Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 139

"I can't sell it. This is the only donkey in my family." The elder brother they met halfway hugged the donkey's head tightly and refused to sell it to Duan Mingyi.

They depended on this donkey for planting the land and carrying water. After selling it, they couldn't find a second labor force for themselves.

"Lingshi! You don't even want Lingshi? This is a medium spirit stone, not inferior. Do you know how many donkeys this medium spirit stone can buy?" Duan Mingyi's legs have lost weight in the past few days. I don't want to miss this doomed donkey.

While listening to the conversation on their side, the Lubei guys sat on your short tree stump by the side of the road to rest and wait for someone.

A few people bought so much dry rations and food in Fuxian Town, and they didn't even finish a third of them in the past few days.

On the way to wait for someone, eat some dry food to replenish your strength.

Holding the small whitebait wrapped in oil paper, Lu Bei waved at the drooling figure a few meters away, "Do you want to eat the whitebait?"

The child who was only four or five years old looked at the little whitebait in his hand with two innocent and bright eyes, and shyly approached him a few steps.

"Good boy, what's your name?" Lu Bei waited for him to come over, grabbed a handful of small whitebait for him to hold, and asked his name.

"My name is Dahu, thank you brother."

Child Wang Dahu held those small whitebait, put one into his mouth, it was fragrant and crispy and delicious.

He turned his head and glanced at the small earthen hut not far away, then grabbed Lu Bei's sleeve and tiptoed to ask him in a low voice, "Brother, can this be given to my sister?"

"You still have a younger sister." Lu Bei hadn't met such a cute child for a long time.

If you want to give something to him yourself, you will ask him first when you give it to an outsider.

"Well, my sister is sick and not feeling well." Wang Dahu pointed to his father who was being dragged by others, "You can't sell donkeys to uncle, and my father said that he will find a doctor to treat my sister."

The person sitting on the tree stump thought that when he met his parents last time, there seemed to be a medicine box among the things sent over. He got up and grabbed the child's palm and walked towards the small earthen house, "Then Let's go see your sister first, okay? People who are sick can't eat indiscriminately."

This small whitebait is fried food, not suitable for sick children, it is too greasy.

"I'll take my brother there!"

Wang Dahu took his hand excitedly, and led him the way with his short legs.

Zhao Tiantian and the others sat in place, looking at Lu Bei who followed the child to the small earthen house in the distance. Everyone was used to this situation.

When Lu Bei entered the earthen house, he saw at a glance that the dark and damp room was less than ten square meters in size. There was a large wooden bed with a thick layer of straw on the bottom, and an invisible bed above the straw. A quilt of original color.

A child who seemed to be only about two years old was lying on the quilt.

There is also a handmade wooden table and several wooden boxes stacked against the wall. A dark and pale woman was originally sitting on a small bench sewing clothes, but when she saw footsteps, she thought it was her family. The son is back.