The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Zhao Mianmian’s live broadcast room was filled with joy.

[Ahahahaha, this is indeed the anchor I follow, I'm so happy! ]

[Oh my god, the anchor has a great trick! If you can't resolve the conflict, then you can intensify it. I'm afraid your eldest aunt and second aunt will break their heads today and still have no idea why they are fighting.]

[Hahaha, so cool! Thanks to the host, my breasts are unobstructed again today! ]

[The anchor who just said this should come out and apologize for being such a coward! ]

[Oh, oh, oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will pay attention to the anchor now!! Pay attention, pay attention, I must pay attention.]

Zhao Mianmian ate the osmanthus cake in her hand while watching the two women quarreling, and her mood visibly improved.

But before she could be happy for long, she felt a chill on her back and a sharp gaze coming from behind.

The gaze looked down from above, passed through the crowd, and landed squarely on the back of Zhao Mianmian's head.

She was so frightened that she trembled all over. She quickly threw away the osmanthus cake in her hand and hid in the carriage shed like a rabbit.

To be honest, Zhao Mianmian had no intention of resisting this matter of salvation for her ancestors.

She is only three years old and a girl.

For those who are lazy and don't know how to grow crops, it is harder than climbing to heaven to survive in this ancient society by relying on their own abilities.

Not to mention whether she could really support herself, the mere fact that she was hunting down aliens by the Xuanlin Guards was enough to scare her so much that she completely lost the courage to struggle.

It's just a trip to watch the sunset. As long as she is careful, there is a high chance that she will come back alive.

Besides, the family fortune left by the ancestors is quite abundant. Even if the eldest and second uncles are more powerful, they will at least leave her some money for food.

Zhao Mianmian has no big ambitions. She just wants to live a peaceful and trouble-free life. Even if she can't live a life of luxury, it is still much better than working like a slave in an office building in her previous life!

The ancients said that contentment is the greatest happiness, and this is the truth.

After Zhao Mianmian hid in the carport, she lifted the curtain and looked around, but the sight that could freeze a person to death seemed to have never appeared, and it disappeared into the dark crowd, making it impossible to find even a trace of it.

Zhao Mianmian curled her lips and asked Dongzhu to pass a message to the coachman.

In just two or three words, the carriage carrying the eldest daughter of the Zhao family in front of the Zhao Mansion left Changyang Street amid the noisy voices and drove straight to the suburbs.

Zhao Mianmian left the Zhao family without any struggle, taking only two maids with her.

One is Dongzhu who has not yet fully recovered from his injury, and the other is Chunyue who is unable to take responsibility.

The audience in the live broadcast room discussed for a while about the whereabouts of Fang's mother, and analyzed the roles played by Steward Ge and clan leader Zhao Jiu in the whole incident. After a while, they gradually fell silent.

[You guys think that housekeeper Ge was really bought by the anchor? ]

[Nine out of ten. Logically, he was the one who hired the Taoist priest to perform the ritual. As long as he didn't leak the news, no one else could do anything. But you see, from the moment the broken bell broke to the moment when Mr. Zhao decided to send the anchor away, the old housekeeper didn't say a word. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that something was wrong.]

[What about the Zhao clan leader from Yaohe? Hasn’t he always wanted to pass on his inheritance to the host’s family so that he can legitimately take over the family property left by his ancestors? ]

[Are you stupid? I want to ask you, if a male child is adopted by the host's family, who will get the family property in the end, the Yaohe Zhao family or Zhao Jiu himself? ]

[Ah... With so many people watching over Yao He, it shouldn't fall into Zhao Jiu's hands alone.]

[That's it. If I were the master of the Zhao family, I would promise a large sum of money to go into Zhao Jiu's personal pocket, and ask him to go easy on the Zhao family's daughter and get rid of her. Then we can split the profits 20% to 80%, which will definitely make more money than his stupid idea of ​​adopting a daughter!]

【…】

[That’s true! ]

[Ah, no, I'm learning something upstairs. This sneak attack is really good~]

[Ahem, this... just don't worry about it. ]

The carriage was shaking and Zhao Mianmian was drowsy.

When Zhao Mianmian was about to leave the city gate, he suddenly thought of something and jumped up with a start.

"Sister Mian, what's wrong?"

The first one to speak was Dong Zhu.

Chunyue was dozing off against the wall of the carriage when she saw Zhao Mianmian jump up. He glanced at her and Dongzhu with half-opened eyes, then yawned loudly and continued playing chess with Zhou Gong.

Only Zhao Mianmian was left, pulling Dong Zhu's sleeve anxiously, saying incoherently:

“Yuyu, the Yuyu that my ancestor gave me!”

Dong Zhu listened to the general idea and guessed that Zhao Mianmian had left something at home, so he asked her quietly:

"Sister Mian, did you drop something?"

Zhao Mianmian nodded eagerly.

The Zhao family had no worries about food and clothing, and Zhao Mianmian had no habit of asking others for money, so she had only been busy eating during the past few days and had not saved any pocket money at all.

Except for the bag of jade chess pieces stuffed under the pillow.

That was a gift from her ancestor before he died, and Dong Zhu and Mother Fang had no intention of keeping it for her.

Since they had already come out, Zhao Mianmian didn't want to go back.

But she changed her mind and realized that the old man had tricked her into going to Sunset Temple to preach for the ancestor, and she couldn't refuse. But the things given by the ancestor must not be kept at home, as they would be given to others for nothing.

If we have already left the city, then forget it. But now the carriage is still in the city, so there is still time to go back and pick up the things.

So she pestered Dongzhu and asked her to pass a message to the coachman.

Zhao Mianmian wanted to go back to the Zhao family now, but the coachman was unwilling to do so.

Chunyue also mumbled a few words, but no one knew what she was saying.

It took Dong Zhu's persuasion and coaxing for a long time before the driver turned around and went back to Changyang Street.

The group of four ran back and forth, but the crowd in front of the Zhao family's gate had not yet dispersed.

When Zhao Mianmian jumped down from the car's armrest, the eldest uncle's wife and the second uncle's wife were exposing each other's secrets through two old women who were trying to stop them.

Zhao Mianmian was thinking about Yuzi'er under the pillow and had no time to listen carefully. She walked around the crowd and ran back to her room with her legs.

When she came out of the gate with a small purse in one hand and a lotus cake in the other, and was about to climb back to the car quietly, she was seen by a sharp-eyed old woman.

The old woman screamed at the top of her voice:

"Hey, isn't this Miss Zhao? Why are you still here?"

As soon as the old woman's voice came out, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Mianmian.

Even the sister-in-law who was cursing at her fell silent, turned her head and glared at her with murderous eyes.

Zhao Mianmian was so frightened that she trembled all over. She didn't know whether to hide the small purse first or eat the lotus cake.

"Aunt, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qian's gaze was like a poisoned needle, piercing straight into Zhao Mianmian.

Zhao Mianmian's brain twitched, and she added uncontrollably:

"I, I, I, I really didn't say anything. I, I, I... I didn't even tell my uncle!"