70s: Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder, Sold the House to Go to the Countryside

Woke up to find herself transmigrated as a small, parentless cannon fodder character in a book. What?! The cannon fodder even had a love-struck brain? How annoying!

When did her, Lu Wensheng&...

Chapter 419 Why is this kid still so cowardly...

Su Qishan suppressed the urge to kill, snatched the letter and tore it open, and what caught his eyes were those familiar yet weak words.

Without looking at the signature, he knew it was written by Mr. Meng, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Oh, your grandfather's handwriting is getting worse and worse. It seems that he won't live for many days. Look at how floating the words are. It's obvious that his hands are weak!

He is quite interesting. He never took care of you since you were a child, but now he remembers to write to you. He must have some unsolvable problem and wants to use you."

He knew his mortal enemy too well. This man had contributed a lot behind the scenes to get him sent to this remote area.

Meng Qingtang lowered his head and said nothing: As expected, the person who knows my grandfather best is my grandfather, but I have something to ask of him, right?

After venting his dissatisfaction, Su Qishan stopped talking and read the contents of the letter at a glance.

Seeing the end, he couldn't help but sneer out loud, and tore the letter into pieces in a few seconds, mocking:

"What a joke. What era is this and still wanting to marry? This old idiot is really going backwards as he gets older."

He didn't even call him "your grandfather" anymore. He just used the curse words he learned in the village over the years.

Meng Qingtang suddenly felt that his grandfather's words were quite sharp and his insults were quite accurate. After all, he was just an old coward and it seemed that he would not live for many more days.

The Meng family is in a precarious situation. Such a large family can't even find someone who can take on the responsibility. No wonder they want to set their sights on the grandson who has been kicked out of the house.

I was afraid of getting beaten, so I wanted to laugh but I held it back.

In fact, he didn't care much about his family asking him to go back to arrange a marriage. He wasn't going back anyway, so why should he waste his time and energy caring about people and things that had nothing to do with him? It would be better if the Meng family collapsed!

"Grandpa, please don't be angry. He can do whatever he wants. I have nothing to do with them anymore. If you don't allow me, I don't even want to have the last name Meng!"

There was a hint of resentment in Meng Qingtang's words.

Anyway, his current household registration is in Ping'an Brigade, and he is also in Ping'an Brigade, so the Meng family has no way to do anything to him.

Su Qishan was also confused by anger. After Meng Qingtang reminded him of this, he was not as angry as before:

"You're right. I'm telling you that Xiaotang, that old bastard, won't have a good ending. Not only did he plot to kill my daughter and your father, but now he's plotting against you. I don't know what he wants in his life."

Meng Qingtang sneered in his heart, what else could he want? Selfish people value fame and wealth more than their children!

But I was afraid that saying it would only cause trouble to my grandfather, so I just agreed:

"Yes, yes, yes, Grandpa is right!"

Suddenly he remembered that Uncle Xiaoxie could change his surname, so he asked tentatively: "Grandpa, how about I change my surname to Su too?"

Su Qishan waved his hands quickly: "That won't do. You still have to have the surname Meng. After that old coffin dies, you still have to go back to fight for the property. When you get the property, we can spend it together."

Meng Qingtang thought it made sense, and from then on he never thought about changing his surname again. He only wanted to go home and fight for the property!

I chatted with my grandfather for a long time, and only after he had calmed down did I feel a little hungry.

Just as I was about to say goodbye and go back to eat, my stomach rumbled at an inopportune time.

Su Qishan looked at his grandson in front of him with a look of disappointment, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: He didn't even tell me he was hungry...

If it was Xiao Xie, he would have cried and begged me to cook noodles for him.

"Okay, go back and eat. We'll talk about the future later."

Su Qishan ordered him to leave, but why is this kid still so cowardly...

Li Sihai: Your kid is not a coward...

When Meng Qingtang arrived home, everyone had already finished their meal and went back to their rooms to lie down. After all, they had to get up early the next day to go to the county town, so it was better to go to bed early.

He tiptoed into the kitchen, took out the buns and porridge left for him from the pot, and took Dahua back to his room to eat.

He had to think carefully about how to cause trouble for the Meng family without anyone noticing...

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next day

Maybe because he went to bed early last night, Lu Wensheng got dressed before daybreak.

She was practicing boxing in the yard when Meng Qingtang came in to get the shoulder pole and bucket.

To be honest, since he moved out of the educated youth camp, he rarely saw Shengsheng get up so early. This was the first time.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he had seen it wrong, he looked up at the sky twice, as if he wanted to see where the sun was rising from today.

This action of his completely annoyed Lu Wensheng: "What? You've never seen me get up early before!"

Meng Qingtang was afraid of being beaten, so he smiled awkwardly and hurriedly walked away with the bucket, muttering to himself as he walked: I have never seen...

Lu Wensheng was furious: It's just that the weather is cold and I want to stretch my muscles. Is it a big deal to do it one or two times?

This morning, when Shen Lingling saw her getting dressed, she had a look of astonishment on her face. If it weren't for the campaign to destroy the four olds, she would have definitely found a fortune-teller to perform some magic tricks on her!

"Shengsheng, how about we have pie and porridge in the morning?" Shen Lingling shouted through the window after she heard no sound outside.

"Okay, I'll wash my face and then help you." Lu Wensheng was walking into the house carrying a copper basin.

Shen Lingling made a piece of dough before going to bed last night. She happened to have some pork stuffing left over, and she cut a handful of leeks to make some of Shengsheng’s favorite leek egg boxes.

When Lu Wensheng came in, Shen Lingling was frying eggs. She looked at the juicy leeks in the enamel basin and said with regret:

"Is this the last handful of chives? From now on, we will have to eat radishes, cabbages, and various dried vegetables..."

Shen Lingling took the eggs out of the pot and comforted him: "When the time comes, we will build a row of wooden boxes around the fire wall in the house, sprinkle some rapeseed, and if the charcoal fire is sufficient, we will be able to eat small green vegetables in a few days!

You can also grow various bean sprouts. We will distribute food in a few days, so we will ask for more peanuts and soybeans then."

Seeing that she had made all the arrangements, Lu Wensheng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get you whatever you need when the time comes. I'll take care of you this winter!"

Speaking of this topic, Shen Lingling hurriedly washed her hands: "Speaking of this, I almost forgot about the main thing. You pack it yourself first. I will go back to the room to sort out the manuscript. It's just right to send it out today."

Lu Wensheng took the dough from her hand and kneaded it quickly: "Just take your time, I'll make breakfast."

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible!"

After returning to the room, Shen Lingling sorted out some of the manuscripts she had written recently, put them into envelopes one by one, filled in the addresses, and confirmed them carefully several times to prevent confusion. After sealing the envelopes and affixing stamps, she checked them carefully again before putting them into the bag.

Just at this moment, the unique aroma of chive dumplings came from the kitchen, and the one who was lighting the fire was "Little Luzi Gonggong"

After being in the countryside for so long, the only things he knows how to do are to light fire and wash dishes, and he controls the heat very well!