"I didn't spell you." Zhang Yaohua looked at Zhang Enzhong and grabbed his head.

"Impossible. If you didn't curse me, how could my tofu be broken? I've been making tofu for so many years, but I've never been broken." Zhang Enzhong didn't believe it.

"If I put a spell on you, I will not be able to see it? There are also requirements for spelling. Do you think you can put a spell just by saying a word?" Zhang Yaohua really didn't see the traces left after the spell was placed on Zhang Enzhong. After the spell was placed, it would naturally leave traces on others. The mage can use this trace to control it. Zhang Yaohua had never put a spell at all, so how could she leave any traces on Zhang Enzhong?

"Yeah, the baby will definitely not lie to you. You should go back and take a look at what is wrong. Maybe your plaster is wrong. If you keep the burned plaster for a long time, there may be problems. Also, have something added to the wooden barrel? In short, find out more about the reason. Don't have any problems, just come over and blame me." Zhang Youping said.

Zhang Enzhong turned around and ran home, he was anxious. Since the problem was not on Zhang Yaohua, it might be in his own home.

As soon as Zhang Enzhong left, Zhang Yaohua was pulled into the room by Liu Qiaoye, "Tell me honestly, what's going on?"

"Mom, what's going on? I don't know. Anyway, I didn't spell on him. It's not my business if his tofu is broken." Zhang Yaohua said with confidence.

Liu Qiaoye smiled on her face, "Did you do it when she said it was you? But do you know what's going on, right?"

Zhang Yaohua smiled and said, "Mom, how do you know? Do you know?"

"Mom doesn't know. But you are my mother's cub. There are a few roundworms in her belly. I don't know yet?" Liu Qiaoye smiled.

Zhang Youping saw the mysterious mother and the mother, and followed in, but he didn't see anything.

"It doesn't matter if their family can't make tofu, but it's really a bit weird." Zhang Yaohua laughed.

"Zaizi, what's going on? Tell me quickly." Liu Qiaoye finally felt relieved when he saw that he really had nothing to do with Zaizi.

"He must have hit the evil spirit, with evil spirit all over his body. It would be strange if he could make tofu." Zhang Yaohua said with a smile.

Liu Qiaoye looked at Zhang Yaohua's gloating look and couldn't help but grab his little ear, "Then why didn't you say it just now?"

Zhang Yaohua said dissatisfiedly: "Mom. He ran to our house early in the morning to make a big fuss and even wronged me. Why did I tell him? It wasn't me who did it anyway."

"Who did that?" Zhang Youping asked curiously.

"How do I know? This evil is something that is unpredictable. I am not an old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest must know. I haven't dreamed of an old Taoist priest for a long time. Has he forgotten me?" Zhang Yaohua has rarely dreamed of strange things in recent times. Instead, he missed the old Taoist priest a little. Although the old Taoist priest has many rules and is nagging, he cares about himself in his dream like his parents.

"If you don't dream, you won't dream. If you get to fate, you will meet naturally." Liu Qiaoye breathed a sigh of relief, but he could not act too explicitly in front of the baby.

Zhang Youping also breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help asking, "Is there any way to rescue you, Uncle Enzhong? "

"Sometimes, of course, but it's quite troublesome. He has nothing to do with it, it's just bad tofu. After a long time, the evil will naturally disappear." Zhang Yaohua said disapprovingly.

After breakfast, Zhang Yaohua carried her schoolbag to school.

Interestingly, I met Chen Dianzi on the road. Chen Dianzi was wearing the clothes given to him by Zhang Qigao's family yesterday. Looking at Zhang Yaohua's smile, she opened her mouth and sang:

"One hundred thousand ants traveled all the way, one thousand ten thousand mountain songs were the same as this sutra, and one thousand eight hundred songs were written together. Four books were combined together. The fields were born and grew in water, and the mountains were picked and stored in the house. Lu Ban raised an axe to remove the branches. Zhang Liang played the line to determine the five notes. Grandma Huang used a cart to spin it, Cai Lun recorded the original body of papermaking. The ancestor of song was originally Meng Jiangnu, who taught all the brothers in Meishan, men and women, old men and young men, grandsons passed on their sons to their grandsons, and singing from all over the world."

When Zhang Yaohua heard the word "This Sutra", he became energetic. Who knew that Chen Dianzi turned around and left after singing. He watched him walk flutteringly, but at a very fast speed.

"Beghua, what song did Chen Dianzi sing to you just now?" The mute ran to Zhang Beghua panting.

"How do I know? It must be that he was crazy again." Zhang Jiaohua grabbed his head.

The mute nodded, "It must be. During this time, Chen Dianzi ran around. The night before yesterday, I heard him singing in Meizi Mountain. By the way, did he follow the Gao family as an in-law yesterday?"

"Yes. The clothes he wore were given by the Gao family." Zhang Yaohua nodded.

"How much did the Qigao family give you?" The mute looked at Zhang Yaohua with some envy. In his opinion, if he could make money by himself, he could buy paper and candy as he pleased. He would buy as much as he wanted. Liu Baoyi's agency store had a lot of delicious food. Unfortunately, the little kid had few rich people in his bags.

"Twenty. I'll give it to my mother." Zhang Yaohua didn't understand the meaning of the mute.

The mute felt very sorry, "You should keep some to buy something delicious."

"My parents want to work in Guangdong. I want to make more money, so they don't have to go to Guangdong." Zhang Jiaohua expressed his plans.

"My father said that there is gold everywhere in Guangdong. Anyone who goes to Guangdong can make a fortune. If my parents want to go, I will not stop them. How good they make money, they can buy me some delicious food." The mute's idea is different from Zhang Yaohua.

Children have their own ambitions, and Zhang Yaohua doesn't force the mute to have the same idea as him.

The story of Zhang Yaohua crossing the Gao family was spread so quickly. Even the Enzhong family could not make tofu, but was blamed on Zhang Yaohua by the group of talkative butts. The classmates in the class were both envious and afraid of Zhang Yaohua. They envied Zhang Yaohua for being able to make money by themselves, but they were afraid that he would be cursed by Zhang Yaohua like Zhang Yinghua.

Gong Ziyuan's attitude towards Zhang Yaohua is completely different now. He firmly believes that Zhang Yaohua is a genius and has great skills at a young age. The small mountain village is extraordinary. There are even talented people and strangers. Gong Ziyuan naturally does not believe that Zhang Yaohua learned Meishan magic in his dreams. He thought that a master with a profound knowledge was teaching Zhang Yaohua.

Gong Ziyuan called Zhang Beghua to the room and took some snacks brought from home for Zhang Beghua to eat.

"Just eat here. I don't bring much food. There are so many people in the class, but it's not enough to share. This is what my family asked me to bring here. Thank you very much. If it weren't for you last time, I would have been quite dangerous." Gong Ziyuan felt that the talisman he bought from Zhang Yaohua was very worthwhile.

"Teacher Gong, my parents want me to not be able to collect money from Teacher Gong in the future. I dare not eat this thing." Zhang Yaohua said this, but his eyes were fixed on the delicious ones. There was a bottle of Coke and a lot of snacks I had never seen before. You can tell that it was delicious by looking at the packaging.
Chapter completed!