Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

In the middle of the night, Lin Qianqian developed a high fever and started talking nonsense, shouting that someone was going to kill her. No one could sleep well due to the torment.

When it was almost dawn, the fever finally subsided, Wu Xiuzhi said with a dark face, "I probably bumped into some dead ghost. Wait until dawn to call the fifth aunt."

"Mom, these are all feudal superstitions. If you fall into the water, you will be too frightened. As long as the fever is gone, it will be fine."

"Hmph! Don't believe this. Your wife's thoughts have been elsewhere recently. She takes leave every three days and runs to the city. Who knows if she is possessed by a demon?"

"Son, don't blame mom for being mean. You have to keep an eye on Qianqian. Now that she's crazy, why should she build a hotel? I'll tell you the ugly things first. Just wait for her to pay the bills."

Song Wenhao frowned in displeasure and said, "Mom, the business hasn't even started yet, and you're just saying depressing words. Is it okay in the future?"

As if meeting the old lady for the first time, he widened his eyes and said, "You were not like this before. Qianqian's life has not been easy these past few years. We have gone through so many ups and downs to be able to get together."

Wu Xiuzhi pouted and said in dissatisfaction, "Why don't you tell me how sensible your wife was before? How well-behaved she was? What did I worry about at home and outside?"

"Look at her now. Sometimes she wants to join the army, and sometimes she wants to open a hotel. Principal Wan has come to me several times and asked me to advise your wife not to ask for leave all the time."

"She is an advanced person in the county and a model educated youth. The most important thing is that she is your wife. If she always does this, isn't it holding you back?"

"Mom, you are going too far. Qianqian has always worked hard and been good. My future will not be affected by her."

"It's getting late. Go to bed. I'll make breakfast. Give me the boxes of American ginseng I brought back. I want to make some porridge for Qianqian in the morning."

Wu Xiuzhi returned to the house angrily and threw the kang broom away.

Old Man Song, who was sleeping, opened his eyes and said in a buzzing voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hmph! Now I finally know what it means to marry a wife and forget your mother."

"What? Your son made you unhappy again?"

"That box of American ginseng was promised to make wine for the two of us. Don't go back and replenish it for his wife. She has a small body and a big hair." Wu Xiuzhi said in a strange way.

Old Man Song turned over irritably, "I heard what you both said. I don't blame your son for talking about you. You didn't treat Qianqian like this before. What have you been doing lately? If Wenjun doesn't go home to make trouble, you can do it yourself It’s a non-stop commotion.”

"Why did you mention that dead girl? What I regret most is that I didn't strangle her to death when she was born."

The old man felt unhappy when he thought of the insult he had received at Song Wenjun's house. The two of them kept their eyes open until dawn.

After serving his wife a bowl of porridge, Song Wenhao came out and said to his parents, "I'll go to school to ask for leave for Qianqian. Mom, you can make some soup for Qianqian at noon."

Wu Xiuzhi reluctantly agreed. After watching her son leave, she immediately hid the remaining ginseng roots.

Returning to the place where the accident happened last night, his wife shouted over and over again in the nightmare that someone was going to harm her, but Song Wenhao still paid attention to it and came over to check.

The surrounding environment was basically destroyed by the villagers' footprints. After simulating the scene of Lin Qianqian rolling down the mountain several times, Song Wenhao couldn't figure it out. What did she mean by being framed?
well!My wife must have felt a sense of disparity when she saw Wenjun suddenly become a nouveau riche.

She was never at home and had no one to talk to her. She became depressed and became ill, so she talked nonsense.

When we arrived at the school, Principal Wan was standing at the door to greet the students.