The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 295

“Why, giving up?”

“I’m not doing it anymore,” Xiong Meng said in a deep voice.

“Then go back quickly,” Wu Jun said very casually, “In fact, I’ve seen it a long time ago, you can’t bear this bitterness at all.”

Xiong Meng’s face was hot.

He wanted to refute it, and wanted to wipe the grass out of this piece of land in one breath, and then prove that he could.

But he found helplessly that he really couldn’t do it.

Not only the hand hurts, but the back hurts, and the strength of the whole body feels drained.

He even complained a little bit about himself, why is it so useless?

When he was clearly working, he often worked overtime to do materials.

“Let’s do this,” Wu Jun said again, “you can let your mother be together without pulling too much. Within today, you can pull one mu of land, and I can still give you Qixiang fruit.”

Xiong frowned fiercely.

Let mom pull the weeds?

What a joke!

My mother usually plays mahjong every day, so how can she pull the weeds if she is pampered?

Besides, even if he loses face and suffers, it is impossible for his mother to follow and suffer this wretchedness! Come suffer this sin!

If he does that, is he still a person?

He walked towards the front yard without saying a word, only to see his mother sitting in the cottage from afar.

“Mom, why are you here?”

Li Xiaofen looked at him covered in mud and dew, and his hands were red. She came over in fright: “I got up and found that you were gone and didn’t bring the phone. I guess you are here. What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s okay, I just pulled some grass.”

“Pull the weeds?” Li Xiaofen opened his eyes, “Good point, what kind of grass are you pulling?”

“Don’t say anything,” Xiong said with a sharp wave of his hand, “Let’s go back and never come again.”

After speaking, he walked towards the gate without looking back, swearing in his heart that he would never come again.

Li Xiaofen looked at him suspiciously, and then at Wu Jun behind him.

“Master, what the hell is going on?”

“Cure.”

“This… can pulling weeds cure diseases?”

Wu Jun shrugged and said, “I’m not sure. But if he just leaves, there must be no way to rule.”

Li Xiaofen was taken aback for a while, the master meant that if Xiong Meng does not leave, there is still hope for a cure!

“Then I will let him come back!”

“No,” Wu Jun said, “You can’t tell him to come back. It’s only useful if he comes back by himself.”

“Then now he is gone, I… what should I do?”

Wu Jun smiled and said, “If you are fine, go and pull some grass.”

Li Xiaofen:……

Xiong Meng walked along the cement road to the commercial area, but found that his mother hadn’t followed, and couldn’t help but walk back.

He knew that his mother believed in the fortune teller very much, and worried that she would be confused by a few words.

As a result, he returned to Wu Jun’s yard, but he didn’t see him alone.

He frowned, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

That fortune teller, shouldn’t you fool his mother to help him pull the weeds?

He speeded up his pace and walked to the backyard and found that his mother was really pulling weeds in the field. Seeing her strenuous appearance, a sudden anger surged in his heart.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“It’s okay, Mom will try.”

“What to try?” Xiong yanked her hand away and shouted loudly, “The fortune-teller is the fool. Don’t pull it out, let’s go back, I don’t want the fruit!”

Li Xiaofen sighed and said softly, “It’s okay, as long as you like it, Mom will get it for you anyway.”

Xiong Meng listened with inexplicable sadness.

From his mother’s eyes, he saw the familiar kindness and a hint of helplessness.

He suddenly remembered that his mother used to look like this every time he had to ask for something.

“Mom, I really don’t want it anymore, let’s go back.”

Li Xiaofen shook her head and said, “I don’t know you yet? If you don’t have this thing, you can’t even eat or sleep. Looking at you like this, mom feels distressed, isn’t it?”

“I……”

“It’s okay, isn’t it just pulling some grass?” Li Xiaofen patted his hand. “When my mother was young, she did it several times at school. You find a place to sit, and I will finish it soon. ”

Speaking, Li Xiaofen bent down again, clutching a weed tightly with both hands, exhausting all his strength.

It’s just that the grass roots are too deep, she tried several times to pull the soil loose, and finally pulled hard, the grass rose to the roots, and people sat on the ground.

“Hey, the shoes are wrong,” Li Xiaofen stood up and smiled, and took off the high heels and threw them aside, “so that I won’t fall over.”

Seeing his mother wearing thin socks, stepping on the cold and damp soil, both palms were red, Xiong Meng felt as if he was being cut by a knife, and his vision was instantly blurred.

My mother would suffer such a crime entirely because of his willfulness and because he wanted that kind of fruit.

Looking back now, when he wanted to buy things before, how could it be different?

It’s just that in the past, you only need to take the money.

For things like money, he knew that his father had a small business and his family still had some money. Otherwise, it is impossible for my mother not to go to work, and she knows to play mahjong every day.

So asking for money from the family is a trivial matter to him, and it’s easy for his parents, not difficult.

But this time the fortune teller didn’t need money, but needed such hard work.

In fact, thinking about it now, the family’s money is not earned by my father’s hard work?

It’s just that his parents never complained in front of him. He never wanted to understand his father’s hard work in making money in the past, and he just thought about himself.

Seeing his mother pulling the grass with difficulty, he realized that his mother’s love for him was not as simple and superficial as she thought to give him some money.

So he bent down silently, grabbed a weed and uprooted it.

He is thirty years old, he can no longer be so capricious, he can no longer be ignorant.

Seeing Xiong clenching his teeth fiercely, flushing his face, and pulling weeds without saying a word, Li Xiaofen couldn’t help but admire: Master’s trick is really good. I hope Xiong Meng can really understand something, even if he can’t be cured completely. His illness will be of great benefit to him in the future.

