Song Qingqing didn't know whether she heard it or not, and she remained silent.
Song Niannian came back with two new headbands and handed them to her in a flattering manner: "Sister, I got your favorite color for you, doesn't it look good?"
Song Qingqing stared blankly at the two grass-green headbands: Was her favorite color green when she was a child?
When Song Niannian saw that she was silent, he was not too disappointed. He complained to her in a low voice: "Grandma is still so stingy. She bought so many hair ropes, but she had to beg and beg before she would give them to her, and even scolded her a few times when she gave them.
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After saying that, she said with a longing look on her face: "When I grow up, I will make a lot of money. Then I can buy as many headbands as I want, and I will also buy flowers for my sister."
Finally, she asked: "Sister, what kind of flowers do you like?"
Song Qingqing looked indifferent, but replied: "If I don't like it, you don't have to buy it for me."
Song Niannian was so happy that he hugged her arm and rubbed his little face against her arm: "Whatever sister likes, I will buy it!"
Song Qingqing tried hard with her arm but couldn't pull it out. Her face looked a little distorted: "Let go."
Song never let go, seizing the opportunity and making persistent efforts: "Anyway, I will make more money and buy all the things my sister likes!"
Niu Hua'er joked: "Buy it for your sister, and don't forget her."
Song Niannian glanced at Song Xixi and her chest puffed up: "I am the elder sister, and I also love my younger sister!"
Song Xixi smiled and suddenly felt that this kind of life where she could be satisfied with a hair tie was quite good.
The three flower-like little girls all wore new headbands, which was quite eye-catching among the disgraced victims. Many people came over and asked them where they got the headbands and if there was any way to buy them in the city.
Niu Hua'er lied and didn't make a draft, saying that she met a salesman from the city in the morning and bought it for two copper coins.
Those victims never doubted it. After all, who would have thought that the Song family could obtain access cards?
Not long after, those who had gone out to look for water and food came back.
Zhang Xiaohua immediately called everyone together and explained the contents of the notice issued by the government in detail. Before everyone could get happy, she pointed at Song Xixi and said: "This girl said that our ancestors are not optimistic about it, so this matter may not be possible."
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Song Wufu frowned, lowered his head and asked Song Xixi, "What did our ancestors say?"
Song Xixi showed a look that seemed to understand, and her words were not fluent: "The ancestors said that the government forced the people in the city to donate money and materials, which would probably cause resistance among the people in the city. They did not dare to go against the government, and they might vent their anger on the victims.
superior."
By then things will get serious, and the conflicts between the people in the city and the victims will be irreconcilable. Who knows what the consequences will be.
It is difficult to say whether the victims can be resettled in the end.
This is the reason why Song Xixi doesn't want Zhang Xiaomei and Niu Huaer to announce it to the outside world. They are worried that the greater their hopes, the greater their disappointment, which will wear away the spirit of the villagers in Songjia'ao to escape famine.
Song Wufu pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "What our ancestors said is true. There are two thousand victims here, and it is not easy to resettle them all. I will go to the old village chief to talk to you in a while, but please don't tell anyone.
It’s loud.”
After hearing this, Song Qingqing became a little anxious: "It's not like Yangcheng has resettled so many people in one city, aren't there other places to resettle the victims? What if we don't seize the opportunity, and we will be overtaken by other victims?"
In the previous life, the Yangcheng government quickly selected a small number of victims for resettlement, and the other victims were driven away. She did not know whether these victims were taken in by other governments afterwards.
"Wait and see, don't worry." Song Wufu touched his eldest granddaughter's head happily, feeling that she had grown a lot since her head was smashed.
Song Qingqing was helpless and annoyed that her words were so soft-spoken and the adults didn't take her words to heart at all.
Thinking of this, she looked at Song Xixi with a bit of resentment in her eyes.
Song Xixi: "..."
She didn't seem to say anything, right?
Seeing that Song Wufu was about to leave, Zhang Xiaomei reminded: "Don't tell the old village chief that we are entering the city, otherwise someone will come to borrow a sign to enter the city and be discovered by the policeman at the city gate. Everyone will be unlucky and Xixi will not be hurt.
Brand’s kindhearted people.”
Song Wufu responded and went to find the old village chief.
After the old village chief heard about it, he also asked Song Wufu to keep quiet for the time being, obviously not optimistic about this matter.
Song Wufu asked: "If the Yangcheng government can resettle victims like us, will Yaoshu still go to Huai'an government?"
The old village chief shook his head and said with a smile: "It's a good thing to be able to settle down. If someone wants to settle down in Huai'an Mansion in the future, they should prepare enough dry food and bring enough money to go there happily. Even if they can't settle down there, there is still a way to turn back.
You can go."
Song Wufu understood what the old village chief meant. For Song Jia'ao, who was exhausted and had no clear future, it was best to stay at the moment.
In the afternoon, Song Xixi took Niuniu out of the hay shed and stuffed a piece of shredded banana into her mouth when no one was around.
The sweet and fragrant taste made the little girl narrow her eyes happily: "Sister Xixi, it's delicious!"
Song Xixi warned: "This is a secret between Niuniu and I. Niuniu can't tell others, otherwise the delicious food will be gone."
Niu Niu heard this more than once, and she looked very proud: "Sister Xixi, Niu Niu didn't tell anyone, and my mother doesn't even know."
She really wanted to take the delicious food back to her mother, but Sister Xixi didn't want others to know, so she didn't dare to do it.
"So good!" Song Xixi rubbed Niu Niu's little head, planning to go to the city sometime and exchange eggs for some food of this era. When the little girl grows up, she won't doubt anything when she recalls it.
When one of the children was walking back, Song Xixi inadvertently saw a familiar figure not far away. It was the village chief Qian who had been walking with him a few days ago.
Next to Village Chief Qian, there was a stranger.
This man is well-dressed and has a plump figure. At first glance, he is not a refugee fleeing famine.
Could it be that he came from the city?
Thinking of Village Chief Qian leading the villagers straight to Yangcheng, although he had not shown anything before, he inadvertently revealed that he seemed determined to stay in Yangcheng.
If this man really came out of the city and was having a pleasant conversation with Village Chief Qian, could he have sent Village Chief Qian the news that the government was going to resettle the victims?
Song Xixi thought about it, and when she returned to her home place, she mentioned the matter to her family.
The Song family believed that Village Chief Qian was a scholar who had traveled around to study, and it was normal to have old friends in Yangcheng, so they did not take this matter to heart.
Song Qingqing thought of her past life experience, and became more thoughtful, and asked Song Xixi quietly: "You said that the Yangcheng government asked the people in the city to contribute money and efforts to resettle the victims. Could it be that the people to be resettled have already been decided?"
Song Xixi was shocked: This guess is very bold, but it is not impossible!