The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 11

The lobby manager listened and stared at Han Zhu in a daze.

Han Zhu continued: "Of course, you can ask me to help you solve this problem."

Han Zhu's tone is Shi En's tone.

After all, in her previous life, she didn't bother to do such things.

She is a master of metaphysics and a master of Yi Xue. The so-called "learning" means knowledge, advanced knowledge, and an in-depth study of philosophy, Neo-Confucianism, mathematics, and logic.

In the previous life, Han Zhu, you spent all your money and thought hard before you could go to her and discuss some metaphysical principles with her, such as the lost way of life, the future of the country, and the luck of the heavens.

But if anyone dares to ask such questions as my family's Feng Shui is not good, I can't make a fortune, how can I seek good luck and avoid bad luck, how can I have a son? Harassing her is purely short-sighted.

After all, this is a problem that ordinary Feng Shui masters, fortune tellers or magic sticks can solve!
How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer!

But now Han Zhu understands that the situation is stronger than people.

No matter how high she thinks of herself, she still has to eat and dress...

Now it’s not that time anymore—it’s an era when others feel like they’re insulting her when they send her money...

So Han Zhuju condescendingly said such extra gracious words to the lobby manager.

If it was before, I don't know how many people would be flattered and prostrate in front of her!
But now, the lobby manager has changed his face.

Shaking his head and sighing, he reprimanded Han Zhu very unhappy: "Little girl, you don't have money to buy good clothes, and I didn't laugh at you. Curse that something will happen to my family. Can you talk nonsense like this?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Han Zhu said calmly: "Forget it, if you don't believe it, don't believe it."

The lobby manager shook his head helplessly: "You are not really a liar, are you? A little girl's family, if you don't go to school, how can you just learn some dubious things!"

It's useless to talk too much, Xia Chong can't say anything, Han Zhu turned around and left.

After leaving the Credit Building, Han Zhu saw a water seller next to him, so he felt a little thirsty, so he bought a bottle of mineral water for one yuan.The other party found her four steel jumps.

Walking down the steps, she waved to a tricycle.

The tricycle greeted her enthusiastically to come up.

Just as he was stepping onto the tricycle, Han Zhu remembered something.

She has one foot on the tricycle and one foot on the ground.

Han Zhu smiled, and said lightly: "Oh, uncle driver, let's discuss something?"

The driver said enthusiastically, "Sister, tell me!"

So Han Zhu did something he had never done in two lifetimes, and bargained: "It costs five yuan to deliver it to my house in Houtunxiang from here, can you give me one yuan cheaper?"

Because——she only has four steel jumpers on her body now.

The master driver glanced at Han Zhu: "Little sister, it's not easy for us in this hot weather, and the price of oil has risen sharply now!"

After hearing this, Han Zhu silently took his foot off the tricycle and said calmly, "Then I'll walk home."

When the driver saw him, he had no choice but to agree: "Forget it, forget it, you can come up, since you are still young, in this hot weather, just treat me as a good deed."

Han Zhu thanked his master and got into the car.

In the car, she carefully observed the master's face, and found that the position where his children's palace was located was faintly dark, and there was a tendency to diverge.

So when the tricycle was parked at the entrance of her alley, Han Zhu delivered the four steel jumpers to the master, and said seriously:

"Master, when you go back tonight, put away all the knives and scissors at home. Don't let children touch them, or you will see blood."

The master was taken aback, looked at Han Zhu, and said in bewilderment, "Sister, what are you talking about?"

Han Zhu said solemnly:
"I can tell fortunes. Your son will be bloody within three days. Remember not to let him see knives." It can be regarded as... one dollar in return.

After finishing speaking, Han Zhu turned and left with the bag in hand.

The master wondered for a while, then murmured:
"Whether what she said is true or not, I'd rather believe it or not."

Suddenly, he was shocked:
"Strange, how does she know that my family is a son!"

Carrying the bag through the alley, Han Zhu stepped into the house.

It turned out that it was just the afternoon of shopping for clothes. Her mother got a lot of rags and dolls from nowhere and placed them in the living room. There was an old bed sheet on the floor, and those rags and dolls almost filled the entire living room. Not even a place to stand.

"Mom, what is this for?" Han Zhu put down the bag, bent down to pick up a puppet, but saw that it was a little monkey, and the buttocks hadn't been sewn yet.

Fang Xiuping tidied up the foot-operated sewing machine beside her, and gesticulated the puppet on the sewing machine.

(End of this chapter)