Back at the Song family compound, Ziyi picked out two wilted fish for dinner and put the rest into the tank. "I'm going fishing tomorrow. I'll fill this tank up so Mom and Dad can have fish to eat every day."

Mr. Mo happened to be coming to the backyard to get something. When he heard Ziyi's words, he was very relieved, but at the same time he felt sad. He looked at other people's children and then thought about his own children. Alas.

Not only sad, but also heartbreaking.

We had grilled fish for dinner. Song Yun cooked it and it tasted naturally delicious. Everyone enjoyed it very much.

After dinner, the family gathered in the backyard to drink tea and chat, which was their daily routine.

But today there is one more thing, grinding beans.

Qi Mo Nan was responsible for turning the grinding wheel, Song Yun cut the beans, and Zi Yi used a small brush to sweep the edges. The three of them worked in perfect harmony.

The others chatted, glancing at Qi Mo Nan and Song Yun from time to time.

The looks of both of them now have been discounted due to their previous island experiences. They are not at their peak, but they are still very pleasing to the eye.

Mo Lao nudged Qi Lao with his elbow and whispered, "Mo Nan and Xiao Yun, what's going on now?"

Old Qi picked up the teacup and took a sip, his face wrinkled with a smile, "When it comes to young people's affairs, we old guys shouldn't get involved blindly and just wait to believe what they say."

Having said that, the wrinkles on his face betrayed everything; there was clearly progress.

How could Mr. Mo not understand his old friend? Seeing his old friend's expression, he knew there was nothing he didn't understand. He also laughed foolishly, "Hey, we'll wait and hear what you said."

Of course, Old Qi had asked his precious grandson about this matter in private. Although Mo Nan did not say anything definite, looking at his macho red face, he knew that their relationship had made progress.

However, Mo Nan didn't say much, so he didn't ask any more questions. The time had come, so he just waited to drink the wedding wine.

The leisure time after dinner is always short. After grinding the beans, Song Yun poured the juice into the pot to cook, and then told her parents to go to bed. They had to get up early to go to work the next day and could not sleep too late at night.

No one is going to work, and several people continue to work.

Qi Mo'nan and Si Fengqi were chopping firewood in the yard, Ziyi was lighting the fire, Song Yun was making tofu, and Ji Yuanhui was sitting under the lamp, carefully studying the Lingnan herbs sent by Jin Fengying, taking notes from time to time. He was busy until ten o'clock. Song Yun finished washing up and was ready to go to bed, but at this time, someone knocked on the gate of the yard, very urgently, and accompanied by shouting.

Qi Monan was the fastest and went to open the door in his vest.

As soon as the door opened, an old lady with a wrinkled face asked anxiously, "Is this Song Zhiqing's home?"

Qi Mo Nan nodded, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

The old lady looked anxious, her eyes red as she said, "Can you please call Song Zhiqing for me? Please ask her to save my granddaughter."

Song Yun had already put on her clothes and walked out. Seeing that it was an unfamiliar old lady, she asked, "Are you from the village? I haven't seen you before."

The old lady wiped her face and said, "I'm from Xiaoxi Village. My granddaughter accidentally fell into the river today. She hasn't woken up since she was rescued. I'm afraid of her, afraid that she—"

When she heard Xiaoxi Village, Song Yun couldn't help but frown.

Yang Lifen and Song Ziyi frowned when they heard the noise. They still remembered clearly the incident in Xiaoxi Village. Not to say that the people there were all bad, but the customs of the people were definitely very bad, incomparable to Qinghe Village.

The old lady obviously knew about this, but she didn't care. She just wanted her granddaughter to survive. She fell to her knees with a plop, and was about to kowtow. "Song Zhiqing, please, save my granddaughter. She's only seventeen."

Qi Mo Nan hurriedly helped the old lady up and said, "If you have something to say, please talk to her nicely. Don't kneel down and kowtow, it's embarrassing."