Compared with the small milk bag, she was favored by seven uncles

Chapter 37 The old man with the bamboo pole

Not only that, but she didn't even know it.

On the same day, an ignorant little girl also said that the third uncle couldn't kill the pigs so fierce.

It is precisely because of this sentence that in this life, Li Laosan's proud career has ended.

After listening to Zhao Chunxiang speaking, the villagers deliberately stopped and opened their eyes wide to ask.

"What did the celestial master say?
Is your third uncle okay? "

Zhao Chunxiang couldn't help but glance at Li Yanyan who was sleeping in the carriage and smiled.

"Heavenly Master said that my third uncle was afraid that he had touched the bad head of some immortal, so he would have this disaster."

Having said that, Zhao Chunxiang stopped again.

People were in a hurry to hear it, and they hurriedly asked, "Why is this happening, I'm afraid your third uncle kills too many pigs and has karma?"

Some people also said, "Could it be that the bad luck of the death star Li Suisui has not receded?
She died and turned into a ghost to seek revenge for Li Laosan and his wife? "

"revenge?
Didn't it mean that when Mrs. Li buried her, she did special treatment so that she couldn't be a ghost or give birth?
How could she still get revenge? "

Speaking of Li Suisui's death, a trace of impatience appeared on Zhao Chunxiang's face, Nima, how could these people skew her topic to Li Suisui?
"Oh, the death star is dead, and what are you talking about/
There is a catastrophe in the third child's life, and the master said that he has an explanation. "

Zhao Chunxiang answered quickly and brought the topic back to the past.

"There is a solution! How to solve it?"

Zhao Chunxiang raised her eyebrows and smiled so proudly.

"Heavenly Master said that if the third uncle wants to solve this catastrophe, he can only find someone who is rich and fortunate to go to my third uncle's house to sit in town, recite the scriptures, and calm his soul."

"Oh, it's not easy. Your Yanyan is not a famous person with great fortune in these eight villages. It's okay to let your Yanyan go."

"Who said no?
My Yanyan stayed with her third uncle for one night last night, and also read and prayed for his third uncle. His third uncle woke up this morning.
The doctor said nothing major, we just came back. "

Zhao Chunxiang said with a smile, sitting in the carriage and posing to accept everyone's compliments.

Sure enough, one after another praised Yanyan's good luck and filial piety.

The bitch licked her face even more, bent over and made a gesture of begging, "Yan Yanniang, see my dog ​​eggs tomorrow, can your Yanyan come to my house for a day?"

Go to his house for a day?Of course it is possible, but what if there is no benefit?
So he sat in the carriage and remained silent for a while.

Just at this moment, Li Yanyan woke up and said that she wanted to take a break.

Zhao Chunxiang let her get off the carriage and pointed to the grass not far away to let her go and return quickly.

The bitch volunteered to help and watch, as if treating herself as a servant for a four-and-a-half-year-old baby boy.

Zhao Chunxiang was very satisfied with the bitch's knowledge, thinking that as long as she was willing to spend one or two coins as happy money, she would agree.

Otherwise, she will find an excuse to take her daughter back to her parents' house tomorrow.

Everyone was talking here, completely unaware that an old man with a bamboo stick as a walking stick was slowly approaching them.

And the old man's eyes stared at Li Yanyan who had returned from Xiaojie for a long time.

"Okay, it's time for us to go home, motherfucker, we'll talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow, now that our family is not suppressed by the death star, our Yanyan's luck is very good! I want to touch her luck. People can shoot the team!"

After Zhao Chunxiang finished speaking, she didn't give the bastard a chance to speak, and let the carriage go along the route she pointed.

The old man who used a bamboo pole as a walking stick followed the carriage from a distance, and was a suitable little boy.

Unexpectedly, he thought he was fleeing this trip, but he did not expect to make a fortune!
(End of this chapter)