Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

Song Qingshan smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, it's a mess here, you guys should stop making trouble and go home to play."

So the brothers and sisters were driven back.

Song Jinxiu looked around the yard.

Their yard was isolated, with wasteland to the east, all the way to the mountainside.

It is separated from You Yu's wife's house by a yard to the west.

There is also an open space behind the yard, and further back there are several families from other families who have fled famine and settled here.

She couldn't help but ask, "Brother Fuquan, why did the Third Ancestor live in such a remote place? He was all alone, with no neighbors around."

Song Fuquan glanced back at the courtyard and said, "Why are you still calling me Third Ancestor? You should call me Great Grandpa instead."

Song Jinxiu laughed and said, "I'm used to it. I'm no longer fluent."

Song Fuquan smiled and said, "I heard from my great grandfather that some wicked fortune teller said that the Third Master was destined to be a lonely star, and would bring misfortune to his father, mother, and children and nephews.

Later, after my second grandfather and my great grandfather got into trouble, my third grandfather insisted on becoming a monk.

My grandfather tried every possible means to keep him, and in the end, both of them gave in. The third grandfather decided not to become a monk, so he built two rooms here and settled down.

Song Fuquan sighed, "Ah, maybe he feels more at ease being away from the villagers."

Fated to be alone?

Song Jinxiu shook her head without comment.

As far as she knew, those who were truly doomed to be alone were all very strong-willed. How could they die before reaching the age of seventy or eighty?

But my grandfather had no children and died before he was 40. What kind of unlucky fate was this?

During the days they stayed at the village head's house, Song Chunsheng sat in the yard every day to bask in the sun.

My eldest sister said that getting more sun exposure to supplement calcium is good for your health.

He couldn't sit still, so he asked his second grandmother to get some soybeans and help him pick the soybean seeds.

Song Jinfang and Xiao Qiusheng happily went to check on the progress of the house every day and told their older brothers and sisters about it when they came back. They never got tired of it.

Song Jinxiu likes to sleep in.

In fact, she was working in the space at this time.

After more than ten days of fog, it finally settled down in the past few days. The sky is clear and the air is fresh, and the tranquility is pleasant.

The stream flows down from the original clear spring, winding and swirling, nourishing every inch of land in the space.

The small power station has also started working. At this time, on the workbench in the small building, a fully charged computer is playing light music.

Fruit trees still need to be planted on the hillside, Song Jinxiu thought.

As for this land...

Song Jinxiu scattered some of the wheat seeds and rice seeds she had bought.

Only a small plot was planted.

If I had known that I would have to make a living by farming, I would have bought some mechanical farm tools like harvesters, seed drills, etc. to make space.

Now Song Jinxiu feels that she can't do it by working with her hands.

Plant less, let the space have some green first. If you come across flower seeds, it is better to plant flowers in the space.

She likes to dress up the space beautifully and then relax in the sea of flowers.

Speaking of green, Song Jinxiu looked at the red ginseng fruit swaying among the lush greenery under her feet.

Unexpectedly, there was a ginseng seedling among the weeds she casually threw into the space that day.

The weeds are still the same weeds, but the ginseng seedlings have already produced red fruits.

Song Jinxiu carefully pulled out the weeds and found that there were four or five ginseng plants.

"Oh, is this space suitable for growing ginseng? If I get some ginseng seeds and transform this space into a ginseng planting base, judging by the growth rate of ginseng, I can become a major ginseng wholesaler in less than two years.

The more Song Jinxiu thought about it, the more beautiful it became. It was as if she could see money falling towards her from all directions.

"Snapped,"

Song Jinxiu was slapped in the face.

Song Jinxiu shuddered and asked sharply, "Who hit me?"

"Crack" again.

This time Song Jinxiu saw clearly that it was the Bodhi leaves above her head that were hitting her.

Song Jinxiu circled the tree twice. Could it be that the Bodhi tree had become a spirit?

"Why did you hit me? Was I wrong?"

