Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

I don’t know if it’s because she is just an outsider, but Song Pan’er feels that everything is very inconsistent, but she can’t tell why.

In order to break the dull atmosphere, she patted Song Dahe's arm and said, "Old Song, don't worry, I'm not a petty person. It's just a name."

"Pan'er, Pan'er, why can't we just hope for peace in the world and for us to become the richest people in Daqian?"

Song Dahe rolled his eyes at her, "How dare you dream of becoming the richest man in Daqian? If you can become the richest man in Jiangnan, the Song family's ancestors will be so proud!"

Song Pan'er replied without showing any weakness, "You are more daring than me."

Song Dahe raised his hand to pinch her face, which had gained a lot of weight recently. "What's wrong with me? Why do I dare to think about it even more?"

Song Pan'er pushed his hand away, her eyes rolling, "Because you don't have 100,000 taels of silver, you can really come up with 1,000 taels."

As she spoke, she smiled and pulled Song Dahe to their house, and took out Song Dahe's retirement wooden box from the supermarket, "Come, come, count how much money you have for your retirement."

"Old Song, you are now the richest man in the entire Old Song family and the entire Qingshan Village. What do you think? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Song Dahe: ...

Not a surprise, not an accident.

"You little bitch, you're always trying to make your dad happy!" Although he complained like this, Song Dahe still honestly took the box which was much heavier than the last time.

As soon as he opened the box, Song Dahe was shocked, "Why are there so many more?"

Song Pan'er leaned over to take a look, "Not much, how can it be more?"

After the food court was temporarily closed, she simply liquidated the business and divided the profits among the people.

After Song Dahe counted the silver, Song Paner took out a notebook she had copied from the supermarket.

It is a notebook she specially compiled on how to quickly treat wounds on the battlefield. She named this notebook "Basic Manual of Military Medicine".

Taking advantage of the fact that Old Song was bored and worried that he would have wild thoughts, I simply handed the matter over to him and let him teach the children some knowledge.

Although you don't necessarily need to master it, it's always good to have a general idea.

When Song Dahe heard the task assigned to him by his daughter, he just wanted to say that this girl thought too highly of him. He was not fit to be a teacher at all. It would be better to let Xiao He do it.

But when he saw his daughter's eyes which said "My dad is the smartest dad in the world", he swallowed his words silently.

"Don't worry, my girl. Who am I, Song Dahe? I'm the smartest person in Qingshan Village! There's nothing I can't do! I will definitely train these children to become little doctors!"

Song Paner: ...

It's hard to comment on this, I can only wish him good luck.

Song Dahe held the manual and began to study it seriously. Song Paner left the house and went to find Qian Jinfeng.

Xue Ping'er and Feng Nian'er went to the laboratory in the back, and Song Pan'er simply took Qian Jinfeng to her room.

In fact, she still wanted to know what happened on the day Ms. Qian had the abortion, but she didn't know how to start.

After thinking about it, she decided to put aside her doubts for the time being and asked her mother about what she had encountered while promoting knowledge about plague prevention.

She plans to encourage Ms. Qian to write.

Now there is a plague, and then there will be extreme cold, so we have to give everyone some entertainment besides studying.

It's time to start a newspaper.

As for the problem of printing, isn't movable type printing easy to develop?

She felt that Ms. Qian was very suitable for the position of editor-in-chief of the newspaper.