I Got Reincarnated as a Weed

I was buried early this morning, and there are still a lot of trivial things that I haven’t finished, such as worshiping Bodhisattva, which is more complicated anyway.

The paper house will be burned at four or five o’clock tomorrow morning, but these two days are tiring enough. I don’t need to go there because of special approval, so tomorrow it should be able to update normally.

By the way, I don’t have too much. Five thousand a day, usually only six thousand words for two chapters.

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Who made you master readers? Wait for me to take a moment and make up.

I'm really embarrassed that the update has been delayed.

To be honest, illness is really difficult to deal with, and it is hidden deep.

My uncle was also sent to emergency by my dad and others before. Later, I asked him specifically. He said that he was fine, and he looked good. Everyone knew that that day, I specially asked for leave to go to my uncle’s house for dinner.

On that day, I asked me to play more (my brother is not at home as a soldier, and my uncle treats me like my son).

Then, a few days later, I was sent to first aid, and then returned without rescue...

The virus is also terrible recently. You must wear masks when you go out, go to less crowded places, try to restrain yourself, in short, for your own good, and not cause trouble to your family.

Hope the big guys are fine!

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