Chapter 1723 I'm still dead

On the day Song Ci returned to the mansion, Shangjing, which had been drought for several months, finally welcomed nectar. It rained several times in a row, which made many people cry with joy and shouted at the sky and earth to scold them. Why didn’t the rain come earlier? Even the autumn plowing was missed.

Some old crops are all about growing some winter wheat. Even if they grow some vegetables, they can handle the ingredients for this winter. By the way, they can also use greenhouses to grow some potatoes, which is also a good thing to fill their stomachs.

Hardworking people have made every effort to fill in some food for their cellar, and even used some clean tanks to store a tank of water for emergencies. This year, the severe drought has scared them all.

As the rain began to rain everywhere, news came one after another. Some refugees made some money in the earthquake-related reconstruction, and they were eager to go back to their hometown. After all, it was already October. If they could do odd jobs and make money, they could at least go home before the New Year, renovate their homes and renovate the land, and prepare for spring plowing in the blink of an eye.

This is what Song Ci said to her when she was resting in Chunhui Hall, and her descendants and daughters-in-law came to talk to her.

In addition to these trivial things, she also heard about the affairs of the government, such as a concubine Zhao of King Xiao who died of an emergency illness, while Zhao's concubine Zhao's mother's family, the Zhao family, was dismissed from her official position and confiscated her home. The charge was said to be corruption and bribery.

But Song Ci knew that this was just an external statement, and the real sin was probably a rebellion.

It is worth mentioning that when the Zhang family was confiscated, King Xiao and his family were urgently sent to the fiefdom to be vassals, and they could not be delayed for a moment.

So if you taste it carefully, if this business is not related to King Xiao, who would believe it?

But Song Ci didn't ask in detail. Now she is just a real old Fengjun, resting in peace and quiet. Listening to the gossip and rumor that the Song family let her hear, she acts as a pastime.

It rained in the capital, and the weather suddenly became colder. Song Ci was wrapped like a baby bear. She watched several great-grandchildren playing on the bed of the Arhat. Her eyes looked outside and she felt a little impatient on her face.

"What's he here again?"

Madam Gong saw that it was Mr. Song, and he was here again.

Since Song Ci returned to his house, he has been reporting every day without any effort, and has just looked at Song Ci and left.

Old Master Song walked in and, as before, looked at Song Ci first, then saw several great-grandchildren, and said, "Everything is here."

Song Ci said: "If you don't raise your flowers in your yard and tease your birds, why do I do this every day?"

Listen to this disgusting tone?

Old Master Song didn't think about it and replied: "I'll come if I want to come, but I'm still so terrified?" As soon as he said that, he glanced at her carefully and whispered: "I'm just bored and walking around."

Song Ci glanced at him and looked at him so uncomfortable that he said, "Don't worry, I'm still not dead, don't be afraid that I will suddenly stretch my legs and close my eyes."

Madam Gong's face turned green.

Old Master Song was also so angry that he jumped up and said, "You are alive and you can't forgive others if you have lived in this age. You can't say a few nice words, do you have to curse yourself?"

Song Ci curled her lips and couldn't speak beautiful words to you.

"Madam, the Sixth Master is back." The vernal equinox, which had already combed the woman's head, came to report with a smile.

Song Ci was immediately overjoyed: "Brother Dan? Let me in quickly."

"Grandmother!" A small figure rushed in like an arrow.
Chapter completed!