Zhou Zhou's ears twitched quietly, and her eyeballs followed suit. She didn't raise her head and still looked sad and heartbroken, her shoulders shaking, her sobs growing louder.,Back then, all the capable brothers went down the mountain to make a fortune. He was simply not good enough, so he was left behind as the caretaker of the temple.,In a short while, Zuo Zuo came out. Her shiny scalp was plastered with fortune-telling charms, and around her neck hung three copper coins. On one hip she wore a gourd, and on the other, a large Pixiu sculpture, carved by herself. It was ugly, to be sure, but its only redeeming quality was its size.。