Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

On the way, Song Yunuan still said: "Dad, you have nothing to lose. Foreign monks can chant sutras. You see, don't they treat the party secretary the same as they treated you before?"

Song Liang thought about it, and it seemed like it was.

Forget it, there's no point in worrying about this.

He also needs to hold on to the west wing.

Also, hurry up and get more clay. There is an abandoned brick kiln in the wasteland to the north of the village. He can bake bricks and prepares to bake green bricks himself.

My daughter said she didn’t like red bricks, and if it could be burned, she would use blue bricks.

When the time comes, we will build a large brick house with tiles.

The older generation said that green bricks are actually better than red bricks, but people nowadays basically use red bricks, so most people don’t know how to bake green bricks.

Because firing green bricks is more difficult and cumbersome than firing red bricks, he had never done it before and had to find someone to learn how.

Since my daughter likes to live in the village, she has the final say on how she wants to build a house.

As for the west wing and the east wing, my daughter said there was no rush and she would do it little by little.

When you think about it, there are many things.

When I got home, the meal was already prepared. The sun had just set, so it was time to eat.

Tonight, Lao Song's family had large steamed dumplings made with potato flour. They looked a bit dark, but the skin was really chewy. The filling inside was made of pickled cabbage and oil, which was delicious. It also had millet porridge.

Song Yunuan felt that although the conditions were not good, the home-cooked meals she ate every day were really delicious.

It's been a long time since she had such a home-cooked meal.

After finishing the meal, she took out the envelope and said lightly: "This is what Gu Huaian mailed to Chu Zizhou. Chu Zizhou said that it was actually all for me, so I took it all back."

Mrs. Song looked at the pile of things on the kang table and looked at each other. Xia Guilan said hurriedly: "Then we will remember this favor and pay it back to those who are able in the future."

Having finalized the decision, Song Yunuan felt that it was pretty good and there was no need to explain it in detail.

Mrs. Song also happily put them away, looked at these things, and said to Song Yunuan: "Wait, Xiaonuan, let's work hard, maybe we can afford a TV, and we can watch movies at home every day." "

Song Liang didn't know what to say, so he could only say dryly: "Gu Huaian, that young man is not bad."

Song Yunuan chuckled.

This matter is over.

After washing up, Mrs. Song still wanted to ask Song Yunuan if there was only the ticket in the letter. Is there really no other message?

She asked Xia Guilan to ask other questions, and she asked this.

If two people ask together, it will be difficult to open their mouths even if they want to ask if they can't come up with anything.

The main reason is that Xiaonuan is still smart and sensible after only a few days of raising her.

Don't want to make her unhappy.

But just as he was about to lift his feet, he remembered that he had to take off his shoes when entering the house, so he looked at Song Yunuan at the door.

Take a look at my granddaughter's room.

It had just been a few days, and I originally wanted to clean it up for Tingting, but I changed my mind because Xiao Nuan wanted to build a large brick house with tiles.

It was no use cleaning it up, so she put away all the newspapers.

At this time, the electric light was on in the room, and under the dim yellow light, her eldest granddaughter and little grandson with picturesque features were playing checkers on the kang.

This house is really nicely done.

The walls are papered with newspaper to brighten the room, and the floor is covered with reed-grass mats in original colors, which looks clean, tidy and elegant.

The kang cabinet is placed on the top of the kang, the wardrobe is placed on the floor mat, and a desk and two chairs are placed on the west wall.

There is a can on the desk with a bunch of wild flowers in it.

Colorful and beautiful. She knew that her grandson had picked it for her.

The room was adjacent to Song Liang and his wife's room. The innermost room belonged to Song Mingbo, but it had a separate door.

Even in winter, this room is the warmest.

Now that it's been tidied up like this, it doesn't look like it's our own home anymore.

Seeing Mrs. Song standing at the door, Song Yunuan said, "Grandma, why don't you come in?"

Mrs. Song said: "I didn't wash my feet, because I was afraid that the carpet in your house would be stained."

Song Yunuan laughed loudly, and then said proactively: "Grandma, don't worry, Gu Huaian didn't write to me. Chu Zizhou is his best friend and the one who listens to his words the most. He will never go out and talk nonsense." Yes. Just use the things and treat him to a meal if you have the opportunity in the future."

Mrs. Song said hurriedly: "Can you come?"

"Whether you please or not is our choice, whether you come or not is his business."

Mrs. Song nodded, it makes sense.

Looking at Yun Danfengqing's granddaughter, she smiled with wrinkles all over her face: "Why does my granddaughter know so much? Then grandma is gone."

Mrs. Song left, pulling Xia Guilan who was following behind, and told her that Xiao Nuan knew what was going on and that she should not get involved in her and Gu Huaian's affairs. The child was young and we would talk about the future later.
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In Beidu, Lin Qing looked at the changed color of Yu Ruyi, her face not very pretty.

Something's wrong, why did it change color?

She looked at the rosewood box, her eyes darkened, recalling the behavior of her scumbag father and stepmother, maybe there was something wrong with the box.

Lin Qing took the rosewood box and did not put the jade Ruyi inside, but prepared to put it away separately. Taking the jade Ruyi and the rosewood box, she was about to go out. Naturally, the first thing she thought of was Mr. Hu from Yubaozhai.

But the next moment, Lin Qing stopped.

Mr. Hu.

Hu Zhi?

All have the surname Hu.

How could she ignore this problem?

Could it be that they worked together to make the buckle?

So, she asked Uncle Azhong to investigate, but after a while she asked, and it turned out that Hu Zhi and Mr. Hu were really from the same family.

Although they are not direct relatives, they are not far away.

Lin Qing and Lin Jia talked about this, and Lin Jia said: "Qing'er, Lin Du has always said that Yu Ruyi is his and it is a betrothal gift for his mother. Didn't we call and my grandfather also admitted that it was indeed Lin Du? Yes, I just said that because I didn’t like him.”

Lin Qing said nonchalantly: "Even Lin Du belongs to us. He has the nerve to live in his mother's house. Why can't we ask for Yu Ruyi? There are so many things. We want to give them all to that bastard, right?" Yes, even if we destroy, smash, and burn it, Father Lin, Hu Zhi, and the bastards won’t even get a dime.”

Lin Jia stopped talking. She also hated her biological father.

"Then what do you do now?"

"They have put so much effort into it, don't they just want me to send Yu Ruyi to Yubaozhai, but I just can't do what they want."

Lin Jia held the jade Ruyi, and its color changed from a bright green color that made people happy to see it, to this strange gray-blue color that was uncomfortable to look at.

Lin Qing rolled her eyes and said, "I'll settle the score with them."

When she went to the villa, Lin Du and Hu Zhi naturally refused to admit it and said that Lin Qing had changed the things and deliberately blackmailed them.

But at the same time, I was cursing in my heart.

Shouldn't we go to Yubaozhai?

How to find them?

Lin Qing held up the unrecognizable Yu Ruyi: "If it's not you, then who could it be?"

Then, before Hu Zhi could speak, she suddenly slapped her head and said with a sudden realization: "I remembered, I showed this thing to someone, and he touched it for a long time. Could it be that he tampered with it?"