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

Seeing that Song Dahe and his wife were not outside, Qin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Pan'er nodded and looked at Song Dajiang.

"I want to ask something."

Song Dajiang seemed to know what Song Paner was going to ask. After a moment of silence, he said, "Follow me."

The adult and the child went into the house, leaving Qin and Song Changshou alone to entertain Qiuqiu, a donkey and a horse.

Haha and Hehe had already followed Song Paner into the house.

Song Changshou walked to the old donkey curiously. This donkey was different from the one he had seen in Qingshan Village before.

How should I put it? It was stronger than an average donkey, its fur was shinier, and most importantly, its eyes looked shrewd, even smarter than he himself looked.

"Mom, come and look at this donkey..." Song Changshou pointed at the old donkey, "It looks very smart."

Qin was pouring water for Qiuqiu. When she heard this, she didn't even turn around and replied, "It's just a donkey. What's the difference between smart and not smart?"

Song Changshou didn't care that he didn't get his mother's approval. He simply stood beside the old donkey and started chatting with it.

"How old are you? Are you an old donkey or a strong one?"

"Are you my little sister's donkey?"

Old Donkey: ...

Why didn’t I realize before that you are such a chatterbox?

……

……

"Tell me, what do you want to ask?" Song Dajiang pulled out a small wooden stool and motioned Song Paner to sit down.

Song Pan'er sat down slowly, watching Song Dajiang sit across from her before she spoke, "You hadn't finished what you said that day."

Song Dajiang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I have said everything I need to say."

Seeing that he refused to speak, Song Pan'er didn't have the patience to beat around the bush with him.

Taking out a silver note worth one hundred taels from her bag, Song Pan'er shook it in front of him, and then placed it on the wooden table beside her.

"Here's one hundred taels, and you only have one chance." He looked at Song Changshou, who was outside circling the old donkey, and said, "You only have one son, and he's not very smart. As a father, don't you plan for him?"

Song Dajiang looked at her steadily and suddenly laughed.

"Isn't what you took from Song Fubao enough?"

Song Pan'er shook her head. "It's not a question of whether it's enough or not. I just want to know how an ordinary old man from a remote mountain village could be connected to the Zhenguogong Mansion in the capital."

Song Dajiang scoffed, "How can you be sure that I know?"

Song Pan'er grabbed the hee hee that had been digging into the back of her neck and stuffed it into her sleeve. "Don't worry about why I know. I asked, you answered, and this hundred taels is yours."

"If you don't want to, I can find it elsewhere. It's just a matter of time."

"But, Uncle Dajiang, I'm only ten years old, and the thing I have the most is... time." Song Pan'er said softly, with a hint of sharpness between her eyebrows.

Song Dajiang reached out to take the banknote, his eyes turning cold.

"When I was young, I saved a man. He later became the deputy general of the Duke of Zhenguo."

"The few pieces of official silver you took from Song Fubao... were the military pay that the Duke of Zhenguo embezzled..."

"That official silver was specially minted by the Ministry of Revenue to please His Majesty. It bears the words 'Longevity and Prosperity'."

"Only that batch was cast, and it was allocated to the Duke of Zhenguo by the current emperor."

"The Duke of Zhenguo embezzled the government silver, and when it was discovered, the deputy general was pushed out to take the blame, and his entire clan was executed."

Song Dajiang showed a mocking expression on his lips, "And I am the son of that deputy general."

Song Pan'er was paying attention to another question, "Wait, so... Old Man Song doesn't have any children of his own?"

Song Dajiang: ...

He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Is this the point?"

Song Pan'er nodded, "I think it's very important."

She had to satisfy her curiosity.