An Ning left on his bicycle. Dahuang and Weiqi stood side by side and watched An Ning for a long time.

When An Ning's back gradually disappeared, the two dogs looked at each other with disgust, one south and one north, leaving back to back, one cold and the other arrogant.

At this time, An Ning rode quickly all the way, and soon arrived at Mr. Feng Shui's home.

From the moment she entered the neighboring village, everyone in the village shunned her when they saw her, as if they were seeing the plague.

An Ning didn't understand it at first, but later she understood it.

People believe in Feng Shui, but they are also afraid of Feng Shui.

Just after a special period, many people did some bad things to Feng Shui masters.

No one will say how scared they are, because these fears have turned into blatant dislike, and even the next generation of children are told that the people in this family are not good.

Parents will tell them that if they are good people, how can they have no one around them?

Children's view of right and wrong is black and white, they are cute and cruel.

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui spoke, An Ning stopped interrupting and listened quietly.

"It's already very good, little friend, please leave."

However, apart from these books, living with only four walls is not enough to describe Mr. Feng Shui's poverty.

"You're going to eat this?"

"Also, my head is worth a lot of money. If someone hurts me, I will go to their house and lie down. I will eat your food and eggs every day, and I will make you poor!"

Because excrement is considered a treasure in the eyes of the villagers, children will not get rid of it.

"Little madman!"

With a "squeak" sound, the bicycle drifted again after being braked by An Ning.

Along the way, An Ning became more and more depressed as he thought about it.

There are only two black wowotou.

An Ning used the front wheel to push open the door, and when she turned around, she bared her teeth at a group of children.

An Ning spoke viciously and her expression was arrogant and domineering, which really scared a bunch of children.

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the big stone, looked up at the blue sky, and closed his eyes in relaxation.

The rear wheels brought up a burst of dust and blew it towards the children accurately.

"There happens to be no place to eat!"

She spoke very seriously, making Mr. Feng Shui laugh.

An Ning rolled her eyes again, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Have you noticed, I have devoted all my rolling eyes to you."

"I don't understand. You've read so much about Feng Shui, and the red envelopes you gave me a few times were enough. But how come you are still so poor in your life?"

Why on earth would a person with real ability want to endure hardship here?

He obviously has the ability to live a good life, but he still has to live a hard life?

The door of the Feng Shui Master's house was covered with yellow mud.

A bicycle was ridden by An Ning in a serpentine position.

An Ning walked into Mr. Feng Shui's house in a few steps. The small room, except for a table on the kang, was filled with all kinds of books.

The whole room was filled with the sound of quiet reading and nothing else.

Mr. Feng Shui remained silent, with a smile on his lips, and said mysteriously: "I will tell you."

An Ning patted her belly and said, "I ate a lot this morning."

She was told many times not to give it away again.

"Bah, bah, bah——"

An Ning looked at the children who had calmed down, snorted coldly, got on the car, and rode away slowly. Not only did he ride slowly, but he also shouted in a stern tone: "Hit me if you can!"

An Ning remembered every word his husband said, and he tried his best to explain every sentence and every opinion he had.

"The heart is not at peace."

"What if, like what is written in the novel, a person has only one breath left, what can you say? Won't all the important things be missed?"

She left Mr. Feng Shui's house on her bicycle, and she was not in a very good mood along the way.

My depressed mood had not improved even after entering the village.

An Ning skillfully pulled over a bench and sat on it.

An Ning sat on the rock on the top of the mountain and looked down.

Mr. Feng Shui lowered his head and laughed, and said in agreement: "You are right, please come in."

The yard is very small, with only a dilapidated mud house.

"You always play with these mysterious things, why don't you explain it earlier?"

On the mountain, tranquility goes farther and farther, deeper and deeper, and gradually enters the deep mountains.

Seeing the small scenery of the mountain made her find a little peace in her heart.

An Ning's little mouth kept talking, but Mr. Feng Shui remained mysterious and did not speak. He just calmly picked up a book and started to explain.

An Ning was not used to these children's problems. She shouted in a loud voice: "Let me tell you, my bicycle is very valuable. If you smash it by me, you will have to pay for it."

"I know, let's get here today."

"Come quickly!"

Because they don't know whether it is right or wrong to do so, they are just following the facts told to them by adults.

"Hit her!"

It's not that An Ning has never sent meals, but every time she sent something, the Feng Shui master gave it to someone else.

After fooling the children, An Ning kicked with one leg and the door was closed.

The boldness of a skilled person is the true reflection of tranquility.

"Let's go, let's go."

"ah----"

"As expected, I can't do this job. I look like this, I think I have the appearance that Mr. said."

Tranquility is really gone.

It was hard for her to imagine what kind of treatment Mr. Feng Shui would receive.

She was not afraid, she just walked silently and slowly climbed to the top of a mountain.

"If you dare to cause trouble and bully others again, I will come to your house for dinner!"

"Go home and ask, do you have money to compensate?"

An Ning stood up from the bench, looked around and found nothing to eat, so she simply walked to the narrow kitchen.

It's the same thing again, An Ning doesn't like the way of playing riddles.

Serious time always passes quickly. Mr. Feng Shui stopped because An Ning's stomach growled.

Mr. Feng Shui walked out of the house and looked helplessly and warmly at An Ning, who was venting his anger on her.

Don't doubt it, it's just yellow mud.

In the angry eyes of the children, An Ning arrived at Mr. Feng Shui's home.

"Stone her!"

In recent times, every time An Ning comes over, she will receive a "welcome" from the children.

Two people, one speaks and the other listens.

Let go of the depressed mood.

Feeling depressed, she went up the mountain with a machete.

An Ning rolled her eyes speechlessly, parked her bicycle with a click, and said arrogantly to Mr. Feng Shui: "Don't educate me, I'm not your apprentice."

At this moment, An Ning was even more unhappy.

Although they don't understand much, they still know that bicycles are expensive and they can't eat an egg for several days.

An Ning really doesn't give it away anymore, because Mr. Feng Shui doesn't want to eat it, so he must nibble on the black-faced, just-hard steamed buns.

“Farming is still suitable for me.”

"Ouch————"

"Ouch——Ouch——"

A cry made An Ning sit up suddenly, holding the hatchet tightly.
Chapter completed!