After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

"Ling Xiao, don't blame your grandma for nagging you."

Old Man Song drank a little too much, and started to urge the marriage with the help of alcohol: "We, the old couple, are half buried in the ground, what else can we expect?"

"Nowadays, life is good. I don't have to worry about food and drink. The family lacks everything except a child. During the Chinese New Year, we still need a few children to make noise in the house to make it lively."

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"Uh-huh."

Song Lingyan moved a small horse stall to eat melons and watch the show, deliberately trying to please her grandparents and nodding her head.

Song Lingxiao endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, and a explosive bullet hit her on the forehead.

"Ouch."

Song Lingyan covered her forehead and complained out of habit: "Grandma, eldest brother is bullying me."

"What are you doing smoking?"

Mrs. Song glared, she was really unhappy.

"I didn't hit her."

Song Lingxiao quickly retracted her hand and pretended to be innocent.

"Don't lie."

Mrs. Song saw it clearly, raised her fist and hit him: "You are so dazzled by grandma that you didn't see it. It's you who bullied Yanyan."

"Ouch, it hurts so much."

Song Lingxiao covered her arms and said miserably: "Grandma, you are too partial. I just flicked her, and you hit me so hard."

"You have rough skin and thick flesh. How about a few beatings from grandma?"

Mrs. Song laughed angrily, raised her fist, and wanted to hit him again.

"Yanyan, you heartless..."

Song Lingyan did not dare to disobey her grandma and received a few punches: "You just watch your elder brother being beaten and remain indifferent?"

"Hehe, grandma, stop fighting."

Song Lingyan had had enough of watching the show, threw away the melon seed peels, hugged her grandma's arm, and rubbed her cheek affectionately on her shoulder.

"Little girls are more considerate than brats."

Mrs. Song's heart was so soft that she felt a little strange for no reason. She saw the shadow of her granddaughter in the little girl in front of her.

"Yes, yes, everything grandma said is right."

Song Lingxiao agreed with a smile, and muttered secretly: "You always favor my sister."

"What are you mumbling about?"

He muttered a little loudly, and when Mrs. Song heard it, she stared and became furious again.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Lingxiao used her urine to escape and left decisively.

"Hmph, when it comes to marriage, I run faster than a rabbit."

Mrs. Song couldn't push for marriage, and she was filled with unknown anger.

"Grandma, don't be angry."

Song Lingyan tried to please her and said, "I'll help you persuade my eldest brother."

"Yanyan."

Mrs. Song's eyes were filled with surprise: "If you can persuade Ling Xiao to get married as soon as possible, grandma will give you a big red envelope during the Chinese New Year."

"Great."

Song Lingyan smiled and arched her eyebrows: "Grandma, don't worry, Yanyan will help you do her best to persuade brother."

"Yanyan is such a good boy, come on, have another chicken leg."

Mrs. Song was so happy that she started putting vegetables on her plate again.

"Uh."

Song Lingyan looked at the piles of dishes piled high into a hill, and felt regretful for a moment.

Did she shoot herself in the foot?

Is it too late to regret it now?

~

After lunch, Song Lingyan took advantage of the two old men's lunch break to walk around the reservoir to eat.

The reservoir is surrounded by mountains, all of which are low hills, with an average altitude of more than 300 meters.

Qilitang Village is located on the top of the mountain. From the old house of the Song family, you can reach the highest peak only by climbing up the mountain for less than ten meters.

"This mountain is called Xiaojiu Mountain."

Li Xiaoyong was still walking two meters behind him, silent, as quiet as an invisible man.

Song Lingyan had a lively temperament and couldn't hold back her words. She found her own words and chatted with him.

"Xiaojiu Mountain is a rocky mountain, not suitable for farming. The most abundant ones on the mountain are jujube trees."

"When the wild jujubes are ripe in the autumn, wild jujubes are all over the mountains and fields, hanging red on the branches, which looks very pleasant." "I especially liked eating wild jujubes when I was a child..."

As she was chattering, Li Xiaoyong suddenly stopped and looked at a jujube tree on the top of the mountain.

"Hey, there are wild jujubes on that tree."

Song Lingyan also saw it and climbed up the mountain happily.

"Wang Wang Wang."

Wangcai ran the fastest and ran to the jujube tree in a few jumps.

The jujube tree has sharp thorns. I have never seen a dog with such sharp thorns. It pricked its mouth when trying to eat jujube and screamed in pain.

"Wong Cai, be good, the thorn will not hurt when you pull it out."

Song Lingyan came next, looked at the dog that was aggrieved and begged for comfort, suppressed a smile, and pulled out the spikes from it.

"Wang Wang Wang."

The thorns were removed and the pain in the mouth no longer occurred. Wangcai regained his energy and barked at the jujube tree.

"It's a bit high!"

Song Lingyan stood on her tiptoes and tried to pick jujubes on the treetops, but she couldn't, which made her a little depressed.

Suddenly a dark shadow fell over his eyes. Li Xiaoyong came closer and reached out to pick it off.

Song Lingyan raised her eyelids quietly and compared the heights of the two, and became even more depressed.

Li Xiaoyong didn't seem to notice her little depression, so he picked off the jujubes and threw them to Wangcai.

Wangcai opened his mouth happily, caught it accurately, and chewed happily.

Li Xiaoyong picked off another one and continued to throw it to it.

Wangcai continued to eat, wagging his big tail and following behind him.

After eating more than a dozen wild dates in a row, Song Lingyan finally couldn't bear it anymore and protested with her cheeks pouted: "Hey, I want to eat it, why are you just feeding it to Wangcai?"

"You want to eat too?"

Li Xiaoyong paused in throwing the jujubes, and looking at her angry little face, the amusement in his eyes was obvious.

"I just said it..."

Song Lingyan said confidently: "I have liked eating jujubes since I was a child."

"Then you can eat."

Li Xiaoyong didn't want to argue with her, so he threw it to her.

Song Lingyan put it in her mouth without even thinking about it.

The next second, "Bah, bah, bah..." were all spat out.

The jujubes have been hanging on the tree for too long and have dried out and lost their moisture.

It deflates when you pinch it with your hands, and when you chew it in your mouth, it becomes dry and bitter, and not tasty at all.

"Wangcai, why are you so happy eating such unpalatable jujubes?"

Song Lingyan was embarrassed and stared at Wangcai angrily.

There was every suspicion that Wangcai was deceiving her.

"Wang Wang Wang."

Wangcai couldn't understand his sister's words, so he yelled a few times with his big innocent eyes open.

Li Xiaoyong smiled jokingly: "You give him a piece of wood to grind his teeth, and he can chew it happily."

"Cough cough."

Song Lingyan choked on her own spit, covered her mouth and coughed.

"Go down, it's windy on the mountain."

Li Xiaoyong smiled jokingly, patted Wangcai's big head, and took the lead to go down the mountain.

"Wang Wang Wang."

Wangcai had already been subdued by him, and he followed behind him.

Song Lingyan stared behind him for a few seconds, smiled in relief, and walked down the hillside following the traces left by a man and a dog.

~

In the evening, the lanterns are lit.

Around the edge of the reservoir, the small restaurants along the street were all lit up.

Some restaurants add to the festive atmosphere by hanging up strings of red lanterns, which look particularly beautiful under the moonlit night.

The manager of Qingquan Liuxiang Restaurant knew that the big boss was coming, so he personally picked up a fire whip from a bamboo pole and set off firecrackers at the gate.

Thank you to Little Fairy Cha Nuan Busi for your monthly ticket.

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