“It seems you have some family background, but you shouldn’t treat the heroes of our Datian Village like this. You’re abusing your power. As the village head, I disagree, and the villagers of Datian Village also disagree.”
The two were utterly astonished and speechless for a long time.
It's actually true! This is unbelievable! My God, is this little girl a genius?
Seeing a craftsman approaching, the boy asked him, "Uncle, is this the village head?"
Because it was so shocking, he had to verify it again.
"That's right, this is Zhao, the village head of Datian Village. He's very responsible and often comes up to check on the bridge's progress and encourage everyone," the uncle said with a smile.
The boy's gaze fell on Qiao Lian'er's face, and the expression on his face was one of indescribable admiration.
"It seems there really are child prodigies."
The little boy's dark eyes sparkled: "Little girl, you're really amazing. I misunderstood you."
"I wonder if I could have your autograph?"
Qiao Lian'er: "Ah, an autograph?"
"Yes, yes, I admire you very much. Please sign your name for me. I will use your name to encourage myself and urge myself to keep improving."
Seeing that Qiao Lian'er was only seven or eight years old and already so amazing, the little boy was deeply moved.
"No need for this."
The two had just been at loggerheads, and now that they were asked for autographs, Qiao Lian'er was really a little unaccustomed to it.
Moreover, she wasn't the original creator of this bridge, so she shouldn't take credit for it.
"No, you have to sign this for me. I won't leave until you sign it."
The little boy shouted upwards, "Go and get the pen and ink." There were two people guarding the slope above. Upon hearing the order, one of them immediately turned around and went.
Zhao Lizheng shook his head and smiled. It seemed that the children had gotten into a fight here, but now they were at peace again. Children are good; they don't really hold grudges over any unpleasantness.
“Little girl, that’s how my brother is. He respects capable people. But this is the first time he’s asked someone for an autograph. He really admires you.”
The young man smiled faintly, his features as gentle as a breeze and as smooth as jade.
Qiao Lian'er was somewhat helpless. "Signature it is then. It's just a name."
When the servant brought pen, ink, and paper, the little boy didn't even glance at the paper. He squatted down and spread his sleeves out on a flat stone slab.
"Little girl, sign here."
His sleeves were all white and wide, indeed suitable for signing, but this action left Qiao Lian'er puzzled.
"Writing words on clothes?"
"Yes, paper is easy to lose and yellows easily, so writing on clothes will preserve it for longer."
"But when the clothes are washed, the writing gets blurry and disappears."
"Then I'll never wash again," the little boy said firmly.
Qiao Lian'er: "..."
"Let's forget about it. The motivation is enough in our hearts."
"No, no, you must sign it. That way, it will be a greater motivator. When I'm being playful, seeing your name will make me more diligent."
The little boy leaned over mysteriously and said, "Little girl, if you don't give me your autograph, I won't honor the twenty taels."
He could tell that this girl was a little money-grubber.
What a person likes is their weakness, hmph.
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