After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"Zhenzhu, have Tencent send someone to follow this woman who sold herself to bury her father and daughter, as well as everyone else she came into contact with these days. Don't leave any of them behind.

She even wore a golden hairpin during the mourning period. Humph, she is such a filial daughter. Her own father must have died because of her filial piety.

I have a feeling that this little white flower who sold herself to bury her father will definitely bring us a huge surprise."

The maid Zhenzhu took the order and left, while Li Shiliu continued to stand in her original position and observe the little white flower who sold herself to bury her father.

The little white flower who sold herself to bury her father has now completely lost the pitiful look that easily aroused jealousy and protective desire in men when they last met. Instead, she looks more relaxed and calm, and even has a look between her eyebrows that shows some arrogance that looks down on the common people around her.

Xiao Baihua didn't have to wait too long, about half an incense stick of time. An old woman who looked to be about sixty years old, with a wrinkled face and almost all white hair, with only a few black strands mixed in with the silver hair, came in. She was leaning on a wooden stick and walking tremblingly.

The old woman was carrying a tattered basket in her hand, which was filled with some hair ornaments made of broken pieces of cloth.

"Girl, buy a flower.

Look at these hair ornaments, they are all made by me using the finest fabrics.”

The little maid glanced at Xiao Baihua and found that Xiao Baihua had a blank expression on her face and didn't even glance at the poor old woman, so she waved her hand impatiently.

“Go away, go away.

If you want to sell something, go to the market, don't make trouble here."

But the maid's words, which had no intimidating effect, did not shake the old woman. She still persevered in selling the cheap scraps of cloth in her basket to Xiao Baihua.

"Girl, please be kind and buy some.

I used to be an embroiderer in an embroidery shop, but now I am old and can no longer work, so I can only do these small jobs, but my craftsmanship has been praised by many ladies..."

Seeing that the shameless old woman refused to leave, the little maid became anxious and wanted to go up and push the old woman. However, seeing that she was walking unsteadily, she was afraid that she would really push her down, and she, a little maid, would not be able to afford the compensation if something happened.

The little maidservant suddenly had an idea and shouted loudly.

"Waiter, waiter.

How does your store do business?

Any kind of people from the lower classes can come in, and there is no need to worry about affecting the business of your teahouse.

Waiter, get him out quickly."

The maid's words made Xiao Baihua frown slightly.

"Never mind, it's just a small matter.

I think this old man is quite pitiful. Why should we make things so difficult for him?"

After saying a few words to her maid in a non-threatening manner, Xiao Baihua took out a piece of loose silver and put it into the old woman's basket.

“Thank you, thank you girl.

Girl, you are such a good person.

These flowers are for you.”

The surprised old woman grabbed a handful of hair flowers and wanted to hand them to Xiao Baihua, but when she looked at her hands which were as dry as chicken claws, she smiled somewhat inferiorly, retracted her hand slightly, and then placed the handful of hair flowers in her hand on the table in front of Xiao Baihua.

The waiter of the teahouse also came over at this time, and the old woman selling hair flowers was forcibly driven away by the waiter. The poor old woman passed away.

However, at this time, Xiao Baihua no longer had the interest to drink tea. She stood up and prepared to leave with her maid.

Before leaving, she casually glanced at the pile of hair flowers on the table and said to the little maid beside her: "This hair flower is indeed well made. After all, it is a token of the old man's love. It would be a pity to throw it away. Take it back."