Chapter eight hundred and eighty ninth: the best old farm lady (14)
Mom, is Da Ya still Da Ya?
After the blow just now, Mu Chuntian recalled Qiao Mu's previous description, sighed and asked in a dilemma.
Yes, not.
Faced with his inquiry, Qiao Mu did not answer truthfully, but just gave him an ambiguous answer, leaving him with enough room for imagination.
Yes, not?
I'm afraid it's not right
Su Hui, haha, mom, I understand, I will have another one. I should have understood it long ago. The monk awakened Su Hui and entered Buddhism and had no relationship with his biological parents. She was her, not a big girl.
I want to set up a tablet for Da Ya.
Can you let you go first? I will welcome you back after she goes out to get married. Can I?
While speaking, Mu Chuntian couldn't help but burst into tears.
The little cotton jacket that hugged his legs and asked him to buy candied haws and candy people was gone.
Never see again.
Qiaomu couldn't help but remain silent, not knowing whether he was right or wrong in doing so, nor how to persuade him.
Only silent can be done.
After a long time, he took out a piece of mahogany and a carving knife from his sleeve, and raised his hand and handed it to Mu Chuntian.
Mu Chuntian was stunned at first, then she burst into tears. While sobbing, she took the mahogany and the carving knife, and carved it regardless of the blurred eyes.
He had just suspected and was just testing Qiaomu, but when Qiaomu handed him the mahogany and the carving knife, he knew that the dust had settled.
Isn’t Rapewood just carved tablets for him?
If he guessed wrongly, how could his mother give him this thing and let him engrave the tablet?
Qiao Mu sighed, continued to remain silent, and looked at him in silence, carving his beloved daughter Qinfang.
That was what he asked the Academy Mr. to help.
I originally planned to make a reservation for my daughter and the wedding ceremony, but now I can't use it.
It's also a thought to carve it.
I am so immense, but I may not have time to come here in three years, so I want to leave something for you.
These fifty pictures are rain-seeking talismans. Each piece is torn and spontaneously ignited, which can make it rain within a radius of hundreds of miles. At that time, I hope the village chief will ask for rain for it and save the people.
This is not Qiao Mu deliberately showed off. She did calculate that there would be a severe drought in three years, and she could not guarantee that she would come back in three years, because she planned to travel around the world slowly, so she naturally had to leave some means just in case.
Of course, it is also to prepare for fame.
Qiao Mu thought that the risk of obtaining an imperial decree by living to the age of 100 is quite high, because when she is 100 years old, no one knows what the emperor thinks. What if he is a stingy?
Just in case, we should prepare in advance and get the imperial edict as soon as possible.
Get it early and can protect your descendants.
Is this true?
I, then I will serve the people here
After seeing the water polo, the village chief was already very convinced that Qiao Mu was an immortal master, so he naturally believed that there was a drought. While taking the rain-seeking talisman with concern and excitement, he also wanted to say something to thank the immortal master for the people here.
But before I finished speaking, I saw a white light flashing in front of me, and there was no trace of Qiaomu.
Chapter completed!