On the eleventh day of the first month of 1962, we came to Tun a Mr. Shu, a middle-aged man, wearing a blue tweed uniform, and Tun Zi did not wear such a good one at that time. He counted with an abacus and reported the date of birth

On the eleventh day of the first month of 1962, we came to Tun a Mr. Shu, a middle-aged man, wearing a blue tweed uniform, and Tun Zi did not wear such a good one at that time. He used an abacus to calculate the number of books, the time of birth was calculated one accurately, and the number of 5 dimes was calculated. In our village, for two days, the east, west, south, and north tuns all came.

On the third morning, when we were having breakfast, many people went to the queue and waited, including a cousin who also went, and her family was busy and anxious. While eating, Mr. Shu said: You don't have to count, your middle-aged life is not good, you can borrow the light of your children at night, and you don't have to give me gold. Everyone asked him why he was not a good law in middle age, and the husband said that she should be a widow, and everyone listened to her and said that she was not a widow, and the husband put down his rice bowl, picked up his pocket and left.

As a result, in the autumn of that year, my cousin grew a small sore on his body, the longer it grew bigger, first went to the county hospital, then went to the Harbin Medical University, the more serious the treatment, except for the palms and feet of the hands and feet were all soaked in yellow water and died alive, my cousin finally became a widow. Decades have passed, and when we go to count Mr. Shu again, we compare him with that gentleman, thinking that none of them are accurate.