Quick Transmigration: Always Just a Passerby

Chapter 461 My Cousin is the White Moonlight of Our Time (Part 2)

It's all Fu Wenliang's fault.

It's all Old Man Fu's fault; Old Man Fu really doesn't know how to name things.

Where is there any gentleness or kindness in Fu Wenliang?

More like a plague dog.

The Tan family doesn't know how to name their children. Tan Jingyan is anything but quiet; she loves to spread rumors and cause trouble even more than the aunties in the village.

Song Ping felt indignant again.

You scoundrel.

Old Fu is no good either.

Tongzi nodded frantically.

The sapling is poised to burst forth.

It was just waiting for Pingbao to give the order before it went to the next production team to give Fu Wenliang and his group a good beating.

Song Ping appreciated Rongbao's good intentions.

I told Rongbao to keep a close eye on them and not let them get away with harming people again.

She herself needs to pull herself together.

Deal with the original owner's sister-obsessed younger sister, Song Zhong, properly.

“Sister, I knew you were definitely in the tree. Song Shi ran over and told me that the educated youth had another epileptic seizure.”

Song Zhong tilted his head back with a happy expression.

Her eyes were fixed on her older sister in the tree, not missing a single detail.

Song Qian was sweltering behind him and was fanning herself with a leaf.

"Song Ping, were you born in the Year of the Monkey?"

She couldn't even climb that tree when she was a child.

Song Ping didn't answer her younger sister's or cousin's questions; instead, she immediately told them to leave.

"You two get out of the way, I'm going to jump."

If you don't give prior notice.

Song Ping worried that ten-year-old Song Chong would reach out to take it.

In the original owner's memory, such things had happened before.

Even at a young age, Song Chong knew how to smirk.

Ugh.

It's not good for the eldest sister to know herself too well, nor is it good for her not to know herself at all.

Song Qian must have been worried too.

He stepped forward and pulled Song Zhong into his arms.

They didn't care whether it was hot or not.

His mouth was still urging him on.

"Stop talking and just jump already..."

Before Song Qianhua could finish speaking, someone landed steadily on the ground.

There was quite a bit of dust when it landed.

Song Qian was caught off guard and was hit in the face.

"Pah, pah, pah, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Itchy hands.

I really want to beat Song Ping up.

Unfortunately, Song Zhong, who was in her arms, held her skinny waist.

Helpless, Song Qian could only struggle a few times before the matter was over.

Song Ping patted his clothes, which were a few inches too short.

She stuffed all the wild chicken eggs and bird eggs hidden in the leaves into Song Qian and Song Zhong's hands.

"Sis, it's so much better when you have big hands and big feet! Big hands can grab eggs, and big feet make it easier to stand..."

Once Song Chong opened his mouth, he started showering everyone with compliments.

Song Ping had no choice but to interrupt.

"Song Qian, are your brothers not home? If not, let's go to your house to borrow a light."

"What do you mean 'your brother' and 'my brother'? You call me Song Qian, why don't you call him Song Wan? You have so many low-ranking soldiers and generals, are you afraid of him?"

Song Ping was of course not afraid.

Song Chong, one of the young soldiers, puffed out his belly.

He raised his head again.

It's like I'm going to do whatever my older sister tells me to do.

Everyone who saw it said it was good.

The sapling banyan tree was also moved, and a cool breeze blew through its leaves.

Song Ping found it funny.

She's trying to maintain her public image, isn't she?

The original owner hated hearing Song Wan's lectures the most, so she took her place. Of course, she couldn't suddenly stop caring.

"Just tell me if we can use a stove at home."

Song Qian said she wanted to use it however she liked.

Song Chong followed closely behind his older sister, the enthusiasm he had shown earlier in searching for her completely gone.

San Song didn't want to run into those annoying educated youth.

They took a shortcut back to Song Qian's house.

You might ask why the educated youth didn't come to photograph Song Qian's front door.

That's because they bully the weak and fear the strong.

The old folks in Song Qian's family are no pushovers.

