Ancestor: The nanny was thrown out of the house at the beginning

Chapter 35 Start

Song Yuan worked as a teacher for free in the mountains for six years!
From her hands, she has taught students one after another, and walked out of the mountains!

But now, she couldn't hold on anymore.Her belief is gone, and it is meaningful to persevere, but it is meaningless to her as a person.

"teacher!"

"Teacher! Teacher!"

"Teacher, don't go! Where are you going!"

The children ran out of the classroom one after another, looking at Song Yuan with teary eyes.

Two elders from the village realized that something was wrong, and walked over staggeringly, "Mr. Song, you... you are? What are you doing?"

"Grandma Li, Grandma Wu, thank you for taking care of me all these years! I...I'm leaving! I'm sorry! I can no longer teach here."

Song Yuan cried and ran out of the mountain village, and walked resolutely outside the mountain.

……

Things like Song Yuan and Song Chenggong are happening all over the country.

"I'm sorry everyone, I can't keep my promise!"

"Director Song, what did you say? You just left? Didn't you say that you want to lead our village to become rich? It's starting to improve now, why?"

"Because, I am Haotian Sanbu, a member of the Song Family Empire! I have to go back and send our ancestors one last time!"

……

"Brother Song, can you not leave? What should we do if you leave!"

"I miss you too, but I have to go! Goodbye, everyone!"

……

Summoning order of the Song family, the Song family must return.

Song Zhanlong watched the videos sent from various bases across the country!
Heart like a knife.

In the video, those trolls slapped themselves, and the members of Haotian's third department were crying and crying, and they were all moved.

Song Qingge's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Grandpa Song! We...Are we really going to kill them? They already know they are wrong, can we let them go?"

Song Yuancheng said: "Yes, Uncle Song, just let them go, I beg you! Sixty-eight million people have all apologized now, and are willing to accept any punishment from Haotian III. Our ancestors taught us to be tolerant all their lives. To treat others, we must forgive others and forgive others, do we... really need to hold on to it?"

Song Zhanlong sighed and asked, "Who else hasn't arrived?"

"They're all here. People from Ice Field in the North District and Tianshen Song in the South District are already waiting outside."

"What did they say? What did they mean?"

"They respect what you want, but if possible, they still hope that you can let these people go. They don't want internal strife in the Song family empire, so they didn't come in for fear of arguing with you."

Song Zhanlong nodded slightly, and said, "I see. Yuan Cheng, let's start the final plan. Those people...all...let them go!"

Song Yuancheng was overjoyed, and nodded immediately: "Okay! Thank you, Uncle Song! Thank you, Uncle Song!"

Song Yuanying got up and announced loudly to everyone behind him: "Let's start!"

"start!"

"start!"

Everyone relayed the order and passed on the order.

Song Zhanlong looked sad, and led everyone towards the door.

Came to Song Qingge Villa.

Song Haizhou has already dressed Song Yuancheng in an "emperor's robe", gold silk satin, and Kowloon.

Song Haotian's remains were also meticulously decorated by Song Haizhou.

Seeing through the window that Song Zhanlong and others were already waiting outside, Song Haizhou said with a sad face: "Old Ancestor, I'll wait and see you off!"

Song Yuancheng shouted outside the villa: "Uncle Song, I'm here to pick up the old ancestor on the road!"

As soon as the words fell, sixteen people from the Song Family Empire carried a huge flower garden to the courtyard of the villa.

Song Haizhou hugged Song Haotian's body and walked out slowly.

Everyone started to put Song Haotian's body into the diamond crystal coffin in the middle of the flower garden.

"We want to bury our ancestors as close to the sky as possible! Listen to all the people of the Song Empire, this time, it's all voluntary. You can go or not, don't force, don't force! Those who don't want to go , just stay here!"

After finishing speaking, Song Zhanlong turned around and walked through the crowd with an expression on his face, no worries in his heart!

……

online!

After the computer and mobile phone were restored, the Internet instantly boiled.

"Fuck, did something happen to everyone's computers and mobile phones? Or was it just me?"

"You think too highly of yourself! The entire Internet cafe here is like this. I can tell you responsibly that you are not the only one in this situation!"

"I didn't expect Mr. Song's contribution to be so much! We...are we a little sorry for Mr. Song?"

"A bit? What is a bit? That's very sorry, okay!"

"Oh, we are really damned! Shen Xingyi is even more damned! If we could stand up and help Mr. Song at that time, would it... be different?"

"Who knew the situation at that time! Alas!"

The fish that slipped through the net of the nine-year obligation: "My friends, look, this is what I just took!"

Suddenly, a netizen named "The Fish That Slipped Through the Nine-Year Obligation" posted a video!
In the video, sixteen people are carrying a huge flowerbed. In the middle of the flowerbed, there is also a diamond crystal coffin, and there is a person lying in the coffin!

An old man!

Wearing a golden imperial robe, but the appearance of this old man can still be recognized at a glance!

Song Haotian is so famous now that he can't even recognize him.

And behind Song Haotian, a large group of people followed closely, at least a few hundred.

This group of people all looked solemn and dignified, and slowly followed behind the diamond and crystal coffin in the flower garden.

"What are they going to do?"

"I do not know!"

"Ah? Has anyone said before that Haotian III will live and die with Mr. Song?"

"Damn it, don't scare me! If you say that, then...then are they going...to be buried with them?"

"No way!"

"Fuck, is it real or not? Why do I feel so nervous!"

……

"Everyone, I am the host of Nanling Television Association, Lingling."

"It can be seen that there are now more than 9000 people following Mr. Song Haotian's coffin, walking towards the west. I don't know what they want to do!"

"Looking at their direction, they should be going straight to the desert!"

The third part of Haotian has now become the most concerned thing in the whole country.

Some netizens speculated, "Is it true that they are going to be buried with them?"

"It's hard to say! No, we can't let him do this, we have to find a way to stop them!"

"Think of a way? Think of a way? Who else can stop them now?"

Several helicopters landed beside Song Zhanlong, and Li Tianheng was the first to land.

"Song Zhanlong, what do you want to press?"

(End of this chapter)