You have her thinking about it, are you seventy?

hehe

The village chief smiled and stroked his beard. What is the person in your seventies there?

Well, Shen Qingci nodded. It was rare to be seventy years old. If she could live to seventy, she would have died. She had only lived to be less than thirty years old in her previous life and had already returned to her soul.

You haven't noticed that our village is different from other places?

No, Shen Qingci didn't feel anything. In her opinion, there was no difference, but the place was safer and quieter, so there was no war and no dispute.

You are not curious, Dadong?

The village chief asked again, but he knew that Shen Qingci hadn't noticed these things yet.

Hum? Shen Qingci blinked.

Is there anything wrong with Dadong?

Dadong is twenty-fourth.

The village chief reminded Shen Qingci.

Oh, Shen Qingci understood, was Dadong adopted?

And apart from that, she really couldn't think of it, and there was another explanation.

Dadong's face was simple, and he was at least twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Xiao Dongniang seemed to be a few years older than her, so it was impossible for her to give birth to such a big son?

The people of Dongling have always been kind, and they have always been in trouble with the family. Perhaps the adult from a family died unfortunately and left such a child, so they were finally picked up by the village chief and raised to his own name.

What are you talking nonsense? The village chief put on his face.

Dadong is my grandson and was born to Xiaodongniang.

Shen Qingci quickly covered his mouth, but he didn't spray out the water he had just drunk.

Village Chief, are you joking

Shen Qingci didn't believe it. How old is Xiao Dong Niang? How could she give birth to a son like Dadong? She may not be as old as Dadong?

Do you think the old man came here to joke with you? The village chief shook his head and said, "You little girl, you have never had any other thoughts on this matter, even though you have thought too much."

Shen Qingci knew that he had a lot of thoughts, and since he had already had a lot of thoughts, why did he have to think about it?

Dadong is already in his early twenties, so it is impossible for him to be Xiaodongniang's son, so the village chief must be joking.

How could the village chief not see it? Shen Qingci’s smile in his eyes. What, she still thought he couldn’t joke here, but in Shen Qingci’s eyes, she thought so.

The village chief raised his face and his beard was also squinted, and he had already hummed at Shen Qingci's doubts.

He has always been a perfect match in the village. He has been the village chief for so many years, but no one dares not believe his words.

But others are someone else, Shen Qingci is Shen Qingci. Shen Qingci saved their Dongling people and their descendants in the future. They really can't afford this kindness.

So no matter who he is angry with, he will never be angry with Shen Qingci.

I am one hundred and ten years old this year.

The village chief caressed his beard gently, and it would be no problem for me to live for another twenty years.

Shen Qingci was a little short of spewing out the flower tea that he had just drunk into his mouth. If she hadn't had her two lifetimes of concentration, she might have already made a fool of herself now.

She put down her cup and stared at the village chief's face seriously.

It seems that I don't believe it very much.

Xiao Dongniang is also forty.
Chapter completed!