Given that these primitive people have an extremely low sense of humor, telling jokes easily wins their approval, so Ma Lin couldn't help but spend some effort trying to recall jokes he had heard before.
However, he was naturally lacking in humor.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter.
Every day, many people came to him for help.
With all sorts of issues.
Some he was happy to do, glad that these people were willing to seek him out.
Some had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to be involved, feeling annoyed when people came.
For example, couple arguments were not something that required his mediation.
Babies crying at night didn't need him to find a solution either.
The meaning of dreams wasn't something he needed to answer.
Occasionally, distant villages would invite him to come and assist.
Such as when a child was just born, hoping he could name the child and write it down in Chinese characters, believing it to be lucky.
