The story of Zhang Go riding a donkey

the autumn wind is good, the old twig lee and the little twig blue # # came to a county town.

just before the temple door, i saw a fortune-teller in a long robe, dragging an old farmer with a coat on his back: "hey, old man, i'll give you your life, you'll pay for it?" zhang guo, who rides a donkey, "by all means, master fate, i'll take the rest of the money and the medicine! please let me go home! my wife is still waiting for me to go back to her for medicine! "well, give me all the money for the drugs and i'll put you back!" the fortune-teller stares at a vicious mouse and doesn't let go.

"let go! how much? i'll pay for him!" the young blue tweaks and can't look at it anymore, and the tweaks of copper money that you dragged behind you just threw away.

when the fortune-teller's eyes were open, he let go of his hand to pick up the money, and suddenly blinked over his head and said, "that's enough money to get rid of it? i am the fortune-teller of the county, even the governor of the county.

you have to do good, take more money, and i'll let this old thing go." "the fortune teller, don't give your face, i'll beat you!" the sound of the acoustic noise has smitten the crowd.

people look back: "oh, where's an old man with white eyes and white hair and long white beards on his chin and a little white donkey?" he'll pay for it! the fortune-teller laughs and thinks it's a strange day to meet such a big old man.

besides, his little donkey looks good.

"well, at your age, i'll release 50 of them! or i'll leave your little donkey! and those who wait around will say, “this is too greedy to be fortune-tellers!” well, this old man with a white beard is so full of shit, he's poor, he doesn't ride, he doesn't ride.

"i said old man, what did you say to this fortune teller? or i'll take care of him!" or do you want to do it with an iron bar? he's in a hurry, he's bending over and begging lee not to fight.

when the fortune-teller grabbed the old farmer's shirt again and laughed at the iron-taker lee, a miracle appeared: the old man with a white beard throws out a string of glittering, luminous copper money, "the bronze is sounding and the fortune-teller is shocked and happy, and he's down on the ground counting, counting, not much, not much, just fifty! he turned his back and turned his head on the old man with a white beard.

i don't know tarzan! "well, get up.

if you want to be a fortune teller, you can just eatDon't be greedy and defraud the poor." How can a fortune-teller hear anything? I'm so busy, I'm so excited to get my ass up on the floor and pick up the money.

And that's when it came to something even more amazing: somehow, which line of copper money the fortune teller touched in his hand turned into white paper money! Instead, he picks up a string and a string, and 50 coppers turn into paper.

A string of paper money was put in the hands of Mr.

Fate, and his greedy mouse eyeballs were coming out as the autumn winds were shaking.

He jumped up, a long bearded old man with a white beard, squeezing, "Old liar!" You old liar! Go with me to the county master!" "I'm doing it in my own way!" The old man with a white beard replied slowly: "Hip-Hop, if you want to tell me the fortune, don't do it in front of me.

Let me tell you, 5,000 years ago, I was an officer of the peace administration, and hundreds of years ago I was a monk under the King Don Ming, and I didn't know how many other dignitaries had been given a fortune.

Don't lie to me! At the end of the sentence, the old man, who was so white and old, pushed just one push, pushing away the hand of the fortune teller.

"I'll tell you my fate: I'll make you a paperman if you lie to someone else." At the end of the sentence, the old man turned his back on his leg and rode on that white donkey, and he flew eastward.

The fortune-teller had to be scared.

The crowds were also shocked, and it was not until the donkeys were moving away that they were passing God's applause.

The blue chorus and the jolly, the jade chorus, the blue chorus and the blue chorus, the world must not be too greedy, and the copper will become nothing! In turn, the bar was waved, warning Mr.

Talent that he would not be allowed to bully the poor again, and then to remove some herbs from his back and give them to the old farmers in their clothes so that he could go home and treat the old companions。