"Hehehe, idiot, you only realized now that this place is suitable for growing medicinal herbs?"

"Who is speaking?"

Song Jinxiu felt that this world was truly mysterious. Indeed, space itself was a very mysterious existence. It was normal for her to be able to travel through it, so it was normal for the Bodhi tree to become a spirit, wasn't it?

"Grandpa Dryad, is that you?"

"Snapped"

Song Jinxiu was hit by the leaves again.

Hitting people? Does he dislike being called a tree spirit? So he's a tree fairy, a tree god?

"Hahaha, hahaha, ouch, I'm dying of laughter. Hahaha, tree fairy? Hahaha, tree god? Hahaha..."

Song Jinxiu was very upset.

She could feel that there was something inside the Bodhi tree. It had no malicious intent; on the contrary, she felt very close to it.

But this thing could actually know what was in her mind, which was not very wonderful.

Suddenly, she saw a black shadow rushing down from the bodhi tree, uh, a chipmunk?

"I'm not a chipmunk, how could I be a chipmunk?"

The little thing put his hands on his hips.

Song Jinxiu looked left and right. Although this guy looked very human, he was undoubtedly a chipmunk.

"Tsk, you're ignorant. Remember, I'm a little elf from the medicinal field, my master's most beloved pet. I can't be seen in the sky, and I'm hard to find on earth. I'm a top-notch treasure-hunting rat."

"Pfft," Song Jinxiu laughed, "Isn't that still a rat?"

"Oh, Master, why are you like this? Ever since we've been together, through the Divine Palace, the Underworld, the Thunder Realm, and the Netherworld, Master has never laughed at Little Junjun."

"Xiaojunjun?"

Song Jinxiu raised an eyebrow. "We depend on each other for survival. Are we going to the Divine Palace? The Heavenly Palace? The Underworld? The Yama Palace? And what about crossing the Thunder Realm and the Netherworld? Are you sure your master is me?"

The chipmunk suddenly fell silent, a trace of sadness showing on its human-like face, and Song Jinxiu couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

She wanted to comfort the little thing, but somehow, she herself was already in tears.

"Master, it doesn't matter if you don't remember. As long as my little Junjun remembers it, that's all." The treasure-hunting mouse held onto the Bodhi tree, bent over and coughed twice.

This little thing seemed to be in poor health, and Song Jinxiu couldn't help but frown.

Song Jinxiu wiped her face, shaking off the inexplicable pain in her heart. Smiling, she asked, "Your name is Xiao Junjun?"

The treasure-hunting mouse nodded, "Yes, actually, my name is Junbao. I was the first one to find you, and then I met it."

The treasure-hunting mouse patted the Bodhi tree with its little paws. "It insisted on being called Bodhi Baby, so the owner called me Little Junjun, it Baoya, and the water spirit Ling Po Po. It's the clear spring on the top of the mountain."

It seemed like there was too much information, so Song Jinxiu suddenly fell silent, and the pain in her heart came back again.

She sat down against the Bodhi tree and asked, "Junjun, can Baoya and Lingpo talk?"

The treasure-hunting mouse jumped onto her palm and squeaked shrilly:

"Bao Ya was originally the Heavenly Guardian of the Huangyuan Secret Realm. Later, her master enlightened her, and she could only speak after she transformed. Ling Ling is a princess of the Water Tribe, and was sealed in the Cold Pond by Qing Jun to be used as a cauldron to cultivate water spirits.

After being rescued by her owner, she had become an old woman.

Later, the master was framed and became a saint sacrificed to heaven.

At the critical moment when the skyfire descended, it was Lingling who offered the Water Spirit Pill to protect the master. I tore through the barrier and took the master away. Later, we were caught in the turbulence of space.

The wind was raging in the turbulent space, and Baoya could only transform into Bodhi and open up this space.

Unfortunately, the master's dantian had already been destroyed, and he was seriously injured. There was no way to save him, and he could only fall into reincarnation and start over from the beginning."

Oh, was I so unlucky in that life?