No, no, no, no, don't think!

The stall owners looked at each other, and finally shook their heads in He Huai's expectant gaze.

He Huai was disappointed. The business he sold for the first time in the opening business was gone, which was completely different from the plot he saw in the novel!

However, life is different from tree life, and it is inevitable that there are some bumps. She was very melancholy and sighed with two insightful attitudes, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Stand owners:...

They just refused an unreliable salesperson, but what happened to the little girl's face full of melancholy and life perception?

I feel so unreasonable...

But Yin-Yang communication and media are used to pull fiber... Cough cough cough!!!

The stall owner next door, who had not opened for three days, hesitated for a long time, and still kindly advised:

"Girl, feudal superstition is not acceptable!"

He Huai:...!!!

……………………

As soon as the stall owner's advice came out, He Huai felt a sudden slap in his heart at that time--

She completely forgot!

In today's society, it is illegal to promote feudal superstition.

but……

After all, it is a big tree with practice and arrangement!

She then coughed twice:

"Not afraid or not... Besides, there are so many things to do in the streets where blind fortune tellers are there!"

But the problem is that fortune telling and communication of yin and yang are not the same thing!

The stall owner looked at her and finally said nothing - anyway, this place is so remote, and there will be no business in a short period of time. This girl probably wanted to taste something fresh, so she would let her play for two days first. Keeping a stall is not that simple.

It's so cruel.

…………………

"Hurry up, I'm waiting for the flowers to fade!"

“By eight!”

"Please take care of it!"

"Big you!"

"King bomb!"

It’s been nearly June, and the air conditioning at the edge of the pedestrian street is not that strong. The sun shines straight, and the entire closed pedestrian street looks like a huge steamer. The stall owners in the middle are comfortable, but the few around He Huai are already depressed.

——Whoever is lonely and bored in such a weather, and has no business yet, will be in such a sluggish state now.

In this sluggish atmosphere, He Huai's sound of playing games was particularly harsh.

After all, she is a tree. If she has any specialties on her body, she will probably just eat and wait.

Waiting for the sun, waiting for the rain and dew, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the fruits. In terms of time of slaughtering, no one can compare to her.

Now it’s only just three days. I come here every day when I’m fine when I’m fine, and I’m completely ace!

……………………

"snort!"

After hearing the Landlord's voice for an hour and a half, the stall owner next to him finally couldn't help but hum - who told them that they were middle-aged and elderly people who were not very skilled in using mobile apps in their forties and fifties?

But my usual card game is not coming in the past two days because I haven't had a business for a long time.

He is so boring, he is heart-wrenching!

At this moment, the middle-aged and elderly stall owner sat on the small pony in front of He Huai's stall—

"Talking for one hundred dollars!"

He Huai: Oh, it’s time for business!

…………

He Huai is now a small person with a wealthy family. He doesn't value this hundred yuan... to be honest, he doesn't care much. But he is a neighbor after all, just talk if you want to-

"One hundred dollars can only ask one question."

She smiled and barely held on to her enthusiasm.

The stall owner decided that she was a liar and now he just wanted to find a fault. He said disdainfully:

"My old man has explained everything before leaving. If it weren't for taking care of your business, there would be no problem!"

——Such a good character!

He Huai knew how important it is to open a business. He looked at the stall owner solemnly after hearing this.

"Come on, write down the questions you want to ask here, and you will definitely be able to communicate with you!"

After years of war, many people died. After finally stabilizing, the policy changed again—

After so many years of family planning, the number of reincarnations in the underworld has been stuck every year. Now it’s hard to open the second child, and there are crowds underneath, and I don’t know how many people are not queued up.

She saw that the stall owner was not a provocative figure - she would definitely have to be reincarnated for a hundred years, so she said this very surely.

The stall owner snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that if I don’t know much about my father, can I really reply?

So he steadily took the pen and wrote on the paper:

"What other property is not disclosed clearly before leaving?"

He looked at He Huai as he picked up the paper and muttered something, and then a touch of green gushed out of his palm, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes!

This is not over yet.

The green gradually took shape, as if it was a leaf, even if it was floating, I didn't know where it flew.

——This magical everything happened just now, just before his eyes, and the stall owner couldn't help but think of—

Nowadays, stalls require such high strength?

Before he could come back to his senses, He Huai had already put another piece of paper in front of him.

"Look carefully!"

She was struck by lightning, and the thunder and yang energy on her body had not disappeared. She was also a ghost wood recognized by the world. It is an instinct to communicate yin and yang.

——But this instinct has been useless for too long, so I was a little unfamiliar at the beginning.

He Huai thought embarrassedly - otherwise, the locust tree leaves leading to the underworld would have directly penetrated the realm of life and death, so why did they still fly so far...

She was a little ashamed of her unskilled business here. In that case, the stall owner was about to open his eyes off the window.

I saw a line of bloody words appearing on the white paper in front of me-

"Da Mao, there is a bank card in your mother's glasses box! I wanted to say it at that time, and you rushed up and cried - I was so angry that I was so angry!"

Stand owner:...

……………………

Not long after, the other two stall owners who knew he wanted to find fault saw the stall owner Wang Maoen running away without his soul.

After running far away, his fierce voice came from the air--

"No, it's just a trick of a liar! You wait, I'll turn the glasses box when I go back--No, chemistry book!"

He Huai:...

"You haven't given the money yet!"

She shouted angrily behind her.

…………………………………

Zhang Fengying was making milk powder for her newborn grandson at home, and then she watched her husband rush in like a gust of wind.

"Where is our mom?"

The old lady is old and is in good health now. She probably chats with people downstairs now.

Wang Maoen reacted—

"Where is our mother's glasses box?"

The child woke up and cried. With his wife's anger, he was anxious and anxious, Wang Maoen finally found the large old-fashioned reading glasses box placed on the bedside table.

That was a craft gift box he bought when he was nineteen years old and worked to earn money. It was used by his mother as a glasses box.

I took the plastic mat underneath and threw away the mirror cloth, which was hard...

He was ecstatic and trembling with two points, and finally picked out the bank card!
Chapter completed!