Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Chapter 3 A Nest!

Mrs. Wang staggered as she was pushed, and she was about to curse, but suddenly she remembered that her son had been sent to the commune, and that little sister who seemed to be a bit capable could even ride in a car.

She stared at the backs of Captain Song and his wife, and spat bitterly. The first priority was to get the pillar back. When her son came back, she would deal with those who dared to hit her.

At this time, Song Liang ran home with his wife in fear.

All the daughter's predictions came true.

The grain in the west warehouse was quickly sent back to the brigade.

Even if he had a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to embezzle the seeds. The brigade's warehouse was flooded in the spring, and his west warehouse was empty, so he kept it temporarily for a while.

How does it become corruption?
Song Yunuan was pulled into the yard by Mrs. Song. Old Song, who had just come back from the stream, didn’t know what had happened. He held a fish basket and said to Song Yunuan, "Xiao Nuan, grandpa caught it for you." Fish and shrimp, I’ll make fish and shrimp paste for you tonight, it’s delicious.”

A little boy of five or six years old came out from behind him. He had delicate eyebrows, round and cute eyes, especially his little face, which was round and easy to pinch.

This is Song Mingsheng, Song Yunuan's younger brother.

The little guy looked at Song Yunuan and eagerly asked for credit: "I also fished for it. Sister, look, my shoes are all wet."

After saying that, he sat on the ground and took off his shoes, exposing his little feet that were still dripping with water to Song Yunuan.

[Ah, my brother is so cute, I want to pinch his cheeks...]

Song Mingsheng was stunned for a moment.

My sister didn't move her mouth when she spoke. Where did the sound come from?
Old Man Song was also stunned.

[Grandpa is so kind, like Calabash's grandfather. Unfortunately, when he and grandma went to Beidu to file a complaint and were beaten to death, there was no Calabash to save them! 】

Mrs. Song pinched her husband who was about to speak and blinked hard. The old man understood instantly and suddenly felt difficulty breathing.

Legend, the legend of the Song family is actually true?
Song Yunuan noticed that her mother was going to open the door of the west warehouse, and immediately rushed over, and saw bulging sacks on the shelves.

Really!
Song Liang shouted to Xia Guilan in the yard: "Guilan, open the warehouse door, and I'll find someone to bring the grain back to the brigade headquarters." Before he could finish speaking, the person ran away.

Seeing Song Yunuan looking in, Xia Guilan explained: "Xiao Nuan, this is not our family's, but the brigade's. The warehouse at the brigade headquarters in the spring has been flooded, so the grain is temporarily placed in our family's."

Song Yunuan let out a soft sigh.

[Then my father was framed for embezzling grain? 】

Old Man Song finally took a breath. He responded quickly, his voice was excited and trembling: "I... I will pack the fish and shrimp now, and make fish sauce for Xiao Nuan at noon."

Then he asked his grandson: "Understand?"

Song Mingsheng blinked his eyes and thought for a while: "Understood!"

Grandpa told him that the old Song family had not always been weak-legged. They used to be high-ranking officials in the capital. Later, there was a man in the family who could predict the future. When the emperor found out, he ransacked the house and beheaded him. Only the youngest legitimate son was saved. Came out and remained anonymous until now.

With this gene, maybe there will be another one.

Sure enough, here we come!
Sister stickers!

Song Yunuan looked at her grandfather and grandson with curiosity, and saw her younger brother offering her cheeks for her to pinch.

I squeezed it immediately and it felt great.

Song Yunuan forgot what happened just now and took her brother to wash his little feet.

Song Ting was about to speak when her mother pushed her: "Go wash Xiaonuan's clothes."

Song Ting's eyes widened: "Why?"

Mrs. Song's eyes widened: "You are her sister-in-law. You have washed Siqi's clothes but not Xiaonuan's. Please make up for it quickly."

Song Ting stamped her feet, is this thing even supplementary?

Then didn't she do twice as much work?
I was stunned for the next moment. [My sister-in-law was good-looking and good at singing. Unfortunately, she was poisoned and her voice was mute. She was also tricked into marrying the wrong person. Just like Lin Jia, her legs were broken. She didn’t know who harmed her until she died. 】

[The Old Song family was the first wave of villains. Lin Qing took care of them neatly. Even the second uncle and younger uncles did not escape. What a mess! 】

Mrs. Song's vision went dark, and she was about to fall down.

Song Yunuan hurriedly put down the small white dumplings and supported the old lady.

Mrs. Song had a strong body and quickly recovered. She endured the fear and anger and patted Song Yunuan's hand lovingly: "My dear granddaughter, I'm fine. I see you have figured it out. I'm happy. By the way, I'm happy." Don’t take it to heart if you speak without restraint, Nai will steam rice and make fish sauce for you right now.”

Song Yunuan swallowed.

I was a little hungry because I didn't eat in anger this morning.

Song Ting felt scared, so she went to wash her niece's clothes obediently.

Song Yunuan thought it was just talk, but she didn't expect that her sister-in-law actually went there. She hurriedly followed her: "Sister-in-law, no need, I can just wash it myself."

Song Ting: "Siqi always asks me to wash her clothes. I haven't washed them for you yet. I have to make up for it."

Song Yunuan: [My sister-in-law is so kind. If you give me a month, I can find a way to send my sister-in-law to the county art troupe. Oh, what a pity. 】

Song Ting's eyes lit up, and she became more enthusiastic about washing.

It's okay. Little Fu Bao can predict the future, so he might be able to survive.

Woohoo, if she could join the art troupe, she could wash her niece's clothes for the rest of her life.

Song Yunuan washed his brother's feet and put him on the bench.

Xia Guilan came over in a hurry and said pleasantly: "Xiao Nuan, there will be many people in the yard soon. Don't rush into you. Go inside and lie down. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Song Yunuan blinked her eyes. In her memory, from the day the original owner was sent back, the whole family was trying to please her and spoke carefully.

"Mom, let me go inside and lie down for a while. When I feel better, I will help you with your work."

The main reason is that I was a little tired after fusing the memories, and I haven't recovered yet.

Xia Guilan was stunned. This was the first time she heard Xiao Nuan call her mother since she was sent back.

She sighed excitedly and looked at Song Yunuan with tears in her eyes. It was better this time. The child was willing to call her mother. She had to work more to earn more work points and buy Xiaonuan a skirt to wear in the summer.

Then, my heart sank.

As Xiao Nuan predicted, the ruthless and capable Lin Qing would definitely not let go of their old Song family.

After all the grain is moved back, we need to discuss what to do.

Song Yunuan entered the room, looked in the mirror, and smiled.

This body looks exactly like mine, with curved eyebrows and sparkling eyes. The 17-year-old girl has a charming smile.

In fact, she didn't read the book carefully.

But now, as long as I think about it, I can know the detailed plot.

Extremely clear.

It's like there is a library in your mind that you can pick up at will.

Is this a small benefit of wearing books?
At this time, a group of people walked in from the yard.

A man said to Song Liang: "Captain, I just keep the grain at your house. Why bother with it? It's so tiring."

"I don't want to bother, no, this morning I saw a big mouse inside, and the warehouse is dry. This is the public property. If the mouse eats the grain, I have to steal it. I can Can you explain it clearly?" Song Liang said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)