Chapter 190: Never be imaginary

"Miss Junjia Tibetan Mastiff Pavilion, married as a woman, I thought that the Jun family broke the roots in this world in Weinan. I didn't expect it to be so blockbuster."
Standing on the side of the road, watching the crowds on the street, the middle-aged people wearing Confucian robes need to sigh.
There are several other elegant scholars who nod and agree with him.
They all looked at the nine-year-old church, but the crowds blocked the small grass sheds, not to mention the people sitting in the straw shed.
It is that the collapsed and messy houses are more and more eye-catching.
This kind of collapse is not a ground fire, nor is it a long-term rough house, but it is obviously artificially overthrown.
The reading people frowned.
"How did the nine-year-old temple of this family collapse?" asked the middle-aged man who was sighed.
It’s clear that these people’s nine-year-old temples have collapsed. The chats in the streets and after the meal are their pleasure. The parents in the city are short and they don’t know.
But these are just the talks of everyone. As for the other, especially the disputes involving the real estate in the field, the official is still difficult to break. For them, it is even more difficult to hang up.
But now I see that Jiu Ling Tang is so powerful. Even these readers are watching the fun, and they also take the initiative to ask, and someone will take the initiative to tell them about it.
It was nothing more than the return of the orphan girl to the pharmacy, but the property was shackled, and the house was pushed overnight.
However, Miss Jun is not afraid of difficulties and obstacles. She holds the sign of Jiu Ling Tang and resolutely puts a shed on the ruins to open the door to ask for advice, and her grandfather is generally happy and kind.
Under the exaggerated description of the people, a solitary and strong girl was shaped in front of the readers.
Especially when I heard that the house collapsed, Miss Jun did not cry or make trouble. The little body stood on the ruins with the nine-year-old church and turned to face the scene of the opening of the nine-year-old church.
It is like a general who faces the raging enemy, swears to defend the country, and is like a loyal minister who faces treacherous chaos and swears.
"A good gas festival." A reader sighed.
"No loss is a descendant of the Jun family." Another sighed, "There are both the ancestors of the healers and the fathers and gentlemen."
"Who is bullying such an orphan girl?" There is an older calm to ask the most critical questions.
The scholars said that these people have no feelings, but they are threatened to become dangerous and their reputation is always happy.
Of course, the people have their own little shackles, and they will not point out that they are strict with the tyrants, but they can’t afford them, but some people can provoke them.
"Then we don't know." Several people frowned. "However, some people probably know."
They said to go to the crowd.
"Hey, the old Hu family said in the previous paragraph that this is their house."
Old Hu family?
Readers also look at the past.
What is the old Hu family?
On the other side of the tall building, there are also many people watching the nine-year-old hall here.
From the upstairs, you can clearly see the shed on the rubble ruin. The people inside can't see it, but the quaint old nine-year-old plaque can be seen clearly.
Because the scene is too confusing, waiting for the spontaneous maintenance of the order to see the doctor, the patients who want to thank the doctors are outside.
"You don't have to go to jealousy. Of course, Miss Jun knows that I will cure you. You should not influence her to cure."
But this did not let these thankful people leave, Miss Jun knows that they will cure the matter of Miss Jun, they are still willing to let more people know, but also to vent the joy of long-term illness, so they are standing outside Excited to describe his previous multiple illnesses, how many doctors he saw, how much medicine he ate, how he was desperate, and how he was cured by Miss Jun.
As you tell or cry or laugh, the people who listen are crying or laughing, and the scene is very noisy.
"Some people say that Miss Jun has a mystery when it comes to illness."
The people on the high building said that they were looking back.
"Yangcheng Fangjia Deshengchang, Jinshan Yinshan, how many rare doctors can get the medicine."
This made the other people in the room laugh.
"This is a cure, not a scientific test." One of them said, "Even if there is no ink on the chest, you can use a method to make a mistake, and you can do it. This cures people but it is technical, and you can't be false."
"Yeah, there are dozens of patients she has seen in this half a month. The conditions are different and different. The origins are different. One or two dozen can do the means, but all of them are optimistic. The gods can do it." Another person lamented.
"And we have sent people to check and ask, these patients have not touched anyone afterwards, and have not changed the soup." Someone said, "The family is no longer capable, and it is impossible to do so without flaws."
Everyone’s eyes are looking out of the window again.
"This is nothing but my own true ability. There is no other possibility." One person said affirmatively.
Someone laughed.
"That's the third time that Yan San has kicked the iron plate," he said.
It is said that someone has snorted.
"Look, the people in the county are coming," he said, pointing down the floor.
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"I don't see a doctor." Miss Jun said to the man in front of her eyes.
The people who line up today are stunned and never allow others to occupy their position, but the arrival of this man allows people to let go without complaint.
He walked straight and asked Miss Jun to come to the hospital.
Miss Jun answered very simply.
"This is the housekeeper of our county magistrate." The people waiting next to it could not help but remind.
Miss Jun snorted, and gave a slight salute to the man. He said hello, but there was no other action.
The man did not care and smiled.
"Then let's come here," he said with a sigh of relief. He said that he would turn around when he was also gifted to Miss Jun. He had to leave and saw the ruins here. He looked a little surprised. "How did the house of the nine-year-old church collapse? ?"
It’s almost twenty days since the house of the nine-year-old church was pushed down. Things have been spread all over the place, and the county magnates may not know.
This statement is clear to everyone who is present.
This means that the county lords have to ask.
It is only the official government that can control the homesickness of Yan Laoye.
Miss Jun’s grievances were reported, and the people present were excited.
Even the face of Lei Zhonglian, who has always been looking at it, was slightly moved.
Of course he is not excited, but sighs.
Once he also asked Miss Jun, what happened to the house? Miss Jun did not care that the house was not important. She did not even ask a question.
But now, if you don't need Miss Jun, someone will take the initiative to ask.
Others ask for justice and ask God to sue, and Miss Jun only needs to sit and wait.
Lei Zhonglian is very sighing, and Hu Gui, who is standing behind the person, looks pale.
It’s over.