Natural Disaster: After hoarding hundreds of millions of supplies, I lay down and won

After Zhou Ziyang heard Sun Hao's answer, the expression on his face did not ease in any way, and even became more solemn.

Mu Qianqian looked at Zhou Ziyang worriedly, "Ziyang, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Qianqian really didn't understand why Zhou Ziyang reacted like this.

Wouldn't it be nice to have more people?

The more people there are, the more it means that there are more people in Zhou Ziyang's family who have survived.

Shouldn't this be a happy thing?
Zhou Ziyang's face was a little pale, and after his lips twitched a few times, he finally found his voice.

"My family... doesn't have many people. All the relatives combined, there are only about ten or twenty. Our family has been doing customization because we don't have enough people and we are too busy.

In addition, our need for money is not great. We only accept some private customizations, work slowly and carefully, and the money we earn is enough.

But you said before that there are not a few clothes that you saw, and these are just on display, and I don’t know how many are not on display.

In the past, when everything was more convenient and developed, my family could not make many clothes.Now that the conditions are like this, the quantity is so large...

Mouse also said just now that I have a lot of family members. I suspect that the Zhou family mentioned now is not just my family. "

After listening to Zhou Ziyang's series of words, Mu Qianqian felt a little confused.

Mu Qianqian blinked her doubtful eyes, "But didn't you say before that only people in your family know the marks on the clothes?"

"This is what I find strange..."

Zhou Ziyang was puzzled and his brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly.

Sun Hao had been listening to them quietly. The expression on his face was a little confused at first, but as he listened, he finally understood what was going on.

Sun Hao's brain was running rapidly, and after a while, he weakly raised his hand, "There is one more thing, I'm not sure..."

Nan Ci looked at Sun Hao, "What's going on? Just tell me.

Now that we have reached this point, there is no need to show off. "

"No, no, no!" Sun Hao waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not trying to sell anything, but I'm not sure.

I met someone from the Zhou family by chance before, and the people in their family... didn't look much like him. "

The person Sun Hao was talking about was naturally referring to Zhou Ziyang.

Hearing this, Nan Ci also became serious, "Are you sure?"

The old Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, "Sure. To be honest, it's not just that they don't look alike, there's nothing similar at all."

If they are a family, even if they are cousins, they will be more or less similar.

But Sun Hao said that the Zhou family members he had met bore no resemblance to Zhou Ziyang.

How can this be?

Zhou Ziyang also shook his head in disbelief, "This is impossible. Our families all look similar. When outsiders see us, they say we look alike. We look like a family at first sight.

The person you are talking about looks nothing like me, and is definitely not from the Zhou family! "

Zhou Ziyang was extremely confident and his voice became much more serious.

"But...but...he does claim to be the young master of the Zhou family!" Sun Hao also looked puzzled, but still said, "And I also heard the people next to him calling him Master Zhou, and said that their family weaves cloth. He did not deny that he was able to make such good clothes thanks to his technical skills, but was rather proud of it." (End of Chapter)