"Master, why have you today..."
Duobao took out a small earthen jar and handed it to Tongtian. Inside was the money he had painstakingly earned telling fortunes.
He enjoyed quiet cultivation and had little appetite for fine food, so even though he charged only one copper coin per reading, he had saved quite a bit.
Tongtian accepted the earthen jar and cradled it in his arms, seemingly cherishing it even more than the Immortal Slaying Sword or the Qingping Sword.
In the past, whenever he came to Chaoge to experience everyday life, he would take the form of an old Daoist. Today, for the first time, he had appeared in his true form: a young man brimming with vitality.
Tongtian ran a hand through the copper coins in the jar. These coins were anything but ordinary.
"You saw that spectacle just now as well. What insights did you gain?"
Duobao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yu established the Nine Provinces and shaped the dragon vein, but the Human Race remains divided, with feudal states standing thick as trees in a forest..."
In truth, there had already been signs of the Human Race's soaring fortune. Whether it was the sudden rise in literacy or the people's gradually awakening understanding, Duobao had been the first to observe it.
As early as half a month ago, the commoners who came to him for readings had stopped simply asking questions. Instead, they asked whether their own predictions were right. Previously, they had only predicted sunshine or rain, whether there would be fog, and other matters whose early signs could be roughly discerned.
Now they had progressed to predicting that pork and mutton prices would rise within half a month, while foxtail millet and coarse hemp prices would fall. Some even estimated the percentage