The ancestor is here, she is here with space

Lin Congyun still refused to let Zheng Qianzhi follow.

Even when Zheng Qianzhi suggested that he pay Lin Congyun less money for the tools and have them delivered, Lin Congyun refused, saying that she had already arranged for someone to deliver them, and that it was unnecessary. Besides, she was not short of money.

Lin Congyun refused bluntly, and Zheng Qianzhi had no choice.

In the end, I could only leave with regret.

However, Zheng Qianzhi had only taken a few steps when he suddenly jumped up on the spot.

This looked a little strange to Lin Congyun and the others, but they didn't think much about it.

For the next ten days, Lin Congyun and his group traveled around the mountains and rivers and felt very comfortable.

Moreover, Lin Congyun would go back to the Second Prince's Mansion and set fire to it every two days.

Because of this, everyone in the Second Prince's Mansion was on edge and felt trembling with fear every day. Even their dreams at night were uneasy, for fear that there would suddenly be a fire in the Second Prince's Mansion again.

But the strange thing was that each time the fire started suddenly and burned all at once. By the time the people in the Second Prince's Mansion discovered them, the fire had already grown quite large.

To this end, the people in the Second Prince's Mansion have not only stepped up patrols these days, but have also specially arranged people to keep an eye on the mansion and report immediately if there is any sign of trouble.

However, none of those who arranged it could actually see how the fires were started.

The second prince originally thought that the fire was caused by something unclean in his mansion.

We even invited a Taoist priest to come and take a look.

But those Taoists looked around the Second Prince's mansion again and again, but couldn't find out what went wrong.

The second prince was almost going crazy due to the torture of the fire these days, but he didn't know that the person behind the scenes was traveling and enjoying the scenery.

"Grandma, you haven't told us a story in a few days?"

In the carriage, Fang Xinyue hugged Lin Congyun's arm coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell Xinyue a different story today."

Lin Congyun touched Fang Xinyue's head lovingly, making Fang Xinyue scream with joy.

Fang Xinyu and Fang Xinxin, who were sitting nearby, heard that Lin Congyun was going to tell a story, so they quickly sat over.

"Once upon a time, there was a young boy who lived in a remote mountain village. His family was poor and his parents died young, leaving him alone to face the hardships of life. However, the boy was not discouraged. He firmly believed that as long as he worked hard, he could change his fate."

Lin Congyun's voice sounded slowly, as if narrating a vivid picture.

She continued, "The boy worked from sunrise to sunset, toiling in the fields every day. He carried the burden of life on his young shoulders. Although life was hard, the boy never gave up hope."

"One day, when the boy was chopping wood in the mountains, he accidentally found a piece of wasteland. He suddenly had an idea and decided to use this land to grow crops. So he used his own hands to clear the weeds, till the land, and planted the seeds of hope."

Lin Congyun's voice became gentler and gentler, as if he could touch the boy's perseverance and determination.

She also described: "Day after day, the boy carefully took care of the land. He watered, fertilized, and weeded, using his sweat and wisdom to water the land. Finally, with hard work, the crops thrived and a good harvest was in sight."

"When the harvest season came, the boy harvested a lot of fruits. He used these fruits to exchange for money and improved his life. From then on, he was no longer a poor boy, but a self-reliant and hardworking person."

After Lin Congyun finished telling the story, Fang Xinyu and the other two were stunned.

Finally, Fang Xinxin tried to speak, "Grandma, can you give me another one?"

"Okay, let me tell you another one."

Lin Congyun smiled and touched Fang Xinxin's head, then slowly said: "There was once a thief who specialized in stealing other people's things. But one day, he was caught and thrown into jail. The thief regretted it very much. He realized that he had taken the wrong path and wanted to correct his mistakes. So, he began to think about how to change himself and tried to find a way out."

"In prison, he saw many different people, each with different experiences and lives. The thief began to reflect on his past. He found that he had been living a life of stealing and cheating, which was not the life he wanted. So he decided to change his life path."

These days, Lin Congyun has told them all the fairy tales she knew in her previous life, about the hardworking dwarfs, the brave soldiers, the clever fox, and the beautiful princess.

Today, asked to tell a story, Lin Congyun could only start making up his own.

However, looking at the expressions of Fang Xinyu and the others, it seemed that today's story was not something they wanted to hear.

But Lin Congyun continued to tell the story he had made up.

"In prison, the thief spent the most difficult years of his life. Later, the thief was released from prison and went to the dock to help people move goods. The thief finally got a job to earn money by labor. He used his own hands and hard work to get rich. From then on, he lived the life he longed for."

"This story tells us that the road of life is not always straight, and everyone will experience some setbacks and difficulties. However, as long as you persevere and work hard, you will be able to change your destiny."

When Lin Congyun told this part of his story, he looked at the three of them and said, "That's all for today. Do you have any questions?"

The youngest, Fang Xinyue, tilted her head and said, "Grandma, I...I didn't quite understand today's story..."

After that, she hurriedly said, "I mean, what you just said is different from what you said before..."

"Really? What's the difference?" Lin Congyun raised his eyebrows and looked into Fang Xinyue's eyes. "Do you think that the story of the boy and the thief is different from the story of the princess and the dwarf?"

Fang Xinyue nodded slowly.

Lin Congyun turned to look at Fang Xinyu and Fang Xinxin, "What do you think?"

Fang Xinyu and Fang Xinxin looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Lin Congyun looked at the three children. The fairy tales he had told them before were replaced by stories he had made up himself today.

Moreover, today's story has some educational significance. It is normal that the three of them are young and did not understand it.

Lin Congyun rubbed Fang Xinyue's head and said to the three of them with a smile: "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you can't understand it for the time being. Just remember these two stories. When you understand the stories one day, you will know their significance."

After saying this, Lin Congyun gave Zeng Xiaoyu a look.