When Zhao Xiaoyu said this, Zhao Yulan was almost stunned.

Usually she is a person with a very bright mind, and this understanding ability is absolutely fine.

But the amount of information contained in Zhao Xiaoyu's words is also too large.

Peculiar wells, Flower Street Willow Lane (commonly known as Qinglou), women dressed as men, eccentric old grandmothers of Miaojiang,

And that ecstasy incense pill that I don't know if it's true or not。。。。。。

Zhao Yulan's mind was almost overwhelmed, she seemed to have too many problems.

Well, but which one to ask first?

Which is the point?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she finally grasped the point.

She immediately reached out and grabbed Zhao Xiaoyu's arm, staring at her with stunned eyes.

Zhao Yulan felt that her hands were trembling with excitement, and she hurriedly licked her lips and calmed down.

Hard, and eagerly, he asked, "What about that, that well?" Is it still there? “

That well is a treasure, and with it, you can easily make high-quality liquor

Now, the money still has to roll in?

Zhao Xiaoyu and her lame mother are really two wastes, guarding Jinshan to eat.

Zhao Xiaoyu is disdainful in her heart, a fan of money, and a greedy woman.

If this treasure was still there, would she still tell others so easily?

That's why it's ridiculous to say that people who think they're smart.

Zhao Xiaoyu showed a very sad expression, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears that did not exist in the corners of his eyes, and shook it

Shaking his head, he said, "Two months ago, the spice workshop next door to my house was running water, and the fire was too big

My house burned down.

The well water is polluted and there is no good water to be produced now. The well was completely ruined. “

"You know what happened later, my mother was angry and anxious, and soon fell ill.

Before he died, he stuffed an envelope for me, and asked me to come to you according to the name and address of the person on it. “

Well, the well has been abandoned, and Zhao Yulan is very disappointed.

But she wasn't sad for long, after all, it wasn't her thing, she didn't really have it, too

There is no such thing as losing.

It should be Zhao Xiaoyu who should be sad, such a good baby is gone, Zhao Yulan is a little gloating.

It's not that she said, this girl is unlucky at first glance, although her facial features are okay, but her lips are long

It is too thin, and the skin is like black charcoal, always dirty, and it cannot be washed.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaoyu looked very sad, Zhao Yulan had to take out a handkerchief and press her eyes, and persuaded:

"Hey, Xiaoyu, people can't be resurrected after death, your mother must hope that you will be well, and you will mourn and change!"

Zhao Xiaoyu nodded sadly.

"Uh, by the way, that spice workshop was burned, is that incense master from Miao Jiang okay?"

Zhao Yulan's brain is quite good, and she thinks of this stubble again.

By the way, if their Zhao family invites this incense master to come over to develop spices, then they will open a spice

Shop, this sales will definitely not be a problem, people have a unique job in their hands!

Zhao Yulan had a little hope in her heart, and she looked at Zhao Xiaoyu nervously, hoping to get from her

Hear good news.

As soon as her words fell, Zhao Xiaoyu immediately cried with a "wow", "Woo woo, that old woman."

She was scorched by the fire, and it was really miserable. ”

Zhao Xiaoyu Balabala began to describe the tragic situation of the fire.

Zhao Yulan is usually bold, but when she listens to it, she still feels that her scalp is numb and her body is straight

Goosebumps.

In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she hurriedly stopped Zhao Xiaoyu: "Oh, my aunt, don't do it."

Talked! Besides, I'm going to have nightmares at night! ”

Don't let you talk about it? Zhao Xiaoyu is still unsatisfied, she hasn't talked about it yet.

She feels that she has the potential to be a puppet, but unfortunately she is still a female doll who has not married, and there is no play.