At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

Song Qin was walking through the streets selling goods, so he naturally heard rumors about his wife.

The gazes of those watching the show were like needles, piercing his heart with pain, but when he thought of Xiangzhi's tearful look when they first met, he could only suppress these doubts.

More importantly, Xiangzhi was the treasure he bought with ten taels of silver, so how could he bear to criticize her?

But human hearts are so strange:

The more I don’t want to care, the more I keep thinking about it.

Song Qin's curiosity was finally answered when he happened to return home one day and met Song Dadong coming out of his house.

There is really no need to ask whether the rumor is true or not.

But looking at Xiangzhi's clear eyes at the dinner table, Song Qin silently swallowed the words of blame.

What he didn't expect was that Xiangzhi became pregnant soon after.

Song Qin probably realized something and gritted his teeth and said, "No matter whose child it is, I will treat him as my own!"

Xiangzhi was very moved at that time, but after giving birth with difficulty, she listened to the baby crying with tears in her eyes, looked at the baby in the cradle with lotus root powder skin and white jade appearance, and heard Songqin bargaining even for the red envelope for the midwife outside the door, she suddenly felt a little regretful.

No matter how hard Song Qin works, he is just a peddler.

When she was pregnant, he pampered herself and had already spent most of his savings on buying chicken, duck, fish and meat. Now that he has a child, where will he get the extra money to help her take care of herself during the confinement period and raise the child?

Without meat and too much worry, she had no milk.

Without milk, the child naturally cannot eat enough and can only cry every night.

One day, seeing her child crying until his voice was almost hoarse but could only drink rice porridge to fill his stomach, Xiangzhi made up her mind and came up with an idea.

It is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. Even someone like her has a sincere heart for her own flesh and blood.

Comparing the peddler's child and the village chief's grandson, you can tell which one to choose just by using your toes.

She always has to make more plans for her children!

So, in order to let her child live a life of luxury and not worry about food and clothing, she secretly called Song Dadong over while Song Qin was out selling goods and handed the child, who was less than a month old, to him.

After buying a small crucian carp and a small rattle, Song Qin came back excitedly. When he heard that the child was gone, his face turned pale instantly. If he had not held on to the door frame, he would have fainted on the ground.

Xiangzhi cried bitterly: "It's all my fault. I was sleeping so soundly that I didn't notice that his head was covered..."

Song Qin struggled to calm himself down and persuaded her, "Don't be too sad, we will have children! I'll make you some fish soup..."

Xiangzhi leaned against the pile of quilts, wiping her tears, listening to Songqin's suppressed crying in the kitchen, feeling mixed emotions.

She was happy that her child didn't have to live a hard life with her, but seeing Song Qin so sad, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

But what she didn't know was that Song Dadong also doubted whether the child was his blood.

After showing it to my mother, she wiped away tears.

"What do you mean, this is just like you when you were little! I never thought I'd get to take care of your child one day!"

The village chief was not as happy as his wife.

He tapped his pipe anxiously, smacked his lips, and said, "Give that whore ten taels of silver as a token of gratitude for giving our family more children. But I have something to say."

The village chief stared at his good-for-nothing son with cloudy eyes and gritted his teeth, "You are not allowed to have any contact with that whore ever again. If I find out, you will never be allowed to stay in Songsi Village again!"

Song Dadong completely ignored his father's threats, and naturally did not give the ten taels of silver to Xiangzhi. Instead, he ate, drank, and gambled to his heart's content, and enjoyed himself for a while.

Xiangzhi didn't know about the ten taels of silver, but when she saw that the village head and his wife kept the child, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She originally thought that Song Dadong would keep his promise of "I will keep the secret and keep this matter to myself as long as you give me the child", but she didn't expect that he would dare to tear off the last fig leaf in front of Song Qin without any scruples.

She didn't dare to think that if Song Dadong continued to act foolishly and let that bystander know that the village chief's grandson had a mother like her, the child would definitely be ridiculed in the future.

For children……

Xiangzhi clenched her fists.

She must lead Lin Qing to Song Dadong!

After getting off the bus, Gu Ermiao actually went to the stall to look at toys. Lin Qing knew that he was not interested in these things, so she knew that he must have something to say.

"Mom, that woman is really following us stealthily!"

Lin Qing knew who he was talking about without turning around, and put his arm around his shoulders nonchalantly, saying:

"It's okay, if she wants to follow, then she can follow. We're not going to do anything shameful! Er Miao, you have to remember, the higher your position, the more people will be watching you.

"But you absolutely must not be afraid. As the saying goes, if you hear the crickets chirping, you're not going to farm. Just do your job well and have no regrets. Don't worry about what others say!"

Gu Ermiao nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, Mom, I'll remember it!"

Xiangzhi followed behind them and watched the three of them, mother and son, enter Qian's preserved fruit shop. She thought to herself, "I'll go in and ask her later. I'll find out whether what she said is true or not!"

As soon as Lin Qing entered the store, the shopkeeper Qian, who looked very happy, welcomed her into the inner room. After selling the sour jujube cake, they exchanged a few more pleasantries. The atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence, and they both showed awkward smiles when their eyes met.

Lin Qing was thinking about the urgent matter of the Jia Mansion and the situation of the simulated policy discussion had to be opened up. She really didn't have time to linger in the candied fruit shop. It would be better for her to sell the recipe of the sour jujube cake directly to the shopkeeper Qian so that she could be free to take care of other things.

What Shopkeeper Qian was thinking about was how to buy a house. After all, he didn't want his wallet to be in the hands of others.

Lin Qing seemed to see his difficulty, cleared her throat and said, "Shopkeeper Qian, have you ever thought about this? Instead of buying sour jujube cakes from me at a high price every time, even if you raise the price by two times and then resell them, you will still lose part of the original investment. Why not get rid of it once and for all?"

When Manager Qian heard this, his eyebrows raised and his heart began to beat rapidly.

He didn't dare to think that what Lin Qing said was what he meant.

Did she and I have such a tacit understanding? !

"Husband, Madam, you mean..."

Lin Qing pulled out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "Boss Qian, this time I'll just give you the sour jujube cake recipe, okay?"

Shopkeeper Qian almost jumped up, and he tried to suppress the smile on his face, but he still couldn't suppress it.

He really didn't expect that this lady could be so knowledgeable and decisive!

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have to make more money from him, or even ask for a higher price.

"Hehehe, ma'am, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Lin Qing placed the recipe on the table to show his sincerity.

"Do you think I'm joking? I just don't know how much Manager Qian is willing to spend?"

Shopkeeper Qian seemed to have thought about this a long time ago and stretched out his hand without hesitation.

But Rourou's palms were obviously shaking.