Song Ping didn't say who had been splashed with urine at the educated youth settlement; he just silently gave the old men and women a thumbs up.

Each person received a wild egg.

Old Man Song tapped his pipe, which was empty of tobacco, as if to ask who had climbed the tree today.

In the end, however, he still didn't ask.

Since the pants and jacket are both fine, anyone can climb the tree.

He didn't become an annoying old man.

He insisted that his granddaughter save the eggs for her brothers.

If he dares to say it, his wife will dare to take away his roasted eggs.

Forget it.

Everyone has their own destiny and circumstances.

If Song Wan really wants to eat it, he should go and find it in the woods himself.

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the other side.

Unnie couldn't find a scapegoat and was at a loss for what to do.

No villager stepped in to mediate.

They, the educated youth, were definitely going to be extorted.

Yinyin is still too kind.

They were always forbidden from speaking ill of the Song family.

Now look at it, the Song family is nowhere near worthy of Yin Yin's treatment.

Eunice never even considered it.

She sacrificed herself to carry the small pot for her daughter, Yin Yin.

After all, the villagers wouldn't really do anything to them, a group of people of all ages.

Humph.

They were blinded by the halo but didn't actually lose much of their rationality.

It's likely that Song Yinyin was aware of this as well.

To elaborate further.

Song Yinyin knew that her family and neighbors were not susceptible to her explicit or implicit suggestions.

That's why I thought of using an indirect method.

It was brought forward by the "fervent" supporters.

Song Ping found this "idiot halo" ridiculous.

All these people can do is verbally complain, but Song Yinyin has to do all the work in the production team herself. She's not the kind of "white moonlight" that everyone admires.

Tsk tsk.

After clicking her tongue, she started discussing Song Yinyin's ending with Tongzi.

"Her glory faded after she took the college entrance exam..."

One by one, her friends who cheered her on disappeared without a trace…

Is the college entrance exam some kind of ward off evil spirits or something?

And You Zhiqing and his group also benefited a lot from Song Yinyin.

Normally, we only serve meat.

The supply and marketing cooperative managed to secure the necessary supplies.

A complete set of college entrance examination materials can be obtained with ease.

The schools and majors I applied for were almost all the most suitable ones I could find.

I don't know where this feeling of disgust comes from.

Do I hate the version of myself that gets jealous and fights over Song Yinyin?

Please don't.

They themselves wouldn't believe that.

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Thinking back to the past…

A certain unlucky guy was affected by the plot.

When the time comes, my biological mother will ask me to hand over my salary.

Song Ping devised a plan.

"Boss, these people who took advantage of Song Yinyin and then used the Song family to morally blackmail her should be her friends for life, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, I'd be happy to be your friend or your dog."

The lives of the educated youth in Youni are about to get better.

Song Yinyin's life was the same.

After all, one is only not clear-headed when making a sacrifice; one immediately regains their senses afterward.

It's only a matter of time before they beat him senseless.

Who knows, they might end up with a whole bunch of cripples.

Song Zhong saw his sister grin.

I'm a little confused.

"Sis, what are you thinking about?"

You have to tell your sister everything, whether you're thinking about it or not.

Tell me who you hold a grudge against.

I wrote it down in my little notebook, so that I won't forget you no matter who forgets me.

—Song Zhong's inner thoughts as a sister-obsessed man.

Song Qian didn't like seeing the two of them being so affectionate.

Holding roasted eggs of various sizes, they approached their mother.

The old lady could tell at a glance that her granddaughter was up to no good.

"Go away, if you're jealous, go urge your mom to give you another little sister."

Don't bother that old woman all day long.

Hey.

She still lacks authority.

I need to go and learn from Granny Zhou tomorrow.

This person is the one who has the final say at home.

At home, if Granny Zhou raised her eyebrows, her grandson would be so frightened that he would cry loudly.

The old lady suddenly started daydreaming.

He imagined himself letting out a cold snort, and the old man being so startled that he dropped his pipe.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Not bad, not bad.