These people, who would never have crossed paths in their entire lives, somehow ended up together. It's quite strange that they hadn't interacted in previous years.

Su Jiaoniang said, "Don't panic, don't hit the child. It has been proven that blood testing is not a proper method of kinship testing. As an adult, do you not know whether your child is your own?" Su Jiaoniang glanced at Lu Dashan as she spoke.

"What, now your brother-in-law still suspects your sister-in-law of cheating on you? Actually, there's no need to doubt it. Yang Fugui was already hugging and cuddling with someone in the stable earlier." Su Jiaoniang said with a provocative expression on her face.

Lu Dashan's expression darkened further; he didn't want to hear those words.

Seeing that Lu Dashan's expression was not good, Lu Congrong hugged her headless dog and dared not take a step forward. Although she was not very bright, she was very sensitive to danger.

She had a premonition that if she got close, she would be hurt.

Lu Dashan wanted to say something more, but those who had received Su Jiaoniang's scientific education and gained a new understanding of blood-drop kinship testing had completely lost patience with him. If Lu Dashan hadn't made such a fuss, they wouldn't have doubted that their son wasn't their son, or their father wasn't their father, and they even wanted to go back and beat their wives.

Fortunately, I managed to control my temper and didn't punch the child, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain myself now.

"Get to work, get to work! You're not even getting enough to eat from the Su family every day, what are you doing here watching the show?" Zhang the blacksmith said, shooing the workers back to their jobs.

Silence returned to the spot.

Lu Dashan was utterly humiliated.

Only Su Jiaoniang was watching him with a cold smile.

This kind of gaze, as if watching a clown perform on stage, made Lu Dashan very uncomfortable.

He was about to say something when a wooden stick was shoved into his throat: "Have you thought about what to say? If you're not speaking human language, you don't need a tongue anymore, just become a mute."

The threatening words of Su's mother rang in his ears.

Lu Dashan swallowed hard.

He slowly backed away, watching the stick slip from his mouth, barely daring to breathe, and turned to run home.

Lu Congrong glanced at Su Jiaoniang, then at Lu Dashan who had run away, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes. What was she going to do? Where was she going?

Su Jiaoniang ignored Lu Congrong. She thought Lu Congrong was also a strange person. He was holding a lifeless dog and there was no fear on his face. He was just staring blankly and she didn't know what he was thinking.

It seems that none of the Lu family members are normal.

She returned to her construction site and continued working. Why bother arguing with a little kid? She'd rather spend that time working on her own little yard. The yard she wanted was different from those in ordinary villages.

For a more convenient living environment and a cleaner environment, use stones ground from riverbanks and hilltops instead of adobe bricks.

If you can build a flush toilet, then don't bother with a typical dry toilet.

Although these days, villagers' pigsties are connected to manure pits, so people eat food and defecate, and then the pigs and dogs eat it all! They only eat meat during the New Year…

Su Jiaoniang quickly withdrew her thoughts. If she continued thinking about it, she wouldn't need to eat meat for the next few days. She only needed to know how some meat was produced; she didn't need to recall it.

The sun rose at midday.

Su Jiaoniang helped Jiang prepare lunch. It was still white rice, fragrant meat, and some small green vegetables. The combination of meat and vegetables was nutritious and balanced. The people who had worked ate until they were full.

In the sweltering summer heat, to fill their stomachs, these people would spread a straw mat on the ground and sleep directly under the tree.

After a short rest, I woke up and continued building the house.

Su Jiaoniang went to check the two children's homework. They had done it very well and even wrote poems. Looking at the line "When will we meet again? This night is so hard to bear," it was as if Li Bai's great poem had been written.

Her teeth ached, and she looked at Zhang Sanzhu.

Zhang Sanzhu's resentful, flushed gaze fell on her.

The moment their eyes met, Zhang Sanzhu abruptly looked away, like a startled gray rabbit. Su Jiaoniang realized that this person was revealing the poems she had heard to the child, and the child casually wrote them down on paper as if practicing calligraphy. Zhang Sanzhu's memory was so good.

Changsheng glanced at Sanzhu and shook his head slightly. Even a six-year-old child like him knew that pursuing women like this wouldn't work. If you can't win someone over, it's better to give up early and let it go.

Xiao Changsheng felt a little anxious when he thought of his uncle.

I wonder when that uncle will come. If he doesn't come soon, the godmother he found for himself will become someone else's wife. What a great candidate to be a mother!

Even someone as simple-minded as Zhang Sanzhu could see that his godmother was a good woman.

Why!

If I weren't so young, only six years old...

Xiao Changsheng tugged at Su Jiaoniang's clothes and tentatively asked, "Godmother, if you were considering a partner, would you choose someone fifteen years younger than you?"

"..." So what if I'm fifteen? Who did I offend?

Who doesn't love a young, handsome man?

"Why are you asking this? Have you finished writing the characters and caught up with the progress of the Buddha?" Su Jiaoniang did not directly answer Xiao Changsheng's question. She did not want to be the one being questioned; she only wanted to be the one asking questions.

Changsheng's expectant gaze slowly lowered.

He was indeed the right choice to be the son.

He gets guilty and lowers his head when asked a question; he has no manly spirit at all!

"I'll try my best." After Changsheng finished speaking, Futu slowly moved to the opposite side of Su Jiaoniang, and obediently called out, "Mother!"

"..." Su Jiaoniang felt something was wrong.

If the person standing here were Xiaoya, she would think of her as a sweet and caring daughter, but this is Futu, a very cunning child.

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