Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

   Chapter 645 Sending

   Chapter 645 Sending

  Su Xiaolu just turned around, her hand was pulled, she was stunned.

Zhou Zhi's hands are a little cool, his hands are very long, and the joints are also very textured. Zhou Zhi is good-looking, and Su Xiaolu feels Zhou Zhi's hands. She feels that even if Zhou Zhi does not have this skin, he will still be a very good person. Beautiful skeleton.

   "Little deer, this is for you. These are the seeds that are borne. If you encounter danger, plant them with your water ability. This is better than branches."

   Zhou Zhi took a sachet to Su Xiaolu, he took Su Xiaolu's hand, put the sachet in Su Xiaolu's palm, and instructed gently.

  Su Xiaolu took the sachet and nodded subconsciously: "Okay, thank you fourth brother."

   This is a good thing.

   Zhou Zhi's wooden imprint, can it bear seeds?

  Su Xiaolu touched his head a little embarrassedly: "I still don't know that this can still be harvested, mine doesn't seem to be."

   Zhou Zhi smiled gently and said softly, "Not every ability is the same. The more profound the perception of these abilities, the more widely they can be used. You can try it when you come back, little deer."

   "Well, thank you fourth brother."

  Su Xiaolu felt that Zhou Zhi was really nice, so she told her what she had learned.

   Zhou Zhi took out a bouquet of flowers and handed it to Su Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, Happy New Year."

  Su Xiaolu took the flowers. The fragrance of the flowers was clear and very good. She was in a good mood, and the little emotions in her heart had been washed away.

   She smiled and said goodbye to Zhou Zhi.

   After sending Su Xiaolu away, Zhou Zhi also breathed a sigh of relief.

   Those blooming flowers disappeared one after another, only green vines and thorns.

   He went back to the table, took out the herb, opened it with a sigh, and saw inside, the three hundred and seventieth chapter was written—

   is the book Su Xiaolu once read about the words of Immortal Venerable and his amnesiac wife. This is the first herb, and there are still some things he has commented on that he wants to change. Of course, it cannot be shown to Su Xiaolu.

  —

   On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the news of Yan Qingyun's death spread. At the same time, there was also news that Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Yuran and Yan Yuanan were banished from Beijing.

   The reason is not widely circulated, and many people do not even know the real reason.

   The Yan family were banished from the capital at the fastest speed.

   Yan Qingyun's funeral was also done quickly, but he was buried in a hurry, leaving too little time for the Yan family.

   There is no guilt, just a white body. When the whole family left the capital, they were searched inside and out by the Imperial Army several times to ensure that they did not take anything valuable.

   After coming out of the capital, Yan Zhiyuan seemed to be ten years older. In just two days, he had a lot of gray hair. He didn't even know if he could bring his family back to the Yan family's ancestral home.

   Seeing Zhao from a distance, Yan Zhiyuan felt a little ashamed. He moved his lips and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't even find a suitable name for Zhao.

   is called sister, he is not worthy.

Zhao's expression was dull, and she quietly handed something to Yan Zhiyuan, she said plainly: "This, accept it, my father has passed away, I leave this last on you, it should be what he wants to see, from now on, we will There is no connection whatsoever.”

   "You, cherish all the way."

   Mr. Zhao looked at the unfamiliar and uneasy faces not far away, without saying any more, turned around and walked away.

   When the family property was liquidated, Yan Zhiyuan knew that as much as Yan Qingyun gave to Zhao, Zhao paid back. It has always been like this, and there is no such thing as what Zhao said.

"thanks."

   Yan Zhiyuan's voice was hoarse. He didn't understand the Zhao family. Speaking of which, the Zhao family was the one who should hate Yan Qingyun the most. Yan Qingyun never had any fatherly love for her.

   Zhao's heart was too soft, Yan Zhiyuan wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, he didn't deserve it, he was despicable and needed this sum of money.

   He and Zhao will never meet again in this life.

   Looking at Zhao's figure, Yan Zhiyuan took two steps forward and shouted, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Su, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to raise my wife and contradicted my wife that day. Zhiyuan hereby apologizes to my wife."

   Yan Zhiyuan squeezed the thing Zhao gave him tightly and knelt down.

   Zhao's footsteps paused and did not look back. She took a deep breath and walked towards the pavilion firmly. Wherever she has the confidence, her support is waiting for her.

   Yan Zhiyuan didn't delay much and left quickly with his family.

  Su Saburo patted the back of Zhao Shi's hand and said gently, "My dear, let's go home too."

   Mr. Zhao nodded, and she sighed: "Daddy, am I too spineless?"

Su Saburo shook his head: "No, it's not the same, although you don't say Yan Zhiyuan and you don't know, but it's not our thing after all, if you take it, you feel uneasy, and if you give it away, there will be no burden in the future, after all, in this life I don't think I'll see you anymore, why bother yourself, if I were you, I'd give it to him too."

  The one hundred taels that Zhao gave to Yan Zhiyuan was not much. It was found by Mr. Zhao when he opened a gift from Yan Qingyun. One hundred taels was sandwiched in the gift.

   They once returned the corresponding things, and this one hundred taels are extra.

  Yan Qingyun has already gone, and it doesn't matter if he hasn't returned, but after much consideration, Su Sanlang still persuaded the Zhao family to give the one hundred taels to Yan Zhiyuan. If Yan Qingyun is no more, then give it to Yan Zhiyuan.

"Ugh…"

   Zhao sighed, and returned to the city with Su Saburo hand in hand.

   "We have to work hard this year. He Hai said that this year we will attack Yucai, and we will do it once."

  Su Saburo skillfully changed the topic.

Zhao shi smiled: "When we entered the capital, wasn't it for Yucai, my younger brother and sister have been preparing for this day for a long time, and she also said that when Yucai's name came down, she could relax a little, and then she would go. Look at the big girl and the second girl."

   "If it does, it's time to relax. We've also become grandparents, and we'll be able to find time to help a bunch of Chong brothers. In two years, Brother Hua will also be a father. We still have a lot to do."

Su Saburo said with a gentle smile, he and Zhao are both in good health. Although they did not feel the strange powers that the children said, as ordinary people, they have a lot of bodies, and they can't help the children. Just help with small things, if you can help some, some.

   Zhao shi smiled and nodded: "That's good."

   "Yes." Su Saburo clenched Zhao's hand.

   They walked together for another year, it was great.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, Su Xiaolu entered the palace and gave Su Xiaoling something. Su Xiaoling was pregnant with twins, in good spirits, and the children were all healthy. After listening to Su Xiaolu's advice, Su Xiaoling laughed: "Xiaolu, don't worry, I will. Okay, I am also the second disciple of Minggu, and I will not lose the face of our Minggu faction. Although I have never given birth to a child, I have learned a lot. Sister Huilan also told me a lot. I know what to do."

   (end of this chapter)