This day was Zhang Qilu's most unlucky day.

He came back from the town, bragging and being sought after, and his whole body was fluttering, as if he were lying in the clouds, and his bones were weak.

has money in his hand, and he is not in a hurry, although Jiang Zhimiao's little girl is not cheap, but it is also in his expectation, although he is unhappy, but he is not particularly unhappy.

It's just that he thinks that Jiang Zhimiao's little girl is also slamming the door, the business is so big, she doesn't even give a few pennies less, she is still picking the door like this when she is the shopkeeper, it's too childish.

Originally, he planned not to go to Jiang's house to buy it, but the town is so far away, just taking an ox cart is a few pennies of expenses, this time back and forth, not only is it not cheap, but it also has a lot of extra money, which is too cost-effective.

Although Jiang Zhimiao picked the door, her things were really good, genuine, and not mixed with water, he felt that he was an adult who didn't remember the villain, so he deigned to buy it.

I don't know if I don't buy it, I'm shocked when I buy it, the Jiang family's packaging is also a little more exquisite, a total of fifteen yuan of things, and the entire porcelain bottle, this, is this really not a loss?

Zhang Qilu couldn't help but think.

If he wants him to cut some bamboo in the woods behind him, the whole bamboo pipe can be loaded, and it is resistant and durable, and it will not be at a loss.

But this porcelain bottle is really good, high-end atmosphere and grade, that is, it is not very resistant to falling, Zhang Qilu thought, he must take care of these rejuvenation elixirs, this, this is his lifeline!

All the money he got from working in the town for so many days was on these porcelain bottles in his arms, and if they were broken, he wouldn't want to live.

This is not money that can be squandered at will, this is the hard-earned money he earned by working hard as a cow and a horse!

I don't know if he was dizzy with joy or something, he didn't think of carrying it with his long shirt.

Is the man who was cautious and holding him with a stupid look still the man who had been lifted?

That wise and wise man?

Stupid, stupid, and being seen, he was struck by lightning, which was an unbearable embarrassment for his life!

It's not your average embarrassment! It's embarrassing to lose face and throw it to the sky!

Okay, just see it, and there's no one here anyway, so what if you see it? He is still the man who is unbeatable, smart, and able to speak and do things in the minds of others.

After tonight, he is still the most popular man among the big girls and little daughters-in-law in Sweetwater Village.

is still the jade tree in the wind, as long as he stands there and moves his mouth, he can charm a big girl and a little daughter-in-law.

It's really not a matter of blindly hugging it, okay, he just listened to Jiang Zhimiao's little girl with compassion and carried it around in a long shirt.

Holding on to a real sin is not only a kind of torture for his body, but also for his spirit.

Not only did he have to be careful about whether there were any stones under his feet, but he also had to hold the rejuvenation potion tightly, and it was indeed a little difficult to hug him all the way home.

Zhang Qilu felt that he could handle this difficulty, but why didn't he use a long shirt with him around?

can save effort, and can also relieve him of worries, isn't it a matter of killing two birds with one stone?

He was going to do it, ready to do it in a different way to protect his baby, his, money.

It's just the kung fu of changing hands, why is it broken? Shattered! Shattered! It's broken!

I changed my hand again, and it was all broken, and it was all broken!

He hated it, even though today was the happiest day since he went to work in the town, why did he break his fortune? It was also broken, and a copper plate was gone.

He wants to cry, he can't cry, he's a man, he's a man who stands up to the sky.

But, but he really wanted to cry, it was his money, it was the money he had saved by working so hard for so many days, one copper plate after another, it was saved by him who was reluctant to eat and wear.

He can't cry! This is outside, at the door of Jiang's house, under the nose of Jiang Zhimiao's little girl, if he cries, can he still have face? Can you still maintain your image in the hearts of the villagers?

Yes, he can't cry, Zhang Qilu blinked, mourning more than his heart died, he just felt that there was nothing in this world that could be worthy of his nostalgia.

He wanted to die, he wanted to cry, he wanted to die, and he wanted to go back to when he first bought the potion, and slap him a few times hard when he had no brains, and fan him awake until he realized that he could still carry the aphrodisiac in his long shirt!

But there has never been a regret medicine in this world, and there is nothing to wear back the medicine, he hates! He hated his sudden brainlessness, hated why he changed hands, why he didn't just take the potion back.

It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable, so I can take the medicine back with all my beards and tails, it's good, the money is gone, the medicine is gone, there is nothing, he hates it!

His teeth itched with hatred, his eyes were red with hatred, and he hated his own incompetence even more.

Incompetence, is it reasonable that such a smart self can still have incompetence? This doesn't make sense!

But the pale blue liquid on the ground was still lying there, it flowed down the ground that had been trampled on, flowing, all of it was dripping, so fast that it was gone before he could react, gone!

Completely gone! His eyes were sour, Zhang Qilu wiped the corners of his eyes, wet, those were his tears of remorse, those were his tears of sadness.

He stretched out his hand, trying to keep one or two, but the potion drained faster than he could speak, gone, nothing, money, things.

For a while, he was sad, angry, and remorseful, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, he couldn't breathe, his heart was depressed, he bit his lower lip, trying to calm down this complex emotion.

But it didn't work, it began to spread, spreading to every corner of the body, from top to bottom, and no one was spared.

His eyes were wet, they were his tears, his tears of remorse, Zhang Qilu held back, he didn't hold it back, he pursed his lips, trying to stop the strange appearance in his throat.

The Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and a whimper came out of his mouth, a mournful, staccato sound.

"Ahhh

It's useless, it's useless at all, it's an unstoppable one, an instinct, a voice that comes out of oneself regardless of his will.

His eyes are sore, his nose is sore, his heart is sore, it's uncomfortable everywhere, it's uncomfortable, he can't hold it anymore, he can't hold it anymore.

His shoulders trembled slightly, he bit his lower lip tightly, he tilted his head, blinked, and silent tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

At last, he couldn't take it anymore, he began to cry, and he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

What kind of man doesn't flick when he has tears, what image, he doesn't care, he hurts, it's a heartbreaking, deep pain in the bone marrow!

The man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't get to the sad place, he understood, he finally understood.

His money, his medicine, his image, gone, nothing!

A deafening voice came from his mouth, Zhang Qilu's eyes were red, and he hugged his head and shouted, "No! No! Oh my money! ”

Unlucky, so unlucky! It's bad luck, he's got blood mold.

After a few months of working for nothing, he didn't catch anything, and he was too unlucky.