It’s just that there is really a lot of grass in this field!

But for the sake of her son, she felt that no matter how hard and tired she was, she had to persevere.

…

Li Xiaofen, mother and son, have been pulling weeds in the field until it gets dark.

Xiong Meng’s two palms had already begun to bleed, and when they touched the weeds, it was like touching a red iron rod, hot and painful.

The shoes and trousers were also soaked with dew, and the clothes on her body had never been dried because of sweating.

This is the most, hardest, and tiring job he has done in his life. He doesn’t know how he persists. He just thinks that if he pulls out more, his mother can pull out less.

When Houtian was so dark that he couldn’t see clearly, he finally reached the limit.

However, it is still far from the area specified by the fortune teller.

Seeing that his mother was covered in mud and could not even walk smoothly, he finally decided to give up.

Now that the sky is dark, it will definitely not be finished today.

At this moment, he felt that it didn’t matter if he wanted some Kixiang fruit.

This made him feel a little relieved, like the obsession in his heart, which has slowly disappeared with overwork and pain.

“Mom, let’s go back.”

“But…not yet…it’s finished…”

“No more,” Xiong Meng whispered, “I don’t want any, let’s go back.”

“You really don’t want it?”

Xiong shook his head sharply: “Really don’t want it.”

Li Xiaofen looked at him a little worried, but was relieved soon.

Since he took the initiative to say no, then don’t.

Although she didn’t know what would happen in the future, she felt that after this time, Xiong Meng would have some changes.

So the two walked through the quiet courtyard and left Wangzishan.

Xiong went home violently and changed his clothes, ate something indiscriminately, and went back to his room.

After confirming that my mother fell asleep due to fatigue, she went out quietly.

He came to the door of Wu Jun’s house and found that the door was still open, as if it had been kept for him on purpose.

This made him a little strange, but at this moment, he didn’t care about so much. He strode to the backyard, wrapped his hands with gauze, put on gloves, endured the sharp pain in his hands, and a tree in the dark night One plant is plucked with weeds.

The wind at night was very cold, blowing through his sweaty face, making him feel sober like never before.

He must pull these grasses clean and he must get the Qixiang fruit.

All along, his parents bought things for him.

He has worked for so many years, and all the money he earned has been spent on himself.

This time, he also wanted to do something for them.

And he couldn’t let his mother’s hard work all day in vain.

I don’t know how long it took. When he pulled out the last grass, he finally saw a rope.

This is the boundary set by the fortune teller for him.

Finally…it’s over!

He felt that he walked around the earth, the strength of every cell was squeezed clean.

He was lying on the cold ground, smelling the peculiar smell of the green grass, watching the faint stars in the cold night sky, and really wanted to sleep like this for three days and three nights.

“Get up,” a voice came from the side at this moment, “it’s cold on the ground, beware of colds.”

Xiong suddenly sat up from the ground and found that it was the fortune-teller and his two dogs.

“I’m done.” Xiong Meng said weakly.

“congratulations.”

“Can you give me Kixiang fruit?” Xiong asked fiercely, “I want to go back quickly.”

“Of course, you deserve it.”

Wu Jun took out a piece of Qixiang fruit as he said.

Xiong Meng’s eyes were about to fall out. He pulled out an acre of weeds and only gave one?

Is this too stingy? Are you the reincarnation of Zhou Papi?

But Wu Jun didn’t seem to have the intention to tell him more, he had already turned around and walked a long way.

Xiong stared blankly at a Qixiang fruit in his hand, as if there was a voice in his heart saying: Eat it! It’s delicious and fragrant!

But there is only one fruit, and if he eats it, my mother can’t eat it anymore.

After a long time, he finally put the Qixiang fruit in his pocket, and walked down the mountain in a stride against the fog that was about to fall.

…

When Li Xiaofen woke up, she felt that all her bones were about to fall apart, but Xiong Meng was the first thing she thought of.

The child has never worked, and he must have been exhausted yesterday.

Seeing that it was dawn, she quickly got up and went to the kitchen to make him some breakfast.

When passing by the restaurant, I suddenly saw a strange fruit on the table.

She knew what it was, this was the Qixiang fruit that Xiong Meng wanted with all his heart.

But didn’t the weeds of yesterday have not been plucked out, didn’t the master give them?

Could it be…he went by himself again last night?

And he didn’t eat it by himself.

Li Xiaofen felt comforted for a while, this child really is.

In that case, use this fruit to make porridge so that the whole family can eat it.

So she picked up the kiwi fruit, gently peeled the peel, gently crushed the fresh and tender flesh, and put it into the pot of porridge.

When the sleeping bear suddenly smelled the strange fragrance, he woke up instantly.

Has my mother eaten the fruit?

That’s fine, it was originally for her.

“Xiong Meng, get up to eat,” my mother called out, “have some food and then go to sleep.”

Xiong suddenly got up from the bed, and when he saw the strangely scented rice porridge on the table, he instantly understood everything.

“Hurry up and eat it while it’s hot,” the gray-haired dad, already sitting at the table happily, launched a fierce attack on a bowl of rice porridge, “The porridge your mother made today is really delicious.”

Xiong Meng sat down with red eyes.

Yes, why hadn’t he discovered before that the rice porridge made by his mother, even without Qixiang fruit, is really fragrant.

“Eat quickly,” Mom brought out another dish of his favorite kimchi, “After eating, go to sleep.”

“I won’t sleep anymore,” Xiong Meng said, “Dad, Mom, I want to…sell all of my things.”

The old couple looked at him in surprise, and finally nodded with a smile.

It seems that this child is really sensible this time.