After walking for about dozens of miles, they arrived at a dilapidated farmhouse.

Lin Bing got out of the car and immediately carried the child back to the car.

She touched her chest in confusion.

The reason why she reacted so strongly was because the scene just now was so shocking.

The yard of the farmhouse was wide open, and she actually saw several graves in the middle of the yard.

In an instant, goose bumps covered her entire body.

There are probably no living people in this house.

Otherwise, no one would be willing to live with the dead.

The Song family's situation is not much better than Lin Bing's.

But they were adults after all, so they were not scared away.

Duan Dinglan was also in a particularly heavy mood.

She explained softly to Old Lady Song and the others:

"Please don't mind me, my sister-in-law has had a hard life. Her family members passed away a long time ago, and they died at home."

Because people died in the house, this place became a haunted house.

Naturally, it is no longer habitable.

It was Zhou Qingwan's own idea to build the tomb in the yard.

It’s not that it’s convenient for worship.

At least, Zhou Qingwan's gaze didn't fall on the graves in the yard at all.

…

Everyone's mood was a little complicated for a moment.

Zhou Qingwan didn't care.

"Sister, turn in from here, and in less than 500 meters you'll find my family's green plum forest."

Everyone walked to the place Zhou Qingwan mentioned.

Sure enough, it was a green plum forest that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Mom, look at the quality of these plums. Can they be used to make green plum jam?"

Old Mrs. Song nodded:

"These plums are of better quality than the ones we used before. It would be a bit of a waste to use them to make jam."

The fruits on each green plum tree are exceptionally round and shiny.

Just one look at it can make one's appetite full.

It is hard to imagine that such delicious green plums can grow in a place like theirs.

Moreover, it seems that no one is taking care of it.

Zhou Qingwan said softly:

"Just use it. There aren't many people here anymore. If you don't use it, it'll just rot in the ground."

She was quite direct in her approach.

Old Mrs. Song looked at Duan Dinglan somewhat embarrassedly.

It seems that in order to communicate with Zhou Qingwan, I still have to rely on Duan Dinglan.

Duan Dinglan coughed lightly.

He first gave the old lady a soothing look.

Then his eyes fell directly on Zhou Qingwan, and he said softly:

"Wanwan, the green plums here are really good. We'll charge you 50 cents per pound. We'll give you as many as you want."

Zhou Qingwan didn't quite agree.

"If you want to use it, just pick it and use it. No need to pay."

Her expression was indifferent, and she was not lying.

"How can I not use the money? Since you are the only one left in your family, this money should have been given to you."

Zhou Qingwan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and suddenly she laughed softly, not knowing what she was thinking of.

"If it really doesn't work, just burn the money for the people in that yard."

Her words were truly shocking.

Duan Dinglan quickly covered her mouth:

"Wanwan, don't say that. We have comrades from the city here."

Lin Bing and Li Weize, who were standing aside, looked at each other.

Not surprisingly, they both heard Zhou Qingwan's unorthodox words.

As a public official, she really couldn't laugh at such words.

Her goddaughter's aunt seemed a little abnormal.

"Sister Xiaolin, I'm sorry, Wanwan is just a little tired."

After all, she was concerned about Lin Bing's identity and didn't want to cause any trouble for Zhou Qingwan.

Song Rushuang, who was held in Lin Bing's arms, had an extremely solemn expression on her face.

She looked at Zhou Qingwan almost without blinking.

A hint of satisfaction could be seen on her face.

In just a blink of an eye, a look of pain suddenly appeared on her face again.

She didn't say such words willingly.

But she couldn't seem to help herself.

Song Rushuang's heart sank.

My aunt seems to be sick.

If possible, she wanted to make her aunt better.

In her previous life, when she was in an orphanage, there was an aunt like this around her.

I often say some bad things and I can't control my mouth. I feel painful after I finish speaking.

Zhou Qingwan’s situation is exactly the same.

The final outcome for that aunt was not very good, which caused Song Rushuang to be haunted by her for a long time.

So this time, she has to get back all her regrets on Zhou Qingwan.

After all, she is my relative and my aunt.

The Song brothers coughed, and after getting a nod from Duan Dinglan, they all took action and climbed up the tree to pick green plums.

Lin Bing wanted to hold the child, so Li Weize naturally followed her up the tree to help.

Under the tree, Duan Dinglan looked at Zhou Qingwan with concern.

"Wanwan, come home with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qingwan didn't even want to think about it, and just shook his head indifferently.

"Thank you, sister, but I don't want to go back."

Duan Dinglan was heartbroken, knowing that she didn't want to go back and be saddened by the scene.

"I'm not going back to the Duan family, but to the Song family."

Zhou Qingwan tilted her head and looked at Duan Dinglan.

She didn't object directly.

This also gave Duan Dinglan a glimmer of hope.

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