The scumbag dad and his family are back in Beijing?
But, what's up with his hair? Are you addicted to shaving your head?
Song Sanzhu and his friends arrived at noon, and they waited and waited, but their daughter did not come.
Xiaoqiu and his friends were not closed for school yet, so he kept hanging around Jinfang for a long time. Xiao Jinfang and Xiangcao were being talked to by her second grandmother and a group of aunts and women in the village, and they ignored him.
Especially after Zhang Bangchui's twins woke up, both girls and boys surrounded the two ugly children and were extremely fond of them. He stuffed the red envelopes into the two kids' pockets as if they were free.
He couldn't bear to watch this scene. These two kids were so ugly, what was so special about them?
The noise in the yard made him very dissatisfied. His daughter worked so hard, but these people knew that they were happy and didn't think about who earned this happy life for them.
Suddenly I miss my daughter.
So he sneaked out to wait for his daughter. Why didn't his bright daughter come back so late?
Song Sanzhu, with a bald head, looked eagerly.
Seeing Song Jinxiu's carriage from afar, his peach blossom eyes lit up like the brightest stars in the night sky. In an instant, all his waiting and longing turned into joy, and he ran over shouting, "My daughter is back, my daughter is back."
His voice was filled with endless joy and excitement, as if to awaken the entire world.
He trotted all the way to the carriage and said, "Girl, you're back. Are you tired? Come home and rest."
He urged Su Chuan again: "Don't just stand there, girl. Hurry up and get on the bus to go home. My daughter is tired."
Su Chuan: Master, are you a ghost? It's so abnormal.
Su Chuan continued to drive the carriage. He trotted behind the carriage, his bright eyes filled with longing, joy, admiration and trust.
It was as if she, his daughter, was his support, his rock, his spiritual harbor, his confidence, and his heaven.
Song Jinxiu stared blankly at this scumbag father. His dancing with joy gave her the illusion that:
Why does the scumbag dad look like a left-behind child who suddenly sees his mother who has returned from working far away? Why is it so weird to be jumping and running and announcing to the world: "My mother is back, my father is back"?
Did he do something bad? Why do I feel like this is a weasel paying a New Year's greeting to the chicken - is everything not well?
Everyone who heard the noise came out to greet them. Seeing her relatives from her hometown, Song Jinxiu's mood, which had been tiring for the whole day, instantly improved.
She called out, "Second Grandma, Old Fifth Master, Second Grandpa, Fifth Aunt...
While lifting the car curtain, he jumped out of the car.
Suddenly, the whole family, led by Old Fifth Master, knelt on the ground and said, "Greetings, Princess."
Song Jinxiu was startled, and Song Sanzhu, who was circling around him, was also stunned. Seeing that the idiot Zhang Bangchui was kowtowing and saluting seriously, he was even more at a loss and bent his knees, not knowing whether to kneel down or kneel down.
"Master Wu, you are embarrassing me."
Song Jinxiu quickly stepped forward, lifted up Old Fifth Master, and said to the head and his wife, "Second Grandpa, Second Grandma, what are you doing? How can an elder kneel down to worship the younger? Everyone, get up quickly."
The fifth master stood up and said with a serious face: "The etiquette between the monarch and his subjects cannot be abolished. Princess, you are the monarch now, and you should accept this etiquette."
Song Jinxiu sighed, helped her old man to sit down, and then helped the head of the village and his wife to sit down. Then she knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"In that case, then the relationship between the ruler and the minister comes first, and the family comes second. But we won't do this in our own home anymore."
The old man couldn't stand Song Jinxiu's three heads of coldness, and his eyes turned red, "Good boy, you can't do it, get up quickly."
This child is already a princess. He treats his clan elders in this way. He is truly a sincere and kind child.
The wife of the head of the village took her hand and said, "Second Madam must have done good deeds in her lifetime to let her meet a child like you."
She never dreamed that this adopted granddaughter would be so wealthy.
The headman's eyes blinked and his eye circles were red, but he stood straight and his face was full of pride.
He had long seen that this girl was not a good person, and had thought that he could use this girl's influence to find wives for Chun and Qiu, and he would be satisfied.
Unexpectedly, this girl was more than just a creature from the pond, she was a golden phoenix that flew out of their ravine! The entire Songjia Village benefited from it.
No, not only Songjia Village, the curved plow made by the girl is also used by the whole Cangwu. No wonder the emperor's family values her so much. They must have seen the good of the girl just like me.
The head of the village suddenly felt that he had a sense of familiarity with the emperor's hometown, whom he had never met.
Song Jinxiu didn't know what the head of the village was thinking. She looked around and greeted everyone enthusiastically.
The family didn't even have dinner, they were all waiting for Song Jinxiu.
Because I had a good lunch, I had light porridge and side dishes for dinner, which was easy to digest.
They had dinner together and chatted about family matters. Zhang Zihan told her the old patriarch's instructions and gave her a basket of letters.
Song Jinxiu saw a basket of letters. Through Zhang Zihan and the aunts and sisters' narration, a scene of villagers scrambling to deliver letters soon appeared in front of her, which reminded her of the scene when the villagers donated money to her brother.
The bond between her and her fellow villagers began with that donation. That donation not only gave her gratitude, but also motivated her to integrate into this family.
Old Fifth and the head of the village were in high spirits. They chattered around her, telling her the principles of doing things over and over again:
"Child, you are now a princess. As for this official position, you have achieved the highest position.
Those officials and generals, sometimes when they gain power, they forget their roots and become fickle and do not take their parents seriously. They don’t know that such ostentation can easily bring disaster.
So, children, we should not learn from them. If we want to be a good official, we must also learn to conceal our shortcomings. ”
"Yes, isn't there a saying that if you are too rigid, you will break easily? Let's not be rigid, let's be water."
"Yes, yes, just like the stream in our mountains, when it encounters a rock blocking the way, it must learn to turn a corner. Sometimes taking a detour can actually help it find another way out faster. As the book says, softness with strength leads to longevity."
"Well, when doing things, you should know how to make things convenient for others and not compete with them. As the old saying goes, those who bow their heads should raise their heads; those who bend their backs should straighten their backs; those who are gentle should appear powerful; those who take a step back should take a step forward..."
The two of them chattered back and forth, and Song Jinxiu knew that they were teaching her the principle of being as kind as water.
On an early summer night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the faces of everyone in the house, and the feeling of happiness filled the entire space.
Song Jinxiu really didn't want to break this atmosphere, especially when she saw her mother and stepfather's happy smiles as they held their two children.
The two have been apart for more than a month, but they are still as happy as new friends and never tire of seeing each other.
Jinfang was surrounded by her aunts and daughters. Together with Xiangcao, they chatted and asked about the information of their sisters in their hometown. Chirping and laughter.
The scumbag father brought a small stool and sat next to her, pouring her tea and water from time to time.
Yingchun was very dissatisfied: Why is the master taking my job?
Song Jinxiu automatically ignored her scumbag father's bald head and looked at this happy scene. Well, she would talk about the news from the front line tomorrow.
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