Zhang Xiaomei, who was drying the bedding in the yard, heard the braying of the donkey and trotted out to have a look. When she saw that it was her granddaughter and Ya'er, she breathed a sigh of relief and came forward with a smile.
"We are back. Grandma has been worried these past few days."
Song Xixi stabilized Xiao Hei and put down Ya'er. The two hundred and five in the basket was impatient and barked at Zhang Xiaomei. One look at it revealed that it was also homesick.
Zhang Xiaomei petted the dog, looked at her granddaughter and Ya'er up and down, and saw that both of them had no injuries at all, and the smile on her face became even brighter:
"Your grandpa and I have been so worried that we couldn't sleep well these past few nights. If you hadn't sent someone back to report that you were safe, we two old guys would have wanted to go to the city to find you in person. You go back and rest first, while grandma goes to the fields.
Say something."
Song Xixi didn't feel tired, so she handed the basket to the old lady: "I'll just go, just in time to see what the potatoes look like."
Zhang Xiaomei didn't stop her: "Okay, it rained a while ago, and I've grown up very fast these days."
Ya'er was like a little tail and wanted to go to the fields to have a look. Song Xixi asked her to stay at home and help the old lady. She carried a hoe and went to her own potato field with Wubai who hugged her trouser legs tightly.
land.
On the way, the villagers I met asked enthusiastically: "Xi Yatou, did you bring back any treasures when you went to the city this time?"
That day, the officer rode to the Song family to report the news. Many people in the village saw it and were curious whether the government had asked her for help in another case.
The Song family unanimously claimed that she was going to the city to play and never mentioned Ya'er's disappearance.
Few people in the village believed it. When they saw Song Xixi, they wanted to trick her into asking her what happened. It wasn't that they had any evil intentions, it was just that their lives were boring and their curiosity was too strong.
However, Song Xixi really likes to go to the city to play. Everyone in the village, male, female, old and young, knows it, but she has become famous for her "playing". After being tricked by others, she bought more than a dozen flower seeds for two taels of silver, and she actually grew green flowers.
Good stuff like red and chili peppers.
This kind of luck is so hard to envy.
"I do have some treasures, but they are too expensive and I can't afford them."
Song Xixi deceived the villagers in a serious way, patting the five hundred pounds weighing more than ten kilograms and saying: "Such a big jade is worth hundreds of thousands taels, and the rich people in the city are going crazy."
The villagers gasped, and their attention was suddenly attracted: "A hundred thousand taels? Is a broken stone so valuable?"
Song Xixi explained: "It's jade, not stone."
The villager curled his lips: "Isn't jadeite also a stone? I really don't know what those rich people think. If I have hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, I can't buy a house or land. It would be a huge loss to buy a stone!"
Song Xixi smiled and nodded in agreement with his words.
The villagers consciously mastered the latest topics after tea and dinner, and left with satisfaction.
Seeing Song Xixi, Song Wufu and the others were really happy. Taking advantage of the absence of people in the adjacent fields, they asked about Ya'er's disappearance.
What Liang Zhusheng did was shocking, and Song Xixi did not dare to go into too much detail.
Even so, they also gasped: "This beast, it's true that even ten thousand deaths are not enough!"
As women, Zhang Chunlan and Huang Qiuyun had more to think about: "Raising a daughter is really worrying. They are afraid of being missed by bad boys and being tricked by evil people. When Qingqing and Nian Nian come back, they have to talk to them properly."
Said."
Several people talked for a while. Song Xixi walked to Song Wufu and bent down to hoe weeds with the old man: "Grandpa, I found a lady with good knowledge. The girls' school must be started as soon as possible."
Song Wufu didn't expect that his little granddaughter would throw him a big problem as soon as she came back. He confirmed again and again: "We have nothing here. If someone has gone to school, his family must be good. How can he come to this country to endure hardships?"
Xu Wanrou's experience was so tragic that even her own relative Song Xixi couldn't mention it, so she picked up what she could say and said to the old man: "Her husband and daughter are gone, and she has no other relatives at home. Come to us to do this."
Master is not surprised."
When Song Wufu heard this, his face showed sympathy: "He is a poor man!"
Song Xixi took the opportunity to encourage: "So grandpa, the next thing depends on you."
Song Wufu's old face wrinkled into a bitter melon, he looked at his little granddaughter and sighed: "That's all, if you spare your grandpa's old face, grandpa will half-do it. At worst, we can build another school with our own money, and it's not like building a school."
I'm sorry."
I still have a hundred thousand taels of silver that I can’t spend, so this is my confidence!
Now that he had the confidence, the old man knew that setting up a girls' school in the ancestral hall had different meanings, so he secretly planned it carefully and then decisively asked the old village chief for help.
After the old village chief resigned from his position as village chief, he became energetic and looked several years younger.
When Song Wufu came to the door, he was leaning on the recliner comfortably. His grandson Song An sat beside him, chatting with him, and gave him peeled melon seeds.
Under the feet of the grandfather and grandson, there are a group of chickens running around, chattering and making it very lively.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old village chief opened his eyes. When he saw it was Song Wufu, he pointed to the low stool beside him, closed his eyes and continued to crack melon seeds.
Song Wufu's eyes were so hot that he sat down on a low stool. He glanced at Song An opposite him, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started to crack them: "Uncle, I have something to ask you."
The old village chief said leisurely: "Is it something important to the village?"
Song Wufu flattered him: "Uncle Yingming, he guessed it all at once."
The old village chief waved his hand: "If you have something to say, don't talk nonsense."
Song Wufu was not polite to him. He was going to set up a girls' school and talked about what to do in the ancestral hall. He also didn't forget to observe the old village chief's face. Once the old village chief showed signs of taking action, he could jump up and run.
road.
The old village chief opened his eyes and looked surprisingly calm: "Does it have to be done in the ancestral hall?"
Song Wufu rubbed the back of his head: "No, if you and everyone else don't agree, I will get another piece of land and build a new one."
The old village chief asked: "Whose idea was this? It belongs to your Dali doll?"
Song Wufu said in surprise: "You can guess this?"
The old village chief glanced at him: "You don't have the guts."
Song Wufu was sure that he saw contempt in the eyes of the old village chief, and he immediately puffed up his chest and tried to argue: "Without the support of my grandfather, the little girl would not have such an idea, right?"
The old village chief was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and closed his eyes again: "Pick a date to gather people together. We have to discuss it before making a decision."
Song Wufu was overjoyed: "It's done, this matter should be done sooner rather than later. I will gather everyone together today!"