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Qian Jinfeng: Ah, this...

Just as she was about to say something, Nanny Li called out softly, "Madam, the fish is hooked!"

Mrs. Chen Er hurried to where the fishing rod was placed and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Qian Jinfeng pursed her lips and went over to look at her fishing rod.

The two stayed by the pond for a whole day, and had grilled fish for lunch in a pavilion near the pond.

Nanny Li is a good cook, and with the seasonings Qian Jinfeng brought, everyone was extremely satisfied with the meal.

After dinner, Qian Jinfeng washed her hands and took out a bottle of cold cream, which attracted Mrs. Chen Er's attention again.

Qian Jinfeng gave her an unopened can and promised to go back and ask her daughter if these things could be sold.

In fact, these were the businesses that Song Paner was planning to make money from, but they were temporarily shelved because the workshop had not yet opened.

The main reason is that there are too few people and there is no room for manpower.

All the free people were sent to the food street. Who would work in the workshop?

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At night, Chong, who had drunk black coffee, tossed and turned in bed, unable to close his eyes. Qian Jinfeng, who had drunk beauty-enhancing flower tea, was sleeping soundly next to him.

Song Dahe sighed in his heart, tiptoed out of bed, and prepared to go to the cabinet to take out his pension money to count it.

Just as he took out the locked money box, a voice came from outside the door, "Old Song, get up and count the silver."

Song Dahe: ???

He looked down at the cash box in his hand, then at the door, and finally put the box back in the cabinet and tiptoed to the door.

"Old Song, get up and count the silver." The voice sounded again.

Song Dahe gritted his teeth, the little girl was playing pranks again!

He flung the door open, ready to catch her in the act, but there was no one outside. An autumn wind blew past, rustling the leaves.

Song Dahe:!!!

He really didn't believe it! How could the house be haunted out of nowhere?

Qian Jinfeng was awakened by the noise of him opening the door and threw a soft pillow at him, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? I have to sleep even if you don't!"

Song Dahe angrily took out a flashlight from the drawer and said, "I'm going to beat someone up!"

Last time she scared him so much that he couldn't sleep the whole night, and now she's doing it again. The little girl really deserves a beating!

Qian Jinfeng lifted the quilt and followed over, "Who are you going to beat up?"

Song Dahe didn't dare to say that he was going to settle the score with his daughter, so he could only vaguely say, "I'll beat up anyone who provokes me."

How could Qian Jinfeng not understand? This guy was definitely going to pick a fight with her daughter.

"Are you bored? You insisted that your daughter was calling you outside the door to count the silver, but why didn't I hear it?" She grabbed Song Dahe's arm and glared at him.

He said it was haunted and that his daughter was deliberately scaring him. Is this guy crazy?

Song Dahe felt so wronged that he almost cried. Why didn't his daughter Jinfeng believe him? He really heard his daughter's voice!

He dares to swear!

The couple was arguing when the voice outside the door came again.

"Old Song, get up and count the silver."

The two of them paused for a moment and looked out the door together.

Where is Song Paner outside?

Qian Jinfeng screamed and ran towards Song Paner.

She had heard from the elders in the village that when people die and become ghosts, they will go to visit the most important people in their lives. She suspected that something had happened to her daughter.

The couple didn't notice that when they rushed out the door, a small figure flapped its wings and flew past them towards Song Pan'er's window.