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

The scumbag dad and the others are back in Beijing?

But what's with his hair? Is he addicted to shaving his head?

Song Sanzhu and his companions arrived in the morning, but no matter how long they waited, the eldest daughter refused to leave the court.

Xiao Qiu Sheng and his classmates were not on break for school yet, so he kept circling around Jinfang for a long time. Xiao Jinfang and Xiangcao were being talked to by her second grandmother and a group of aunts and ladies in the village, and they ignored him.

Especially after Zhang Bangchui's twins woke up, men and women alike surrounded the two ugly children and adored them, pouring red envelopes into them like they were free.

He couldn't bear to watch this scene. These two children were so ugly, what was so special about them?

He was very dissatisfied with the hustle and bustle in the yard. His eldest daughter worked so hard, but these people only knew how to be happy, without even thinking about who earned this happy life for them.

Suddenly I miss my eldest daughter.

So he sneaked out to wait for his eldest daughter. Why didn't his eldest daughter, who was the reincarnation of the star of destiny, come back so late?

Song Sanzhu, with his bald head, looked eagerly.

Seeing Song Jinxiu's carriage from afar, his peach blossom eyes lit up all of a sudden, like the brightest stars in the night sky. In an instant, all his waiting and longing turned into a heart full of joy, and he ran over shouting: "My daughter is back, my daughter is back."

His voice was filled with endless joy and excitement, as if to wake up the whole world.

He trotted all the way to the carriage and said, "My daughter, you are back. Are you tired? Come home and rest."

He urged Su Chuan again: "Don't just stand there, girl. Hurry up and get the bus home. My daughter is tired."

Su Chuan: Master, are you possessed by a ghost? This is so abnormal.

Su Chuan continued to drive the carriage, and he trotted behind the carriage, his almond-shaped eyes full of longing, joy, admiration and trust.

It was as if she was his support, his rock, his spiritual haven, his confidence, and his heaven.

Song Jinxiu stared blankly at this scumbag father. His dancing with joy gave her an illusion:

Why is it that the scumbag dad is like a left-behind child who suddenly sees his parents who have returned from working far away? He's jumping and running, announcing to the world, "My mom is back, my dad is back." Why is it so creepy?

Did he do something bad? Why does it feel like he's just a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken—he has no good intentions?

Everyone who heard the noise came out to greet them. Seeing her relatives from her hometown, Song Jinxiu's mood instantly brightened after a tiring day.

She called out, "Second Grandma, Old Fifth Master, Second Grandpa, Fifth Aunt..."

He lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car.

Suddenly, everyone, led by Old Fifth Master, knelt on the ground and said, "Greetings, Princess."

Song Jinxiu was startled, and Song Sanzhu, who was circling around him, was also stunned. Seeing that the idiot Zhang Bangchui kowtowed and saluted seriously, he was even more at a loss and bent his knees, not knowing whether to kneel down or kneel down.

"Master Wu, you are embarrassing me."

Song Jinxiu quickly stepped forward, lifted up Old Fifth Master, and said to the head and his wife, "Second Grandpa, Second Grandma, what are you doing? How can an elder kneel before a younger one? Everyone, get up quickly."

The Fifth Master stood up and said solemnly, "The etiquette between the monarch and his subjects cannot be abolished. Princess, you are the monarch now, and you should accept this etiquette."

Song Jinxiu sighed, helped the old man sit down, and then helped the headman and his wife sit down. Then she knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"In that case, then the king and his subjects come first, and the family comes second. But we won't do this in our own home anymore."

The old man was suddenly hit by Song Jinxiu's head three times, and his eyes suddenly turned red. "Good boy, you can't do that. Get up quickly."

This child is already a princess. She treats her family and elders so well. She is truly a sincere and kind child.

The village head's wife took her hand and said, "Second Madam must have done great good deeds in her previous life, so that she could meet a child like you."

She never dreamed that she would receive such great help from this adopted granddaughter.

The headman's eyes blinked and his eye circles were red, but he stood straight and his heart was full of pride.

He had long seen that this girl was not an ordinary person. He had originally thought that if he could use this girl's influence to find a wife for Chunsheng and Qiusheng, he would be satisfied.

Unexpectedly, this girl was more than just an ordinary person. She was a golden phoenix that flew out of their mountain valley! Their entire Songjia Village benefited from it.

No, it's not just Songjia Village. The curved plow made by the girl is used by the whole Cangwu. No wonder the emperor values her so much. He must have seen the good of the girl just like himself.

The village head suddenly felt a sense of intimacy with the emperor, whom he had never met.

Song Jinxiu had no idea what the headman was thinking. She looked around and greeted everyone warmly.

No one had dinner yet, they were all waiting for Song Jinxiu.

Because I eat well in the morning, I have light porridge and side dishes in the evening, which are easy to digest.

They had dinner together and chatted about family matters. Zhang Zihan told her the old patriarch's instructions and gave her a basket of letters.

Song Jinxiu saw a basket of letters. Through Zhang Zihan and the aunts and sisters' narration, a scene of villagers scrambling to deliver letters soon appeared in front of her. At the same time, it reminded her of the scene when the villagers donated money to her brother.

The bond between her and her fellow villagers began with that donation, which not only gave her gratitude but also motivated her to become part of this big family.

Old Fifth Master and the head of the village were in high spirits. They surrounded her and chattered to her, telling her the truth about life over and over again:

"My child, you are now a princess. You can say that you have achieved the highest position.

Those officials, generals, sometimes when they gain power, forget their roots, become fickle and disregard others. They don't realize that such arrogance can easily lead to disaster.

So, my child, we must not follow their example. If we want to be a good official, we must also learn to conceal our shortcomings."

"Exactly. Isn't there a saying that something too rigid will break easily? Let's not be rigid, let's be water."

"Right, right, right. Just like the stream in our mountains, when it encounters a rock blocking its path, it must learn to turn. Sometimes, taking a detour can actually help it find another path faster. It's like what the book says: Softness with strength is the key to longevity."

"Well, when it comes to doing things, you have to know how to make things convenient for others and not compete with them. As the old saying goes, only those who can bow their heads can raise their heads; only those who can bend can stand up straight; only those who can be gentle with others can appear powerful; only those who can take a step back can take a step forward..."

The two of them chattered back and forth, and Song Jinxiu knew that they were teaching her the principle of being as good as water.

On an early summer night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the faces of everyone in the house, and the feeling of happiness filled the entire space.

Song Jinxiu really didn't want to break this atmosphere, especially when she saw her mother and stepfather's happy smiles as they held their two children.

The two people have been separated for more than a month, but they feel like they are newlyweds and never get tired of each other.

Jinfang was surrounded by the aunts and sisters, chatting with Xiangcao, asking about the news of their sisters from home. There was a lot of chatter and laughter.

The scumbag father brought a small stool and sat next to her, pouring her tea and water from time to time.

Yingchun was very dissatisfied: Why is the master taking my job?

Song Jinxiu automatically ignored her scumbag father's bald head and looked at this happy scene. Well, she would talk about the news of her going to the front line tomorrow.