Hamisa has a rule, whoever welcomes the first-timers to Hamisha is the original person who first-timers to Hamisha.
The initial person will lead the first time to Hamisa to the "Hamisa voice-to-text conversion point."
Provide speech-to-text conversion services for new arrivals to Hamissa.
This is a paid service and is paid by the initial person.
Zhaoyuan thought about it carefully, but still didn't fully understand it.
Yuduo: "How can you understand everything when you come, and you will understand it slowly."
Jie Duo asked Zhao Yuan to read the original line on his palm again. Now Zhao Yuan understood.
It was written: "My son, is it really you?"
Jie Duo: "Young Master, don't you recognize me? I am Jie Duo, you..." He stretched out his hands to Zhaoyuan.
Zhao Yuan tightly held Jieduo's hands: "I recognize it, but I can't believe it really is you.
Jie Duo, it makes me so miserable to think about it. Didn’t you say, are you dead and cremated..."
Jie Duo: "I am dead and cremated, but I can't forget the great kindness of the son."
The scene of that year appeared in front of Zhaoyuan's eyes.
On that day, the sun was shining brightly, and the three of Zhaoyuan Hegoulu and Lateng were strolling around Mengguang Cross Street.
Suddenly, an old woman knelt down in front of them and kowtowed her head and said: "Please, my son, save the slave's daughter."
Zhao Yuan was taken aback, and when he took a closer look, the old woman carried a big girl on her back.
Zhaoyuan quickly helped the old woman up.
According to the source, he often listens to the teachings of the immortals in Shimen, and he must have a heart of charity.
Charity is the nectar of life, a little bit can nourish a grass.
Only those who have compassion and love for Xiaocao can reach the realm of having broad feelings for everything.
Although Zhaoyuan doesn't fully understand the profound truth, he understands that helping others to relieve the crisis is an act of charity.
He always brought some silver taels with him, and when someone asked for help, he would help him out.
Today, Zhaoyuan's microservices are simple, and the identity of the son is not revealed. How does this old mother know that he is a son
Zhaoyuan: "Old mother, please get up soon. How do you know that I am a son? If you have any difficulties, just talk about it."
The old woman wiped her tears and choked:
"The slave and maid originally didn't know the son, but the wizard pointed out that he knew it, son Wanwang forgive the sin.
The slave's daughter Jie Duo suddenly fell into a coma and asked the wizard to do the trick, but she did not wake up.
The maidservant's husband has long since passed away, so the maidservant, mother and daughter depend on each other for fate.
If the maidservant daughter can't wake up, the maidservant will not be able to live.
The wizard said that only Bimo of the Lord's Mansion could save the slave girl's life.
But the slave and maid were lowly, unable to enter the mansion to see the big Bimo, only to wait for his death.
The sorcerer told me that the son is very kind, and only by asking the son can we save the knot. "
The old woman kowtowed again after she finished speaking.
When Zhao Yuan heard it, he didn't hesitate: "Old mother, don't worry, let me do it."
Goulu hurriedly stopped Zhaoyuan and attached the ear canal:
"My son, don't make it. No one can bring slaves into the mansion without authorization. This is the rule. Whoever disobeys will be punished.
Although you are a son, your emperor's father recognizes the truth and punishes you. I am afraid that your mother-in-law can't protect you.
You should think more about it. "
Spicy Teng also advised Zhaoyuan not to be impulsive, think twice before acting.
If you think about it, the two brothers Goulu and Lateng also made sense.
Zhaoyuan: "Old mother, no one dares to disobey the rules of the mansion.
If he disobeys, he will be burned alive in severe cases, and his hands and feet will be chopped off in severe cases.
Well, you take these silver taels and go elsewhere to find another way. "
Jieduo’s mother refused to accept the silver in Zhaoyuan’s hand, and knelt down on the ground, crying in tears, begging bitterly:
"My son, where can I find a life-saver? The slave girl's daughter is about to die, so please show mercy and save..."
As the knotted mother said, her throat was blocked by her air, her phlegm was scorched, and she collapsed to the ground.