Liu Fushu is full of treasures.
I have never seen anyone wearing a gold belt so fresh and refined. Even the jade-gilt gold crown and silver-threaded robe that bound her hair were so otherworldly. He came from afar, with a graceful figure and sparkling jewelry. Anyone who saw him would say: "What a romantic and noble man."
Zhu Xianer turned around and asked me: "Brother Sheng, should we grow such a good Chinese cabbage?"
I shook my head firmly and slowly, because I knew we couldn't get a penny out of him.
When we first met, I was a ginseng essence—just dug out of the soil by Liu Fushu not long ago—to exchange for money.