Today is the second day, and Chi Jing came to Wuhua Building early to order a cup of ginger tea.

Drinking honey orange tea in summer and honey ginger tea in winter is the key to longevity. She took a sip of satisfaction, then sighed lightly, and said helplessly to the kneeling person in front of her, "Can you not kneel at every turn?" The old man can't stand it! ”

It seems that these people are aware that her reappearance this time is not like last time, as long as she queues up, as long as she can afford to pay the progressive hexagram fee, she is willing to show everyone endlessly.

She learned to be high-minded, and they learned to kneel.

"Old man Wuhua, I know that you are not short of money, but they say that apart from you, no one in the world can save me." Kneeling down was an old farmer in a patched cotton coat who looked to be in his fifties.

He exuded the rich smell of earth and sweat that was unique to his long work, his skin was dark and covered with traces of wind and frost, and his deep-set eyes pleaded with a pleading gaze for the unpretentious old man in front of him, who did not look much older than himself.

"Big..."Want to call uncle? I seem to be an old man now. Chi Jing pondered for a moment and said, "This uncle, if you have anything to say, you can get up first and then speak." ”

If the rich and noble, who were well-dressed and arrogant, knelt down to her, she would take it with reason. But if she looks like a poor and poor old man, and even the old farmer whose back is about to be humped by life kneels to herself, she really can't stand it and feels uncomfortable.

When the old peasant heard this, he thought that she would not agree, and kowtowed again and again.

"Get up, uncle. Otherwise I really won't help! Chi Jing said lightly, not angry and arrogant.

The old peasant shuddered, stood up hurriedly, and stood in place awkwardly, bowing his head and not daring to speak again.

"Tell me about it." She's a fortune teller, and she really can't think of anything she can do to help. Dare to love her, the words "Wuhua old man" have now become a living signboard of "saving the suffering and saving the suffering".

"I... I—" The old peasant seemed a little embarrassed.

"Speak quickly!" How did you kneel so neatly when you just knelt? Chi Jing secretly rolled his eyes, but still yelled at him patiently.

"I, I often dream of my son..."Startled, the old farmer hurriedly began to tell the truth, and at the same time, cloudy huge tears fell from his eyes one by one. That dream is also true, and I dreamed that he told me to get him up..."

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Today is the second day, and Chi Jing came to Wuhua Building early to order a cup of ginger tea.

Drinking honey orange tea in summer and honey ginger tea in winter is the key to longevity. She took a sip of satisfaction, then sighed lightly, and said helplessly to the kneeling person in front of her, "Can you not kneel at every turn?" The old man can't stand it! ”

It seems that these people are aware that her reappearance this time is not like last time, as long as she queues up, as long as she can afford to pay the progressive hexagram fee, she is willing to show everyone endlessly.

She learned to be high-minded, and they learned to kneel.

"Old man Wuhua, I know that you are not short of money, but they say that apart from you, no one in the world can save me." Kneeling down was an old farmer in a patched cotton coat who looked to be in his fifties.

He exuded the rich smell of earth and sweat that was unique to his long work, his skin was dark and covered with traces of wind and frost, and his deep-set eyes pleaded with a pleading gaze for the unpretentious old man in front of him, who did not look much older than himself.

"Big..."Want to call uncle? I seem to be an old man now. Chi Jing pondered for a moment and said, "This uncle, if you have anything to say, you can get up first and then speak." ”

If the rich and noble, who were well-dressed and arrogant, knelt down to her, she would take it with reason. But if she looks like a poor and poor old man, and even the old farmer whose back is about to be humped by life kneels to herself, she really can't stand it and feels uncomfortable.

When the old peasant heard this, he thought that she would not agree, and kowtowed again and again.

"Get up, uncle. Otherwise I really won't help! Chi Jing said lightly, not angry and arrogant.

The old peasant shuddered, stood up hurriedly, and stood in place awkwardly, bowing his head and not daring to speak again.

"Tell me about it." She's a fortune teller, and she really can't think of anything she can do to help. Dare to love her, the words "Wuhua old man" have now become a living signboard of "saving the suffering and saving the suffering".

"I... I—" The old peasant seemed a little embarrassed.

"Speak quickly!" How did you kneel so neatly when you just knelt? Chi Jing secretly rolled his eyes, but still yelled at him patiently.

"I, I often dream of my son..."Startled, the old farmer hurriedly began to tell the truth, and at the same time, cloudy huge tears fell from his eyes one by one. That dream is also true, and I dreamed that he told me to get him up..."

[This article was first launched, well, dotted, dotted, and subscribed for only two cents a day. 】

[I feel like I'm sorry for genuine readers.,Please include more.,I'll change it back soon.,Please understand the author's difficulty]

Today is the second day, and Chi Jing came to Wuhua Building early to order a cup of ginger tea.

Drinking honey orange tea in summer and honey ginger tea in winter is the key to longevity. She took a sip of satisfaction, then sighed lightly, and said helplessly to the kneeling person in front of her, "Can you not kneel at every turn?" The old man can't stand it! ”

It seems that these people are aware that her reappearance this time is not like last time, as long as she queues up, as long as she can afford to pay the progressive hexagram fee, she is willing to show everyone endlessly.

She learned to be high-minded, and they learned to kneel.

"Old man Wuhua, I know that you are not short of money, but they say that apart from you, no one in the world can save me." Kneeling down was an old farmer in a patched cotton coat who looked to be in his fifties.

He exuded the rich smell of earth and sweat that was unique to his long work, his skin was dark and covered with traces of wind and frost, and his deep-set eyes pleaded with a pleading gaze for the unpretentious old man in front of him, who did not look much older than himself.

"Big..."Want to call uncle? I seem to be an old man now. Chi Jing pondered for a moment and said, "This uncle, if you have anything to say, you can get up first and then speak." ”

If the rich and noble, who were well-dressed and arrogant, knelt down to her, she would take it with reason. But if she looks like a poor and poor old man, and even the old farmer whose back is about to be humped by life kneels to herself, she really can't stand it and feels uncomfortable.

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