Bai Huo bowed, turned a blind eye, and said, "If we have time, we will definitely come to visit you."
The rules specifically mentioned cookies, but Su Qingyu didn’t dare go and try them.
The old lady was still selling her products enthusiastically.
Su Qingyu responded with a few polite words.
They came to the village committee.
Surprisingly, the village chief is a young man.
He had no limbs, sat in a wheelchair, his body wrapped in bandages, and was pushed by a pale-haired old lady behind him.
The old lady claimed to be the village chief's mother.
It was said that the village chief had gone into the mountains before and was bitten on all four limbs by monkeys. Later, due to improper treatment, the wounds became ulcerated and had to be amputated.
The village chief wrinkled his nose and said, "Is this your first time to visit our village, rangers? Did you come directly to the mountain, or did you come from another village? Forgive me for my disability and for not being able to stand up to greet you."
Su Qingyu answered truthfully: "We are from other villages."
"Oh? Since you can come here from other villages, it's not easy, it's really not easy!" The village chief seemed a little excited. He twisted his body, but was held down on the shoulders by the old lady pushing the wheelchair behind him.
The old lady smiled and whispered in the village chief's ear: "Village chief, don't get too excited. Excitement is not good for your wound recovery."
The village chief finally calmed down. He stared at Su Qingyu and said, "Madam, please come over and help me push the wheelchair."
"Okay." Su Qingyu walked over.
The old lady behind the village chief refused to give up her seat. She waved her hand and said, "The village chief is my son. Let me push it."
"Mom, you're old, so go and rest aside. I need to talk to these two nurses about work."
The old lady refused to give in. She gripped the wheelchair tightly with her fingers and her face became gloomy.
Su Qingyu put her hands on the wheelchair. Although her tone was easygoing, her attitude was firm: "Grandma, since the village chief has spoken, please give way. He is your son and he is also the village chief. You should respect your son's ideas on work matters."
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Bai Huo simply reached out his hand, grabbed the old lady's arm, and "invited" her to the side.
"Oh, oh, my old bones are so weak, young man, please don't pull them." The old lady cried.
Bai Huo said, "Let the village chief and my good friend handle the work together. Grandma, I can read palms. Would you like me to help you?"
After saying that, Bai Huo opened the old lady's palm without further ado.
He originally just wanted to divert the old lady's attention, but he didn't expect that the moment he saw the lines on the old lady's palm, his pupils shrank slightly and he looked up in disbelief.
The old lady's palms were soft and weak, with many horizontal lines near the lifeline.
This kind of palm lines indicates a short life, and the person will not live to the age of an old lady.
However, those horizontal lines continue on the lifeline one by one, as if extending the short lifeline, which is very strange.
"Young man, how does my palm look?" The old lady put her head very close to Bai Huo's face, only a finger's distance away. Bai Huo turned his head slightly and could clearly see the old lady's wrinkled skin and the red bloodshot in her eyes.