God-given peasant wife's good fortune

Chapter 895 Ze'er Extra Story (10)

Hearing this voice, Zhuang Liming's old face froze slightly. He never expected that this girl would come to tear down his platform. Looking at Shang Ze'er's eyes full of interest, he couldn't help laughing and said: "This girl was so scared when she came back. She ate two big bowls of rice, swept a few big dishes, and drank a big bowl of soup. This girl has never eaten so much, she must have been frightened.

Well, although this explanation was a bit far-fetched, Ze'er still decided to believe him.

Ze'er took a deep look at Zhuang Liming, then glanced towards the door, indicating that the people outside Zhuang Liming were still waiting for his reply.

Zhuang Liming cleared his throat and called out, "Come in."

Xianxian didn't know that Ze'er was inside, and as soon as Zhuang Liming finished speaking, she excitedly pushed away from the study and walked in.

But when she jumped into the study and saw the person sitting opposite her great-grandfather, she fell to the ground in fright.

This...how could this murderous and brutal person be here?

Xianxian stared at Ze'er defensively.

Although my grandfather said that the refugees he killed were not real refugees, but bad people who wanted to kill him. If he didn't kill those people, he would be killed. He only injured people in self-defense. The scene still couldn't help trembling.

Ze'er knew that today's scene was indeed a little scary for a six or seven-year-old child. He was thinking about whether he should get up and leave when he heard Zhuang Liming say angrily, "Nothing!"

Xianxian was afraid of Ze'er, but being rejected by her great-grandfather, her unyielding temperament was suddenly aroused.

"Great-grandfather, I slipped and fell accidentally!" Xianxian forced herself not to look at the murderous man, jumped up and rushed towards Zhuang Liming.

Ze'er looked at the stubborn look of the little white rabbit with a funny face, lightly pursed the corner of her lower lip, and stayed.

Zhuang Liming didn't go to expose the little girl, and said to her: "This game of chess is only halfway through, you continue to play for great-grandfather."

Seeing the little girl's tangled and hesitant expression, Zhuang Liming looked at her with contempt: "Or, you dare not?"

"Who says I dare not?!" Xianxian yelled angrily: "Just step down, who is afraid of whom?!"

After finishing speaking, Xianxian sneaked a glance at Ze'er who was sitting opposite.

To encourage her, Ze'er smiled at her.

It was good that Ze'er didn't smile, but this smile startled Xianxian again.

Terrible, really terrible!

For the first time, Xianxian knew that there are people in this world who laugh more scary than not laughing!
"What's the matter?" Zhuang Liming knew this girl's temperament too well, and provoked her again: "If you don't want to do it, forget it."

"Who says I don't want to get off!" Xianxian sat cross-legged on the seat vacated by her great-grandfather, straightened her back and stared at the person opposite to hide her embarrassment at him: "Whose turn is it?"

Ze'er raised the corners of her lips imperceptibly: "It's your turn."

After all, Xianxian is still young, her temperament is unstable, and her temperament is also jumpy, she has just started to play chess, but she didn't expect to play chess with Ze'er for nearly half an hour before finishing the game.

Although she lost, Xianxian still proudly raised her chin to her great-grandfather, as if to say: Look, my chess skills are not very bad.

Thinking of her playing chess with her great-grandfather, she would lose within ten moves every time, but she could play chess with this cruel guy for nearly half an hour. It seems that this person's chess skills are not very good!

Facing the disdain in the little girl's eyes, Zhuang Liming secretly laughed, Ze'er's chess skills were not much worse than his, and he would let her be patient with this girl for half an hour, and this little girl actually had the nerve to despise her.

But since Ze'er intended to make this little girl happy, Zhuang Liming didn't expose it, and laughed: "Well, there is progress!"

"Great-grandfather, can you tell me another story?" Xianxian looked at Zhuang Liming eagerly.

"Didn't I tell you an allusion this afternoon? I'll tell you tomorrow. Besides, my great-grandfather has something to tell you, Brother Yue Ze." Zhuang Liming said.

It's this guy again!

Xianxian was furious, thinking of him killing people without blinking an eye, but she didn't dare to stare at him anymore, she could only be dissatisfied with her great-grandfather: "He is not my brother!"

After finishing speaking, the little girl jumped down angrily, and ran out of the study without looking back.

"This girl has this temperament, but she has a good heart." Zhuang Liming explained.

"Yeah." Ze'er didn't remind Zhuang Liming, he said this yesterday.

Zhuang Liming took a look at Ze'er, not impatient, and turned to talk about the porridge shed: "Is there any way you can prevent what happened in the porridge shed today?"

Su's is the best at dealing with these matters, and Ze'er is her son, so maybe she can come up with a solution once and for all.

If Zhuang Liming didn't ask, Ze'er would not intervene in this matter, but since Zhuang Liming opened his mouth, Ze'er also said: "There are too many people who donate porridge, and it is inevitable that this kind of thing happens. There is no way to prevent this from happening.”

Zhuang Liming got up, went to the chair beside the coffee table and sat down, took off the boiling water on the charcoal stove: "Tell me."

Ze'er carefully took the kettle from Zhuang Liming's hand, and said while heating the teacup: "There are two ways, one is to distribute the refugees to the porridge sheds, and let the refugees take tokens to the corresponding porridge point to pick up the porridge. This keepsake can be a piece of cloth or something else, if it is a piece of cloth, you can go to the corresponding porridge shed to pick up the porridge, and the piece of cloth must be handed in when picking up the porridge, and the stewards of each porridge shed will distribute it to the refugees before the meal."

Zhuang Liming pondered for a while: "What about the second?"

"The second is to manage the porridge shed in a unified way, assign a trustworthy person to manage the accounts, and record everything from the purchase of rice noodles to the distribution of porridge for everyone to check. The accounts are made public and there is no need to worry about anyone being greedy. The way to get the porridge is the same as method [-], but I just don’t know if anyone is willing to take over the job of managing the accounts, after all, this job is thankless.” Ze’er said while putting the porridge together. The tea delivered to Zhuang Liming.

With so many businesses under his mother's hands, it is impossible for him to do everything by himself. What should be made public should be made public, so as to prevent some people who want to move their minds.

Zhuang Liming picked up the tea and sniffed it lightly, then put it down again: "Is there anyone willing to take over this errand, let's not talk about it, just tell me, which method do you think is better."

This kid clearly has a choice in his heart, but he deliberately said two ways, which is much more thoughtful than his father!
However, he likes it!

Ze'er looked up at him, Zhuang Liming stared and said, "Tell the truth!"

I still want to go around in circles with him!
Ze'er raised the corner of her lower lip lightly: "I'll choose the second."

"The reason." Zhuang Liming found that not only was this kid more thoughtful than his father, but he also cherished words more than his father, so he had to speak again.

"Unified management, when the rice and noodles are purchased in a unified manner, there will be no phenomenon of shoddy goods. This is good news for refugees." Ze'er said slowly.

(End of this chapter)