The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

"Jia'an, does your grandfather have any plans?"

The old ancestor's tone towards Sang Jiaan was much gentler.

But Sang Jiaan still shook his head.

"Before you came, Grandpa said we should wait until we understand the situation. We haven't had time to discuss it yet."

The old ancestor stroked his white beard thoughtfully, and then an old and melancholy voice came.

"Ah~ Your grandfather is right, now that their identities are clear, we can no longer act rashly.

Forget it, let’s use courtesy first and then force.

Go back and tell your grandparents quietly, telling them not to be so impatient as to reveal their flaws.

By the way, I also told Mr. Yun that the village had grown a new crop and invited him to the center of the village to taste and celebrate with the villagers."

When the ancestor said this, not only Sang Jia'an, but also the other elders and village chiefs in the room were stunned.

Because of those sweet potatoes, the little girl's family in the capital are now in an uncertain situation.

And show them the new crops, I'm afraid we're really going to sacrifice the whole village!

But the old man had already closed his eyes and was resting, and it was obvious that he didn't want to speak anymore.

Sang Jia'an opened his lips, but in the end said nothing. He raised his hand and bowed to the other elders in the room, then turned around and quickly walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Uncle! Now that the child is gone, what are your plans? Why don't you let us old guys know first~"

Hearing this, the old ancestor actually opened his eyes, but the words he said were not to inform them, but to irritate them.

"Tsk, how dare you talk to your uncle like that? You are the old guys, so what am I?

Are you an immortal?

Go, go, go, you've been asking around all day. Go get someone to set up the pot and cook at the martial arts arena."

Oh, I forgot to mention that the open space in the center of Sangjia Village, which was originally used to dry grain and occasionally convene villagers for meetings, now has a formal and resounding name - the martial arts field.

The elders who were suddenly scolded were finally satisfied and behaved themselves.

They all looked embarrassed, patted their butts, and ran off to call for help in a dejected manner.

Therefore, they did not notice the difference in the ancestor's words, nor did they see Sandefa, the head of the village, standing still with his eyes shining.

Although the village chief Sandefa usually seems to be a smooth-talker, he is actually a very smart person.

As soon as he saw that the ancestor tacitly agreed to let him stay, he knew that the ancestor definitely had something important to tell him to do alone.

Sure enough, the ancestor looked at the entrance of the ancestral hall and confirmed that everyone had gone far away.

He stood up tremblingly, walked slowly to Sanderfa, bent down and whispered something to him secretly, and then went out.

Only Sandefa, with his pupils trembling, was left sitting in the ancestral hall, unable to recover for a long time.

"Hiss~ It has to be the ancestor!"

The first thing Sanderda did when he came back to his senses was to mutter these words out loud. Then he rubbed his face hard and followed him out with a serious expression.

It has to be said that the three of them, the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law, were really quick and efficient. It was only a quarter of an hour after Sang Jia'an went out to report the news and came back. The three of them had prepared all the ingredients and were waiting to put them into the pot one by one.

But after learning from Sang Jiaan that the ancestor wanted the whole village to have a dinner at the martial arts arena and to let Yun Yi taste some new varieties of crops.

The whole family still doesn't know what the old man is up to this time.

But as villagers of Sangjia Village, they are all obedient and will do whatever they are told.

So the whole family came together and swarmed into the kitchen.

The guy was like a bandit on a robbery. He hurriedly picked up all the pots and pans he could see, prepared various ingredients, and rushed to the martial arts field.

Yun Yi originally felt a little regretful for declining the villagers' enthusiastic invitation.

Now, when he heard that the village ancestor was going to organize a dinner for the villagers in the center of the village to welcome his return, he was naturally very happy.

When he heard that he would be given new crops to taste, he was even more delighted and couldn't contain his joy.

When he followed the old Sang family to the center of the village with a happy look on his face, he saw that the originally slightly empty ground was already filled with many villagers who were laughing and enthusiastic.

From the simple stoves quickly built with stones and bricks, smoke and fragrance were rising.

This scene full of fireworks looks so warm and harmonious.

"Hey~ Mr. Yun is here~"

"Mr. Yun!"

"Mr. Yun~"

......

The villagers who were originally busy with their own work and chatting, after noticing the arrival of this family, all spoke up and greeted Yunyi enthusiastically.

This made Yun Yi's mouth, which was already curled up wildly, almost burst from laughing.

Perhaps he was so absorbed in the enthusiasm of the villagers that when the old Sang family was busy setting up the stove, Yun Yi rarely went along to help.

Instead, he kept moving towards crowded places with a smile on his face that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried, and his eyes narrowed into a smile.

Where are there more people?

Of course, it’s next to the stove in each household!

"Hey~ What delicious food did you make, Auntie? Why does it smell so good?"

Yun Yi stretched his neck and looked at the big pot of distinct green and white wild vegetable porridge, and asked with his eyes wide open, knowing the answer anyway.

The old lady, who was originally smiling, suddenly looked embarrassed when she was asked the question.

The old lady rubbed her hands together awkwardly, hesitating for a long time with an embarrassed look on her face before she said with a hint of apology:

"Oh~ Mr. Yun, I'm so sorry~

It's not that I'm being rude to you, Auntie. It's just that you came back so suddenly that the family wasn't prepared at all.

This is... this is..."

It was just a casual joke, but Yun Yi didn't expect the old lady to be so embarrassed. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly laughed it off.

"Auntie, you are treating me like an outsider. What's the point of being disrespectful?

Hahaha~ I'm not happy with what you said, it just so happens that I'm tired of eating meat these days and want to eat something light, but it's you who understands me~"

"Hey! As long as it suits your appetite, you should definitely drink a couple more bowls later~"

"Haha! Don't worry, Auntie, I'll definitely drink two big bowls of it soon!"

Yun exchanged a few more words with the lady who cooked porridge with him, and then walked towards another group of people.

The chef there was neither an old lady nor a young woman.

Yun Yi remembered that this was the man who had previously said that he would treat him to a wild rabbit meal.

Therefore, Yun Yi, who had not paid any attention to the pot of wild vegetable porridge, had just approached and had not had time to take a look at the man's pot when he said:

"Hey~ Brother, what delicious food did you make? Why does it smell so good?"

He blurted it out first.

But when his teasing, inquiring gaze met the man's embarrassed expression, which was exactly the same as the old lady's, the smile on his face froze a little.