Not only that, but what she didn't know was even more.

On the same day, an ignorant little girl also said that the pig is so fierce, the third uncle can't kill it.

It is precisely because of this sentence that in this life, Li Laosan's proud career has come to an end.

The villagers deliberately stopped halfway through what they said, and they couldn't help but ask with wide eyes.

"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.

"The Heavenly Master said that my third uncle is afraid that he has touched the moldy head of the immortals, so he will have this catastrophe."

Speaking of this, Zhao Chunxiang stopped again.

People were anxious to hear this, and hurriedly asked, "How can this be, I'm afraid it's not that your third uncle killed too many pigs and had karma?" ”

Some people also said, "Could it be that the bad luck of the mourning star Li Suisui has not receded?"

She died and turned into a ghost to seek revenge on 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 reincarnate?

How could she still take revenge? ”

Speaking of Li Suisui's death, a trace of impatience appeared on Zhao Chunxiang's face, Nima, how can these people skew her topic to Li Suisui?

"Ouch, that mourning star is dead, and what are you talking about/

There is such a catastrophe in the life of the third child, and the heavenly master said that there is a solution. ”

Zhao Chunxiang hurriedly answered and led the topic again.

"There's a solution! How to solve it?"

Zhao Chunxiang raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly.

"The Heavenly Master said that if the third uncle wants to solve this calamity, the only way to find a person who is very rich and lucky is to go to my third uncle's house to sit in the town, recite scriptures, and calm his soul."

"Hey, this matter is not simple, isn't your Yanyan a famous person with great fortune in these ten miles and eight villages, just let your Yanyan go."

"Who's to say it isn't?

My Yanyan stayed with her third uncle last night, and also recited scriptures and prayed for his third uncle, and his third uncle had woken up this morning.

The doctor said nothing serious, and we came back. ”

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

Sure enough, they praised Yanyan for her good luck one by one, and the voices of filial piety came and went.

The dog girl licked her face even more, bent down and made a gesture of begging, "Yan Yan Niang, tomorrow, my dog and my dog look at each other, can your Yan Yan go to my house to play for a day?" ”

Going to his house for a day? Naturally, you can, but how can you do it without some benefits?

So he sat in the carriage and muttered for a long time, and did not speak.

At this time, Li Yanyan woke up, saying that she wanted to relieve herself.

Zhao Chunxiang let her get out of the carriage and pointed to the grass not far away and asked her to go back quickly.

The dog-girl volunteered to help watch, as if she were a servant of a four-and-a-half-year-old baby.

Zhao Chunxiang was very satisfied with the dog's interest, thinking that as long as she was willing to take out one or two dollars of silver as happy money, she agreed.

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

Everyone was talking here, and they didn't notice at all that an old man with a bamboo pole as a crutch was slowly approaching them.

And the old man's eyes stared at Li Yanyan, who came back from Xiao Jie, for a long time.

"Okay, it's time for us to go home, damn the egg, let's talk about Ming'er's affairs tomorrow, now that our family is no longer suppressed by the Mourning Star, our Yanyan's luck is good! Those who want to touch her luck can pat the team! ”

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

The old man who used the bamboo pole as a crutch followed the carriage from a distance, and he was a suitable little baby.

Unexpectedly, this trip he thought it was a refugee, but he didn't expect it to be a fortune!