re looking for me?”
“Master Wu! See, isn’t that accurate?”
Wu Daoyin’s eye twitched.
“Accurate, my ass. I came here specifically to find you! Can you act decently for once?”
“White kid, return my turtle shell. I already talked to your teacher. Don’t bring trouble upon yourself!”
That was what Dahua meant when she said “the matters of the Jianghu are not over.”
Wu Daoyin, that old rascal, was truly shameless. He lost his turtle shell to Bai Zimo and insisted it was stolen!
He wanted it back but didn’t want to pay and even went to school to snitch — absolutely disgraceful.
“Master! You have a calamity of blood!”
Bai Zimo pulled the turtle shell out of his backpack and smashed it onto Wu Daoyin’s forehead.
“See? You didn’t predict this, did you?”
“You brat! You actually hit me!”
“Already hit you. You tell me whether I dare or not!”
“Believe it or not, I’ll send you to the police station!”
“Then you calculate again — do I believe it or not!”
A little kid at the police station — what good would that do?
Dealing with a little rascal , Wu Daoyin, an old con artist, didn’t want trouble with the police.
An old scammer encountering a little troublemaker — his old tricks didn’t work, and he couldn’t scare him either.
“So what do you want? Fine, I’ll pay to get it back.”
“I don’t want money now. You falsely accused me, ruined me. Even if I throw it away, I won’t give it back to you.”
As Bai Zimo spoke, he pretended to throw the turtle shell into the canal.
“Hey hey, wait! That turtle shell is an antique, passed down since the late Qing dynasty! It’s my family’s livelihood!”
“Hereditary scammers? What an outstanding family you have!”
“I just didn’t master the skills well! Still relying on the old turtle shell to bluff people. Haven’t you noticed? Nowadays, people are too smart. My talismans don’t sell anymore.”
“Looking at this Grand Canal, I often imagine its glory from over a hundred years ago!”
Wu Daoyin was full of question marks.
Was this kid about to start reciting poetry?
“Back then, sails crowded the river, boats lined up as far as the eye could see. Shops lined the banks, hawkers’ cries echoed through the ancient alleys! Of course, there must have been fortune tellers too.”
Wu Daoyin proudly said, “Of course there were!”
Bai Zimo wasn’t speaking randomly — he was trying to get information from the old man. Among the lower classes, there should be some who knew.
“Master, have you heard of a big shipwreck around here?”
“Think carefully. You don’t want your family treasure to end up at the bottom of the canal, do you?”
“Wait, I remember now. Near Zhuangyuan Bridge! There’s a deep pool over there!”
“Upstream there’s a tributary of the canal. It used to be navigable by boat but was later abandoned. Wild grass grew everywhere. The water currents are complicated. You kids better not go there.”
“Listening to that heartfelt advice, here — take your turtle shell back.”
“Why are you asking about a shipwreck?”
Wu Daoyin was full of question marks again.
Are elementary school students this intense now?
Last time the homework was about ‘X’, and now they’re researching shipwrecks?
Dahua’s voice could be heard from far away.
She came running toward Bai Zimo at full speed. Unexpectedly, her short legs kicked Wu Daoyin aside.
The master was dumbfounded.
What the heck did I do wrong?
“Zimo! Was it that old guy again? Did you win the fight?”
“You little punks! Don’t push me too far!”
“You got taken down by a little girl. That’s very honorable.”
“Damn it, I just wasn’t paying attention!”
Bai Zimo stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Xia Fenghua trotted along behind him.
“Zimo, is your Jianghu matter settled now?”
“What problem? Who even knew I was going to fight?”
“Grandma Lin knows. Grandma Ma knows. My mom knows. Auntie Ling and Auntie Hong know too.”
Bai Zimo stopped and looked at her.
“Should I thank you?”
“No need to be polite! Zimo, one ice cream, and I’ll help you smooth everything over!”