Zhou Zuan packed up his stall and walked over to the group.
De'an, Zhao Jing, and the others inevitably bowed in greeting again. After Mr. Zhou told them to rise, De'an asked mischievously, "Mr. Zhou, why are you leaving already? It's still early and the crowd is just picking up. How much money will you lose out on by going home now?"
Zhou Zuan chuckled. "If you think I'm not making enough, then you should all have your fortunes told. Gift me a few silver coins."
"In that case, why bother with a fortune-telling? Couldn't we just give you the silver directly?"
"You are my student. How could I refuse such a display of filial piety? Are you planning to give me ten taels, or twenty? Your teacher's family is poor, you know. We're counting on today's divination fees to get through the New Year. If you're flush with silver, feel free to give more. Your teacher certainly won't turn it down."
De'an... took a step back, clutching his sleeves tighter.
