Mao Tao raised his hand and said, “I want to try too!”0

And so, try he did. In the end, however, he drew a slightly inauspicious lot, which held the following verse:0

This heart is sincere and true, yet like the clay jar that ever breaks by the well.1

Mao Tao’s face soured with gloom. Seeing the result, He Yue chuckled and commented, “Well, at least it’s better than what my big brother got.”0

Still uneasy, Mao Tao muttered to himself, “Guess I’d better eat more pig’s trotter noodles to chase off bad luck…”0

Next, Mrs. Zhu took the container in her arms and gave it a shake.0

She drew a slightly auspicious lot.0

“The first year I was sold here, I came twice to divine my fate. I drew lots months apart, yet both times I got a slightly auspicious lot, telling me that one day my fate would improve.” She bit her lip. “If not for that, I’d have probably thrown myself into...0