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Chapter 69 [069]

The 1950s and 1960s were still very feudal and superstitious. It was reasonable for Ah Niang to say this. Indeed, if it was reported that she was possessed, it would be much more real than a four-year-old child who would save people. In fact, in that situation at that time, she just wanted to save her life, and she didn't care about it.

Luman led her to save the person yesterday, but she failed to rescue him, which became a heart-wrenching illness. Now that she has been saved, it is not her business for her to live in the future. What she can do is done well.

In the countryside, even if you really suffer such a loss, you will have to be mute and coptis. Who dares to make a statement? The family’s face must not be lost?

That's why Cai Mingxia endured her words. This was actually not terrible. What was terrible is that if she was hit this time, she would be ruined for the rest of her life.

After Zhuo Lin woke up, although her body was still unable to do anything, she looked very weak. When she was mentally back, she was discharged from the hospital that afternoon and was pushed home by her father in a cart.

After returning home, neighbors came to see her and asked about what happened that day. She shook her head in a daze, saying that she didn't remember anything.

This further confirms the rumor that she was possessed. Although this rumor will have some impact on her in the future, it is better than being a prodigy and being caught in every few days, and being pinched and calculated?

Because of this episode and the qi in the body is running, Zhuo Lin is afraid that she will stay at home and not go out for ten or half a month.

However, my father has sold a lot of money in the past two days, and now their savings have reached 60 yuan!

Although it is still a lot short of 100 yuan, being able to do business is an opportunity and can arouse people's hope for life.

On May 20, a ox cart parked in front of her house, and a well-dressed middle-aged man walked down from above. The middle-aged man turned around and helped an old lady get out of the car, and then walked into their door with a large bag of things.

At that time, my father was working in the carpenter in the yard. When he heard the movement, he looked up and was stunned: "Two of you are? Who are you looking for?"

"May I ask, are your name Zhuo Dajun?"

"Yes, I am, you are...? Huh, aunt, it's you? Are you ready now?"

The old lady had no impression of who was sending her to the hospital. Seeing that Zhuo Dajun recognized her, she hurriedly said.

"Thanks to a kind-hearted person, this is my son. I'm right? When my neighbor found out that you lived in Ximu Village that day, I asked my son to bring me over. If I don't thank you in person, I might have to remember it for many years."

"Oh, auntie, this is too polite. It's really just a helper. What's the matter like doing so? So, hurry up and sit down. There's nothing to treat you in the countryside. I'll go and boil some water for you now."

"Comrade, don't be busy anymore. Let's sit and leave. Are you a carpenter?"

Aunt Zhao's son saw the tables, chairs and benches placed in Zhuo Dajun's yard, curiously picked them up and looked at them, and then said to the old lady.

"Look, the craftsmanship is really good!"

"Haha, it's just a good meal. This is made by the villagers. You can't get a tabletop. Unlike the people in the city, the furniture you buy is from a large factory."

"No, no, Comrade Zhuo, don't be humble. If you have this skill, you will definitely not be hungry. How about it? Are you interested in entering a furniture factory?"
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