Fuwa is not easy to mess with when she is three years old

Chapter 33
The "strong man" lowered his head, startling Duan Lu solidly.

On top of the muscular body that is eight feet long, there is a girl's head on top.Take a closer look, and it looks pretty decent.

With thick eyebrows and round eyes, she is a big sister who grows wide open.

Taking two steps back to look at it, Duan Lu deeply felt that he was being abrupt.

This is not a man in a pink Chinese dress. Leaving aside his magnificent figure of more than eight feet, the man in front of him looks like a standard girl from his appearance to his clothes.

The girl choked when she was asked, but she didn't get angry with her three-year-old baby.

He explained to Du Anlu in a clear voice, "Compared with the big temples, the incense in this Jinchan Temple is not considered the heyday, but it only opens at noon every day, which should be a lucky start. Those who ask questions and wish to come back early in the morning The temple is lined up and only receives twenty pilgrims a day."

Duan Lu looked at the crowd again, "There are so many people, the number may have already exceeded the limit."

The eight-foot-long girl looked at Duan Lu with some liking in her heart.She usually has a bad temper and is reluctant to talk to children, but facing Duan Lu, she actually wanted to touch the baby's little face.

Grabbing back the hand she stretched out, the girl said: "I was wrong, it's not twenty pilgrims, it's twenty groups. As long as it's a family, it's considered a group."

With so many people in front of us, it's hard to judge how many there are.Duan Lu couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Is it too late?Can she and Lin Xiu'er still enter the temple?

Ah... chickens and dogs danced all the way, if you get up early to catch an evening show, you will suffer.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the temple creaked, and the crowd who were chattering just now quickly formed a long row of their own.

All eyes were on the door of the temple, and Duan Lu followed the crowd to look inside.

A chubby monk of seven or eight years old squeezed out from the crack of the door, holding a handful of red strings in his hand.

The ropes are not long, and a small sign with "one, two, three..." is hung on each of them.

Someone in the crowd called "little master", and the shouts of "little master" rang out one after another.

The little fat monk waved his hand, and everyone immediately fell silent again.

Du'an Lu came back to the temple head first, and she was at the end, pulling the clothes of the girl in front of her.

Cover your mouth with your hand and ask.

"What does this little fat man do?"

The girl felt that the little boy's expression became more and more cute, so she restrained the other hand vigorously with one hand.

"The one in front is the master 'Xiaochi' who is in charge of issuing the number plates of the Golden Zen Temple. He is the one who issued the twenty number plates just mentioned."

Duan Lu poked his head out, and the little fat man started from the front of the row and asked them one by one if they were together, and then handed out the number plates in his hand one by one.

Duan Lu didn't pay much attention to the left and right fights secretly performed by the girl in front of him, and his eyes were all fixed on the fewer and fewer number plates.

There must be me and my mother's share, there must be.

Climbing a mountain is exhausting.

Seeing the little fat man coming this way, he walked in front of the girl, and there were still two number plates in his hand.

Duan Lu's care was finally let go, and it was not in vain!

One girl, one myself, just right.

As a result, people are not as good as heaven, and Duan Lu, a fairy, didn't even think that at the next juncture, some dubious people could pop up to make trouble.

After a loud yell, an elderly man stepped into the line, and the girl snatched the number plate with "Shijiu" written on it before him.

"Hey, why are you like this!" the girl called out, and the people in front all turned their heads, only then did they know that someone had jumped in line.

But people just looked at it, and some squeezed the sign in their hands.

Anyway, I didn't insert it in front of me. I should carry the fruit that should be carried, and the basket that should be carried.

The little chubby monk "Xiaochi" glanced at it, and it was Lao Lai who had come to the line a few days ago.

This person has a violent temper, it is better not to quarrel with him.

Then he said to the very tall girl in front of him, "There is your sign, don't make noise."

Then he passed Lao Lai and handed the number plate with "Two Shi" written on it to the girl.

The girl was very angry, but she had a heavy responsibility and didn't want to waste time.

Or with the body of the little old man in front, she, Chen Xiaoyu, could make him lie on the bed for eight days with one punch.

Xiaochi walked up to Du'an Lu, and glanced at the baby and the two adults behind him.

The number of daily receptions set by Master Jin Chan is that no one can be more than one.Although the latter one doesn't look too poor, but twenty is twenty, and there is no one more.

Xiaochi couldn't understand Master's approach at first, since he opened the door to do business, of course the more pilgrims the better.Unexpectedly, as soon as this statement was said, he was taught a lesson by Master Jinchan.

"Do you understand hunger marketing? Do you understand the theory of target customer selection?"

"Our small temple is not as good as the big temple, so we have to do something in terms of marketing strategy. The higher the threshold of our Golden Toad Temple, the more expensive the brand name will be."

"The ones who really spend a lot of money are those who are rich and have urgent desires. Such people will naturally scramble to queue up at the front of the road. Rather than entertaining a thousand poor pilgrims, it is better to directly target high-quality users."

"Hey...you won't understand me. Just do as I tell you."

Xiaochi thought about Master's words, and said in a cold voice, "There is no number plate, come back tomorrow."

Turn around and go.

Lin Xiu'er was extremely frustrated, and sighed, but Chen Xiaoyu, who was in front of her, turned around and said to Master Xiaochi.

"The four of us came together and will go in together later."

Xiaochi looked at the four of them, he knew the girl in front, she was from the Ling residence, although she didn't know if it was a maid or something, but she was dressed in delicate materials, she was put in the group of distinguished guests by Master Jinchan.

The ones in the back...the milk dolls are better dressed, and the other two are in coarse linen clothes, they really don't look like people from the Ling family.

Seeing the suspicion in Xiaochi's eyes, Duan Lu immediately smoothed things over.

She held the girl and mother with her small hands, "Lulu, sister..."

Lin Xiu'er's thoughts turned quickly, and she took a quick look at the four people's attire, and hurriedly said, "I'm a servant."

The driver also nodded, "Me too."

Xiaochi frowned, but had no doubts.

"Your servant can stay outside. The two young ladies can go in later."

After finishing speaking, the little fat monk squirmed away.

Chen Xiaoyu looked at the little hand grasping her body, and felt even more struggling in her heart.

It was Duan Lu who took the initiative.

Fearing that the girl would repent, she first melted her with a sweet smile, and then took the initiative to introduce her name.

"I, Duan Lu, what's my sister's name?"

Chen Xiaoyu squatted down and looked at Du Anlu at the same level, hiding her hands behind her back.

"My name is Chen Xiaoyu."

Come on, call out.

Duan Lu's small eyes smiled into crescents, and his pink mouth opened and closed.

On the left, "Sister Yuyu", and "Thank you sister", coaxed Chen Xiaoyu into a ecstasy.

How can there be such a cute girl doll...

In contrast, the old man who jumped in front of him looked even more disgusting.

He should really be beaten up.

"Exactly."

Chen Xiaoyu heard that Du Anlu's words were right, and was surprised that she didn't say what was in her heart just now, why did this baby answer such a sentence without beginning or end?
But seeing Du'an Lu looking at Lao Lai's back, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"That's right, this old thing should be beaten up."

(End of this chapter)