She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 377
"The big brother just said that you shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to the stall owner." The boy with glasses stepped back.

This time the woman was compelled willingly, she walked over quickly, smiling cautiously, "Brother, I'm really sorry, I'm blinded by feces and urine, I have no conscience, don't bother with a woman like me."

The stall owner remained silent.

The woman was cruel, and handed over the 50 yuan in her hand, "This money is real, and I give it to you, as compensation, brother, don't be angry, just let me go this time, next time I will I will definitely not dare to use fake money again.”

The stall owner pushed her hand away, refusing to accept her real money.

The woman panicked, she forcefully burst into tears, and stopped in front of the stall owner, "Brother, tell me, how can you let me go?"

The stall owner tried to push her away again.

But the whole body of the woman was blocked, and the stall owner had no choice but to retreat. He said, "I only want my change and Liangpi, and I don't want anything else."

"Then you don't blame me?"

"I won't forgive you either." The woman still breathed a sigh of relief, and the stall owner said again.

The woman is confused, doesn't want money, and doesn't forgive her, so what does the old man want to do?
Seeing that the stall owner was silent again, she could only look at the boy wearing glasses, so she simply walked over and handed another 50 yuan to the boy wearing glasses, "Little classmate, why don't you help my aunt and ask the big brother to hand over the money?" Take it."

The boy wearing glasses said righteously, "I can't help you."

He gave the stall owner a high look.

The stall owner also has a steelyard in his heart.

The woman gritted her teeth, and took out another 100 yuan bill from her pocket, and handed 150 yuan to the stall owner, "Brother, that's all I have, I really don't have any more, you accept it, and let's forget about it." Is it going to work?"

The stall owner finally looked up at her, "I won't accept the money, and I won't forgive you, but you can go."

It's up to him whether to forgive, but it's up to the woman whether he can walk or not.

The woman was overjoyed when she heard the stall owner's words, she turned to Zhang Jia, "Elder brother let me go, so can we go?"

In the woman's eyes, there is only luck, but no guilt.

Such a person will fall into a big somersault sooner or later.

Naturally, Zhang Jia wouldn't meddle in other people's business, so he stepped aside.

The family of four trotted down the mountain.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Ming Xun led Shi Luo and planned to leave.

But the stall owner trotted over at this moment, holding a plastic box in one hand, and three more in the other hand, which contained fresh cold noodles.

When he came in front of Shi Luo, the stall owner wiped his hands on the apron with some embarrassment, "If you don't mind, this is for you to eat."

Ming Xun was about to reach out, but Shi Luo took a step faster and took the cold noodles from the stall owner, "Thank you."

The stall owner laughed, "I should thank you all, you have helped me a lot."

After the stall owner left, Ming Xun nodded to Zhang Jia.

Zhang Jia went over and quietly put the cold noodle money in the stall owner's box.

The mixed cold noodles should be eaten quickly, otherwise they will be lumpy and the taste will be much worse.

Ming Xun found a fairly clean stone and asked Shi Luo to sit down. He looked at the cold noodles in Shi Luo's hands and said, "Luo Luo, I haven't eaten these before."

Shi Luo knew what was on his mind, and Ming Xun knew that she had a crush on Liangpi, and wanted to eat her.

"Eat less if you haven't eaten it before." Shi Luo had already broken open the disposable chopsticks, she picked up a small piece, and handed it to Ming Xun's mouth.

I ate it tomorrow.

It's a little spicy, with a lot of MSG, and a little cold.

Shi Luo stared at him, Ming Xun's expression did not hide from Shi Luo.

She said decisively, "Just take a sip."

Ming Xun didn't refute, he waved to Zhang Jia, and when Zhang Jia came to Ming Xun with his share of Liangpi, Ming Xun said to Shi Luo: "Luo Luo, Zhang Jia has a big appetite, and the share is not enough, why don't you give him some of yours?" ?”

What can Zhang Jia say?
Zhang Jia could only laugh and said, "Yes, Miss Shi, I haven't eaten Liangpi for a long time, and I really panicked."

Where can Shi Luo fail to see the eye contact between the two?

She didn't refuse, but before Zhang Jia ate the Liangpi, she gave Zhang Jia a pill.

The four of them continued to walk up the mountain after eating the cold noodle.

Although the mountain has been modified, the spiritual power on the top of the mountain is still stronger than that at the bottom of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, Shi Luo discovered that there was also a Taoist temple here.

The Taoist temple is beautifully repaired, and the incense is also flourishing. There are even Taoist priests greeting tourists at the door.

There was no joy on Shi Luo's face.

"Luoluo, what's the matter?" Sensing Shiluo's expression, Ming Xun asked in a low voice.

"A group of fake Taoist priests." Shi Luo's expression was cold.

Ming Xun looked up at the door.

The Taoist priest standing at the door apparently also noticed the four of them.

The middle-aged Taoist thought he looked at the Ming Xun four people without any trace.

Then with a smile on his face, he walked towards the four of them.

"Is this the first time for the four believers to come to our Taoist temple?" As they got closer, the smile on the middle-aged Taoist priest's face deepened.

Zhang Jia, as the spokesperson of the four, also raised a kind smile, "Yes, this is the first time we have come to J City, and I heard that the Taoist temple here is very effective in asking for lottery, so why don't we try it?"

"Those are the right ones." The middle-aged Taoist raised his hand and ushered people in. "Our He Shan Guan is a well-known efficacious experience, not only for lottery, but also for talismans."

"Our temple master is a celestial master, he is the best at unscrambling and drawing symbols." In order to make the four of them believe in him, the Taoist gave an example, "Just last year, there was an old man who came to Beijing—"

"You are also from Shangjing, right?" The four of them were dressed differently, the middle-aged Taoist guessed.

Zhang Jia nodded.

The middle-aged Taoist said with a smile: "Then you must have heard of the Ming family, right?"

"I've heard of it." Zhang Jia and Qu Aiguo looked at each other.

"The person who came here is Mr. Ming, the former head of the Ming family." The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression became more and more mysterious.

Zhang Jia and Qu Aiguo looked at Ming Xun together.

Why didn't they know that the old man had been here.

When the next ten days fall with the time, the face will not change.

Zhang Jia understood, and he also smiled in surprise, nonsense: "Really? Mr. Ming is a highly respected person. I've heard of it, but I haven't had the chance to meet him."

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Zhang Jia triumphantly, "Who is Mr. Ming? You definitely won't have a chance to meet him."

Zhang Jia followed his words and asked: "Then I don't know what old master Ming is asking for when he comes to the Taoist temple?"

"Since you know Mr. Ming, you must also know his grandson, Ming Xun, the president of the Ming Group, right?" The middle-aged Taoist praised, "Ming Xun is even worse than Mr. Ming."

"The old man came here for Ming Xun's health." The middle-aged Taoist sighed, "Ming Xun's health is poor, and they say he won't live past 29. The old man loves this grandson the most. For his grandson, he climbed to the top of the mountain himself."

"And then?" Zhang Jia asked curiously.

"The old man is so old, but he still climbed up. Our temple master was very moved, and worked hard to refine a life-saving talisman and gave it to the old man."

(End of this chapter)