Eighties Sweetheart Wife

The Song family members were all greeted cordially along the way. Old Songtou forced a smile on his face and didn't speak, just saying "hmm".

Soon, everyone arrived at their newly allocated land.

Song Yunuan didn't know much about farming, but she felt the scenery was good.

There are plains and distant mountains here, just to the southeast of the village, and to the west, there are plains with a hazy horizon.

The sky is blue, the mountains in the distance are green, the grass on the ground is green, and there are windbreaks standing in the distance.

Unfortunately, after the Dragon Boat Festival, this place seems to have become a vast ocean.

However, there are many shepherd's purses in the fields.

Don't think about the mess anymore, take care of the most important thing in front of you first.

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This time the carriage carrying shepherd's purse still contained a lot of dry firewood, but there were also wild vegetables left outside, saying they were sent to his son.

After the carriage drove out of the village, Old Songtou breathed a sigh of relief.

If the people in the village found out about selling shepherd's purse, there might be a huge disturbance.

He didn't want that bad piece of land in the first place, but when the time comes, it will be said that it was calculated.

Song Yunuan told Lao Songtou that in the future, she would become the second generation of rich people and let her father go out to make money. She could not share whatever money she made with the people in the village.

Saying this, it reminds me of the disaster that Xiao Nuan predicted for the Song family, and no one seemed to reach out to help.

As a result, Lao Songtou's feeling of guilt disappeared.

But he is used to being honest and honest, so he comforts himself that helping you is a favor and not helping you is his duty.

Otherwise, living with resentment will be very tiring.

This time I brought Song Ting here and planned to buy some daily necessities for Song Ting.

But first, I have to give Mr. Ji fresh shepherd's purse and a small bag of honeysuckle. This year's honeysuckle hasn't bloomed yet. They were all picked last year.

When Song Yunuan came to Songshu Hutong, Old Ji had not yet gone to the guest house. Then Song Yunuan also saw Ji Chunxiu. Oh, no, her name was actually Ji Xinyi. It is said that Chunxiu was named by her husband.

Ji Xinyi's facial features are somewhat similar to Old Man Ji's, but in fact, they should look more like his wife.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ji's wife passed away a month after her daughter disappeared.

Old man Ji had just finished breakfast. Ji Xinyi was very cheerful and enthusiastic, always with a smile in his eyes, and brought out steamed buns and millet porridge. Ah Sheng sat at the dining table and had another meal. Ji Yingying also finished eating, and accompanied her Ate a small bun.

Old Man Ji went to quietly complain about Lin Qing to Song Yunuan.

It turned out that Lin Qing told Mr. Ji that her grandfather abroad had a medical book in his house, which was said to be the lost "Qing Nang Shu".

Naturally, it was impossible to give her the original copy. She planned to copy it or take a photo of it and give it to Mr. Ji when she went abroad to see her grandpa.

Medical funding is medical funding, this is an extra thank you.

I also wanted to take this opportunity to make good friends with Mr. Ji, a great Chinese doctor.

Mr. Ji absolutely didn't believe it.

Because the Qingnang Book has been lost for a long time, only a few copies have been circulated to this day, and legend has it that it was burned.

It has been thousands of years, how could this book exist?

It’s simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!

But he didn't laugh at Lin Qing. After all, the other party had good intentions and wanted to please him. Maybe he lied, or maybe he didn't understand and mistook the "Qing Nang Sutra" for the "Qing Nang Book".

A difference of one word makes a world of difference.

The three words "Qing Nang Shu" did not trigger the plot, but they triggered Song Yunuan's memory of reality.

The Qingnang Book was actually in an ancient tomb, but it was dug up by villagers and then destroyed.

She heard this from someone during a secret gathering in the circle.

Of course, those people at that time were worried about the antiques that had been destroyed, sold and taken abroad by cultural relic dealers. As for the Qing Nang Book, they knew very little about it and just mentioned it and skipped it.

In the realistic Dragon Kingdom of parallel time and space, tomb robbing has been rampant since the 1980s.

Although this is a world in a book, it is a reflection of the real world. Maybe that green bag book will come out properly.

But this is not easy to do. If you don't get it right, big trouble can easily happen.

Song Yunuan was wondering, should she submit an article to a newspaper?

She told Old Man Ji, "Don't believe it. If it's true, you'll know after she takes a photo of you."

A flash of light flashed in Old Man Ji's eyes, and then he narrowed his eyes. This girl can be very evil sometimes.

He believed that brat had some ability in divination, but was it possible to calculate the place where his daughter lived in such a specific way?

So, most of what Song Yunuan said to him was what she told the brat, right?

But how did she know?

In fact, Old Man Ji really underestimated Song Mingbo, but even if Old Man Ji didn't tell him, Song Yunuan didn't know either.

Shepherd's purse took two baskets, one of which was for Dean Zhuang.

He also told Old Man Ji that Song Ting was admitted to the art troupe. Old Man Ji said that he would also go that day, but Song Yunuan immediately refused: "No, now everyone is suspected of being an insider. If you go again, in case there is anyone who knows about it." , isn’t that just a confirmation?”

Old Man Ji thought for a while and had to give up.

Lao Songtou, who was waiting outside, saw the two children coming out and his little grandson looking full. He smiled and asked him to walk on the road.

Otherwise, it would be uncomfortable to sit in a carriage.

Song Yunuan patted his little butt gently, and only focused on talking to Old Man Ji, not paying attention.

This child, please don’t become a fat man in the future.

This time she made twenty-six yuan from shepherd's purse, and the second uncle didn't ask for a fraction of the cow. He even added five cents to make up the whole.

Here we were settling accounts and helping to move to the warehouse. Little Asheng saw a little girl not far away and shouted happily: "Sister Xiujuan..."

Song Yunuan turned around and saw that she was Lin Jia's eldest daughter.

The little girl put on new clothes and stood in the yard, and then Asheng ran towards her.

Lao Songtou was about to stop him, but Asheng had already rushed over.

First he laughed and gave Xiujuan a piece of candy in his pocket.

At this time, Aunt Tian, ​​who was invited by Lin Qing to take care of her two children, hurriedly came over and said, "Xiujuan, why are you here?"

Then he said casually: "Oh, is this little boy your brother? He looks quite similar?"

She didn't understand the situation and just said it casually.

Lin Qing, who was following behind, felt her heart sink.

But she didn't know Asheng, so she asked, "Who is this?"

Xiujuan said happily: "Auntie, this is the brother Asheng I told you."

Lin Qing's face suddenly turned livid. She took a closer look and found to her surprise that it seemed to be somewhat similar.

She said angrily: "Aunt Tian, ​​what are you talking about? They are not from the same family. How can they look alike?"

Aunt Tian smiled awkwardly. She didn't know that Lin Qing was pretending to be worried these days, so she said nonchalantly: "Look carefully, there is still a bit of a resemblance."

Lin Qing looked ugly, threw the candy that Xiujuan had not eaten in her hand on the ground, and pulled Xiujuan towards the front yard. Aunt Tian behind her hurriedly followed, and at this time Song Yunuan also rushed over.

They were so far away that she really didn't hear what they were saying.

The settings in the book all serve the plot

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