The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 1325 Coveting My Money

   "We are illiterate, so what do we keep this book for."

  "Fortunately, you are illiterate. If you are literate, this cliché story can amuse you overnight."

   "I don't know which wizard wrote it."

   "In fact, you don't need to belittle this. This book is not without benefits." said one of the men in green shirts.

  The God of Fortune's complexion improved a bit, but he was still black and scary.

   Reluctantly hold the door to stand.

  Fortunately, there is another confidant.

  At this moment, I heard the confidant say: "This book has a soft texture, which is great for wiping your butt."

   "And with the words printed on it, I can't say that I won't be able to get high school in one fell swoop next year."

  After hearing this, everyone roared and laughed: "There are words on the buttocks, which is also a good sign."

   "Hey, I just hope that our master who wrote the book writes more and prints more."

   "By the way, the boss said that he will invite a storyteller next month to talk about this book. At that time, the audience will listen..."

  Everyone asked.

  The steward said: "This matter is under discussion. If the master gave it generously, those who come to listen to the book will each receive twenty literary rewards. They will also give away fruit plates and melon seeds."

  Everyone was immediately overjoyed, just like the New Year.

   "One person has 20 essays, but there are six people in my family. No, I count the two parents in the family. Eight people, one hundred and sixty essays!"

  There are also fruit plate seeds, you can make money even if you play happily for a day.

  A catty of pork costs only six or seven cents. This one hundred and sixty cents can be eaten directly for half a year.

  How can there be such a good thing, this master is really a **** of wealth.

  The God of Wealth is almost crying.

  Walking all the way to the front yard, the little boy in the front yard was shouting: "The book is sold out, sold out. Come again next time. Wait until our master prints it out and buy it again."

  The crowd still squeezed at the door and did not want to leave.

   "Actually, Uncle's book is quite popular." Lulu coughed out of relief.

  "Do you mean being popular with the ass?" The God of Wealth asked blankly.

When    stood on the counter, the young man waved his hand: “When it’s sold out, it’s sold out. Please pay attention to our bookstore at any time. When the money comes down, the master will notify everyone.”

   "Hey master, you look like the **** of wealth enshrined on our counter." Xiao Si looked up and was taken aback.

  This face is too similar.

  The God of Wealth was indifferent: "Someone has said this since childhood."

Xiao Si didn't think much, and watched the Lord Fortuna, who is in charge of the wealth of the Three Realms, left the house.

  Staggered, as if he had been severely injured.

   "There is a specialization in surgery, don't be discouraged, uncle." Lulu covered her mouth with joy.

  Thinking about it, spent ten liters and bought a copy from someone else, and prepared to take it back and show it to Ah Xun.

  The God of Wealth is desperate. Hey, his dream is broken.

   "How can no one read such a good book."

   "Even if two people met, they would definitely be grateful to this monarch. These people have no discerning eyes." The God of Wealth looked regretful.

  These people are all coveting his talents, coveting those vulgar foreign objects.

   "Come and see, come and see. The sow over there actually gave birth to a bull face. It's so scary."

   "Look at it, how can pigs and cows be successful."

  I don't know who yelled from the street, and everyone swarmed.

   "It's incredible, my cat and dog are together."

   "Oh my god, what is going on, my son actually saw a fish, **** it, kill a thousand swords! What's wrong with this."

  There was a wailing from the street.

  (End of this chapter)