In the corner, Song Wufu looked at his granddaughter with a deep look: "Why did Xixi ask grandpa to agree to Mr. Zhao just now?"
Song Xixi changed her previous low-key tone and truthfully expressed her thoughts: "Mr. Zhao can talk to the government, so he is not an ordinary rich man. Such a person wants to repay his kindness. If we don't accept it, we may think that our family has more people."
Big intention."
Song Wufu's pupils shrank: "Is this what our ancestors said?"
This time, Song Xixi shook her head: "I thought of it myself."
After a pause, she continued: "My ancestors taught me a lot about how to behave. I feel that our family and the Zhao family are not on the same level. The Zhao family probably doesn't want to have too much involvement with our family. I accepted Mr. Zhao's advice.
Good intentions mean that things are clear."
In the past, she kept a low profile because she felt that the time was not mature enough and the contrast with her original self would arouse suspicion.
Now that she has been here for more than two months, the Song family has gradually become accustomed to her changes. She needs to slowly gain the right to speak in this family and can no longer be treated as a child with only brute strength.
Song Wufu had never thought of this for most of his life. His granddaughter's words suddenly made him understand better: "Yes, Xixi is right. It's hard for you to be so thoughtful at such a young age!"
Facing the old man's darling look, Song Xixi felt embarrassed and said, "It's because of the ancestor's religion."
Song Wufu laughed loudly and rubbed her little head: "You make people like my ancestors so that I will bother to teach you. Let's settle down later and buy a big pig's head to honor our ancestors!"
Song Xixi felt ashamed and said hurriedly: "Our ancestors don't need these, we don't need to spend money."
Song Wufu insisted: "How can honoring our ancestors be called waste!"
Song Xixi: "..."
Is it time to let our ancestors "disappear"?
Back at the shack, Song Xixi met Song Qingqing's complicated eyes.
As soon as her thoughts changed, she guessed what Song Qingqing was thinking.
Song Qingqing suppressed the emotion in her eyes, walked over and asked softly: "Little sister, did you know the identity of Young Master Zhao before you rescued me?"
Song Xixi didn't understand why she asked this, and replied: "I don't know, the person who asked for help that day was a beggar, and I can also save people."
Seeing that she had misunderstood, Song Qingqing said quickly: "That's not what I meant. It's just that I just think everything is too coincidental. You saved someone casually, but you actually saved the son of the richest family in Huai'an Prefecture!"
Song Xixi didn't know that Zhao Xiuran was the richest man in Huai'an. Now that Song Qingqing was exposed, he started to tease him: "How do you know that Mr. Zhao is the richest man in Huai'an?"
A trace of panic flashed across Song Qingqing's face, and she stammered: "I, I overheard the chatter of the Zhao family guards. They said that Mr. Zhao is the richest man in Huai'an Prefecture, and you saved Mr. Zhao and got great luck or something.
"
Song Xixi suppressed a smile in her heart and couldn't bear to continue to embarrass her: "That's it. No wonder Zhao Minglang always looks arrogant. It turns out that his family background gives him the confidence."
Seeing that her little cousin had no suspicion, Song Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she felt very depressed.
After resurrecting her life, her total age was much older than that of her little cousin. Logically speaking, it would not take any effort to fool a little girl. However, when she was looked at by her little cousin's calm eyes, she always felt that she had become a transparent person and was being
See clearly.
What a hell!
But my little cousin is really lucky. This time, thanks to her blessing, the whole village can be assigned to the same resettlement place. The location of this resettlement place must be good. I wonder how much better it will be than in the previous life.
In the previous life, everyone was separated, and it took a lot of effort to slowly integrate into the unfamiliar village. But after all, they were foreigners, and they were always separated from the people in the village.
Speaking of which, the little cousin did not die young on the way to escape, and actually changed the fate of many people.
Such as Yang Cuilian and her daughter, Zhou Taohua and her daughter, and even the few families in the village who would die in the Lucheng riots.
For them, a living little cousin is a lucky star!
And Zhao Minglang, if he hadn't met his little cousin, would he have died from the mouth of a wild boar?
Song Qingqing vaguely remembered that someone in the previous life seemed to have said that the richest man in Huai'an could not bear the blow of the early death of his only son, so he spent all his family wealth to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, just so that his only son's soul could enter reincarnation and give birth to a good child in the next life...
Thinking of this, Song Qingqing looked at Song Xixi with extremely soft eyes: "Little sister, you are very good!"
Song Xixi was confused, so she accepted the compliment shamelessly without delay: "Well, I think I'm pretty good too."
Song Qingqing couldn't help laughing, raised her hand and pinched her little face: "Don't be ashamed~"
Song Xixi rolled her eyes at her, pulled off her paw, and turned to find Zhang Xiaomei for food.
On the carriage, Zhao Mingliang looked furious: "Old Zhao, if you want to go home, just do it yourself. Why do you insist on dragging me along so that I can't have a good relationship with sister Xixi!"
Zhao Xiuran tapped his forehead with his fingers: "You brat, call me daddy!"
Zhao Mingliang snorted: "Isn't your surname Zhao? Calling you Lao Zhao won't change the fact that you are my father, so of course I can call you whatever I want!"
Zhao Xiuran had nothing to do with this traitor, so he simply carried Song Xixi out: "Miss Song is well-informed and reasonable. If you want to have a good relationship with this little girl, you have to make others like you!"
Zhao Minglang was furious in an instant: "What do you mean? Why don't you look down on me? Do you think everyone is the same as you?"
Zhao Xiuran did not argue with him and said something shocking: "If you can get Miss Song to agree to be your friend, you may abandon literature and pursue business, abandon literature and pursue martial arts, or even become a dandy waiting to die.
I have absolutely nothing to say."
Zhao Mingliang perked up and sat up straight: "Seriously?"
Zhao Xiuran nodded: "I am your father, can I still lie to you?"
Zhao Mingliang clapped his hands fiercely: "Okay, it's settled! If you dare to go back on your word, I will be your father!"
The old god Zhao Xiuran is here: "Don't worry, if you do it, I won't regret it, but what if you can't do it?"
Zhao Mingliang was full of confidence: "Old man, just wait and see, I will definitely be able to do it! If I can't do it, I will call you dad every day from now on. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west. How about that?"
Seeing that the traitor took the bait, Zhao Xiuran's elegant face showed a fox-like smile: "It's a deal!"
Song Xixi didn't know that she was being targeted by the Zhao family and his son, nor did she know that after seeing her in person, Zhao Xiuran changed his original plan and "schemed" her.
Before the weather cooled down completely, the wild fruits on the mountain were in peak picking season. She went up the mountain with Song Qingqing and the others every day, and followed Song Qingqing to get familiar with various wild fruits.
In the end, Song Xixi successfully found the third non-toxic wild fruit, and the task, which spanned ten days, was finally successfully completed!
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