The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

In the middle of the night, the neighbors who were crowded outside the Zhao mansion to watch the fun ate a mouthful of melon.

No one expected that Zhao family's three-year-old eldest daughter, Zhao Mianmian, agreed to be adopted.

What is even more unexpected is that Miss Zhao actually thought that the adopted child was for her to be adopted as a son.

The Zhao family ancestor's mourning hall was in an uproar.

The family chosen by Zhao Mianmian felt that no matter who they gave as their son, he would always be the legitimate heir of Xu Chuan's lineage. They were so excited that they immediately pulled Uncle Jiu to sign the adoption documents.

But if this happened, several uncles from Yaohe would not accept it.

Being Zhao Mianmian's son and being the great-grandson of our ancestor are two completely different things.

If you become the great-grandson of the ancestor, as long as you build a clan temple, sign the documents, and send the person to the mountain, the Zhao family's property will not be able to escape.

But if you are Zhao Mianmian's son, you will have to wait until Zhao Mianmian dies a hundred years later before you have a chance to share the family property.

Not to mention that the girl is only three years old now, and there is no telling when she will die. Just the variables that may occur in the next forty or fifty years are like a violinist who has lost his libretto - there is no way to predict it! !

The Zhao clan members from Yaohe were divided into two distinct factions because of Zhao Mianmian's words. Before the eldest and second masters from Qu County arrived, they had already started quarreling with each other.

Zhao Mianmian, with her hands in her pockets, curled up in a cushioned square stool, looking at this and that with a curious look on her face.

Finally, when everyone had finished arguing, she had fallen asleep with drooping eyelids.

**

Zhao Mianmian slept until the afternoon.

When she woke up, she found herself back in the backyard, lying on the very familiar bunk bed.

The bed curtains around the bunk bed were drawn down, and through the slightly translucent curtains, one could vaguely see a person guarding the bed.

Zhao Mianmian got up and secretly lifted the bed curtain to take a look.

The man was sitting on the footstool, dozing off with his head propped up.

It was not Dongzhu, but Chunyue, whom she had only seen twice.

It was late spring, and the dogs were tired and the people were exhausted.

Chunyue was sleeping soundly and Zhao Mianmian called her twice but failed to wake her up.

Unfortunately, she had just woken up and was very thirsty, so she had to slip down from the end of the bed, half in her little shoes, and ran to the outer room to get some water.

Zhao Mianmian climbed onto the small round stool and stepped on it to reach the kettle in the middle of the table.

Although he couldn't reach the kettle, he noticed with his sharp eyes that a few buns of hair were faintly visible under the window outside.

The window of Zhao Mianmian's room faces the west wall of the courtyard.

There is a large open space between the wall and the window, where few people walk and it is quite remote.

The sun was high at that moment, and the three old women somehow found this shady place and started chatting about trivial matters inside and outside the house.

"You didn't see that the uncles who came over from Yaohe yesterday all had green faces."

"That's right. My wife was so happy when she heard that Sister Mian was going to adopt Xiao Wu from Zhao Sun's family as her son that she almost smashed the pot!"

"Tsk tsk, I thought my sister was quiet and had a bad brain, but I didn't expect she would do something like this."

"You said, Zhao Xiaowu's generation is not low, right? If he is our sister's son, then the old woman from the Qian family in the next village will call her... Aunt?!"

"Hahahaha, don't tell me about this. You really shouldn't tell me about this!"

The three of them were talking excitedly, totally unaware that the Miss Zhao, whom they called "not very smart", had now taken off her shoes like a pro, climbed onto the couch, and was hiding in the window to eat melon.

When Zhao Mianmian heard the mother-in-law mention what happened yesterday, her face froze and she twitched the corners of her mouth silently.

She didn’t mean it… She really didn’t mean it!!

She had only been in this ancient place for a few days, and hadn't even sorted out the complicated relationships in the clan. How could she know that the so-called "adoption" was to continue the incense of her father who had died several years ago? !

