After hearing the words of the patriarch Lin, Lin Caisang was stunned and felt warm.
Sure enough, it's different from the surname that separates the surname. Her surname is Lin, so when the leader of Lin hears about the incident of Liangjidao, he will think that doing so will be bad for her reputation, and the leader of the clan of Ya just thinks that he can
What benefits are obtained?
"Also, the one in your seventh uncle's house was lucky enough to meet me at that time. I didn't ask her to tell you about digging a puddle. This is not a trivial matter, even if it's a thorn fence, those young kids
What do they know? They even dare to thorn in the pile of thorns, but why are they afraid of thorning the fence? This is impossible."
When Lin Caisang was stunned, he heard the patriarch Lin say again.
"It's someone else's business if someone else wants to dig a puddle. If you say this, you will blame you for anything happening to someone else's family in the future! Why don't you think about the consequences of doing things?
Woolen cloth?"
After saying that, he picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them in his mouth.
"This is a matter, but... I thought I had to dig the puddle, otherwise I wouldn't be able to plant rice in this second season." Lin Caisang said.
"This is not something that must be dug or not."
When the leader of the clan Lin heard her words, he glared at her, put down the rice bowl of rice serving wine, and knocked hard on the table with one hand.
"What do you think of this child? Why don't you come to tell the grandfather of the clan leader? If you had this idea long ago, the grandfather of the clan leader could give you an idea."
"The clan leader's grandfather means..."
Lin Caisang was a little confused. What else could he do to be better than what she thought about now?
"I……"
"Grandpa Lin, Grandma Qiubo, huh, Clan Chief Lin is here too."
Just as the leader of the clan Lin was about to speak, he heard a sound coming from outside the main hall and a figure walked in.
"It's Mo Lian, why did you come here so late?" Clan Chief Lin turned to look at him and asked.
"My house is next door. I heard about rice today."
Ya Molian looked at Lin Caisang, he was here to clean up the mess for her. This girl is so good that she dared to say anything.
"Why, the leader of the Ya asked you to come?" Hearing this, the leader of the Lin tribe narrowed his old eyes dangerously.
If the old man surnamed Ya really dared to do something at this time, be careful that he would not let Sangsang grow rice for the Ya clan for two seasons.
"Have the leader of the Ya tribe also came?" Ya Molian looked at Lin Caisang.
"I met on the way back and chatted a few casually." Lin Caisang spoke embarrassedly.
"But I didn't say anything to him. After all, my surname is Lin. I have to communicate with the patriarch Grandpa, you first. You nodded and agreed, right?"
She quickly added.
"You kid, tell me about you..."
When the patriarch Lin heard her words, he became even more angry, but he thought that Lin Caisang was still thinking about him, so he couldn't say anything else.
"Grandpa, Brother Mo Lian, it's really not Sangsang's fault today. It was when I was talking to Sangsang, and Aunt Tao was listening to it. Neither of us noticed it."
Seeing that the head of Lin and Ya Molian were not in good looks, Lin Changhong spoke up to explain to his girl.
"Later, there was no other way, so I said a few words to Aunt Tao. At that time, Aunt Tao promised us that she would not say anything. Who knew that her mouth was so unreliable."
"Where can the woman's mouth be reliable?" Lin Laogeng said angrily.
Of course, he was reluctant to blame Sangsang, so he stared at Lin Changhong, his grandson. What is the grandson used for? Isn’t it just used to push the jar to his baby granddaughter?