He returned home and found his wife Wang.

"My wife, I think... this broom star is not a lucky star, but a lucky star!"

However, Wang was deeply rooted in his mind that the broom star was a vicious thing. "Husband, Jia Ping'an killed two emperors and many relatives in his family. How could he be a lucky star?"

"But think about it." Liu Jia said: "Today, there are the chief ministers and envoys who praise our food for being delicious. The business is so good. Is this a happy event?"

"Also, Peng Dashu is the rival of our family. Today, he burned his own kitchen and almost burned to death. Is this a happy event?"

Wang thought for a while, "It's a bit! But the broom star is the broom star. Husband, you can't be confused."

This superstitious perception is deeply rooted in many people. Although Liu Jia's words are very convincing, they cannot help Wang reverse his views on Broom Star.

The couple went to bed in the evening, and the old couple got married, so naturally they didn't have any passion. After a smooth trip to Dunlun, Wang fell asleep.

Liu Jia tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He looked at the moonlight projecting through the crack in the door and slowly got up and left the bedroom.

The Liu family had the remaining wood when they returned to repair the house. Liu Jia found a board and wrote it carefully.

He knew how to read, but his level was limited, and a few words were written in a crooked manner.

The moonlight shone on the wooden board from outside, and the deserted white light shone the black words particularly clearly.

——The position of the broom god Jia Ping'an!
Chapter completed!