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Chapter 1987 poor woman

After discussing it with Fujiwara Shoko, Takeshi came up with an idea.

At present, the only person in the island who can compete with the prince is Wei Wang Li Hengtai in Poland.

If you can provoke a dispute between these two brothers, let them fight like dogs for a while, no matter who wins or loses.

For Wu Zhi, it is a sure-profit business!

While walking, a figure suddenly fell into Wu Zhi's sight.

Wu Zhi turned around and saw a corner not far away.

There was a woman, a very dirty looking woman, huddled in the corner.

In her arms was a little girl.

He was about two or three years old, his face was gray, and his skin was also livid, so he was obviously dead.

But the woman kept hugging him tightly.

It was as if he was afraid that because of his slightest letdown, she would leave him forever.

I don't know why, at this moment, Wu Zhixin was a little touched.

He originally thought that he had developed a hard-hearted heart, but in this situation, a certain emotion accumulated in his heart, and he couldn't express it or feel unhappy.

Wu Zhi stepped forward, and a fat man blocked Wu Zhi with a smile.

He rubbed his hands and mumbled a lot of words to Wu Zhi.

Du San, who was next to him, quickly translated to Wu Zhi, meaning that if Wu Zhi fell in love with this woman, he would have to trade a generation of rice for her.

Hearing this, Wu Zhi couldn't help but feel happy.

A living woman only needs a bag of rice to take home.

If this were applied to today's society, I don't know how many singles it would be able to help solve life problems.

Although this woman looked dirty, she still looked clean, and her facial features were quite distinctive, especially her empty eyes and the way she hugged the dead little girl tightly.

It was like a gentle knock on Wu Zhi's chest.

Wu Zhi casually took out a gold cake from his sleeve and threw it to the fat man.

The man took the gold cake with a look of disbelief on his face.

The smile on his face soon became as bright as a summer flower.

But he didn't realize that there was a large group of people next to him, staring greedily at the golden thing in his hand like wild wolves!

Wu Zhi ignored it and walked forward, squatting down in front of the woman.

She looked at the other person and asked in a soft voice: "Who is she? Is she your daughter?"

The woman couldn't understand what Wu Zhi said, so Du San translated from the side.

The woman raised her head, her dirty eyes still empty.

The woman hugged the little girl who had completely cooled down and said, "She is my sister, my only relative."

After Du San translated, Wu Zhi sighed softly and said.

"Let her rest in peace. I will find a geomantic treasure for her so that she will not be born here in her next life."

"Because even after more than a thousand years, women in this country are still the same as they are today."

The woman had no choice. She was just a commodity. Wu Zhi had already paid, so she had no choice but to leave.

Wu Zhi built a grave for the little girl named Sakura in Shengui Village, a sunny hillside.

The signature is "brother".

After doing all this, Wu Zhi turned around, looked at the woman and said, "From now on, you will stay with me."

"You don't have to do anything else. You just need to wash my clothes every day and organize my personal belongings."

Du San quickly translated.

The woman still looked at Wu Zhi silently, her eyes empty.

She slowly lay on the ground, crawling like an earthworm.

For some reason, every action this woman made would have a spiritual impact on Wu Zhi.

He subconsciously reached out to help the woman, but in the end his hand stopped in mid-air and he took it back.

The woman had been lying on the ground, at an angle that Wu Zhi could not see, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.


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