Zhao Mianmian was originally wondering, it was just a matter of breaking the pot for the ancestors, why should she force someone else's child to be her son.

I’ve seen people giving birth at the age of 18, but I’ve never seen anyone becoming a mother at the age of three!

I didn't expect that the so-called adoption meant this.

"Well, actually, if you ask me, my sister is also very smart, but it's a pity that she is a girl. If she was a boy, there wouldn't be so many problems!"

"Come on, it's fate, it's all fate!"

The old ladies chatted for a while and then fell silent again.

Zhao Mianmian heard the sound of fabric rustling through the half-open window.

rustle--

The sound was like the flow of time, following the breeze, echoing in the space with mottled shadows of trees. Everything seemed to be peaceful and quiet.

If it weren’t for a few more comments floating before Zhao Mianmian’s eyes.

[Yo, the anchor started the show pretty early today. ]

[Hahaha, the anchor is awesome. His amazing operation last night cured the nodules I had for 18 years.]

[Anchor, I'm already following you, come on, come on. ]

When I just woke up today, there were relatively few barrages. Zhao Mianmian then discovered that the words "new fans" were added in front of the two barrages, and the two numbers in the upper right corner were changed to [2/156].

Zhao Mianmian didn’t know the meaning of these two numbers before. She just vaguely hoped that there would be as few people watching her as possible.

Now when she saw the words “new fans”, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind – could these two numbers be “number of people online” and “number of followers”?

that's the truth.

Seeing that Zhao Mianmian stayed in the room and didn't go out, just clinging to the window like a gecko, the two fans found it boring after watching for a while and went offline directly.

As soon as the two of them went offline, the number above Zhao Mianmian's sight changed to [0/156].

Zhao Mianmian touched her slightly deflated belly, and her little face wrinkled like that of an old lady.

Ah, no way, she didn't do anything, how come she got more than a hundred followers in one night? ?

Having attention is equivalent to having fixed fans.

Although they were all new fans, they all received a reminder of the show’s start the moment Zhao Mianmian woke up.

After a short while, people started to come into her live broadcast room, and the number of online users gradually increased.

Zhao Mianmian saw the number getting further and further away from zero, took a deep breath, and was once again speechless about this embarrassing live broadcast system.

But there is still a difference between having fans and not having fans.

A few chatty fans chattered in the live broadcast room, and Zhao Mianmian knew what happened after she fell asleep last night.

The eldest and second uncles from her uncle's family appeared when she was nodding her head in sleepiness.

Although they are said to be from my uncle's family, they are actually quite distantly related to Zhao Mianmian. According to seniority, they are considered to be a branch of the family that was separated from the ancestor's generation.

Since they had some dealings with the mansion on weekdays and would send gifts during the holidays, the servants in the house called them "Master" and "Second Master" for the sake of face.

After receiving the letter from Steward Ge, the eldest and second masters hurried over from the next county with their entire families.

As soon as they appeared, the ancestor's mourning hall suddenly became as crowded as dumplings, so crowded that not even a needle could fall on the ground.

The eldest and second uncles are not people who are easy to fool, especially Zhao Wang and Zhao Qian who they brought with them.

The two women are not well educated, but they are very powerful.

Especially after knowing that Uncle Jiu had come overnight to "adopt the incense" for the ancestor, he started to throw a tantrum in the mourning hall, making the old men from Yaohe's faces turn blue and white, and they were too embarrassed to face anyone.

Seeing that they did not gain the upper hand, the group of people called in some powerful guys and only left two to "help", while the others slipped away.

[Beautiful! ! Streamer, your trick of cutting off the firewood from under the cauldron yesterday was really beautiful! ! ]

[Nonsense, otherwise I could become a time-traveling anchor! Nowadays, every profession is full of competition. To be selected by the system, you must have some skills! ]

Zhao Mianmian looked up in bewilderment:

Ah? ?

cramp??

What cramps?