The otherworldly family in space

Mrs. Song looked at the ginseng that Song Ci took out, her eyes were dull and dull, and she seemed to be stupid.

If it was one or two plants, Mrs. Song would not have such a big reaction.

On the rag was a whole small pile of fresh ginseng of different thicknesses and shapes, the roots were intertwined with each other, and the soil was still stained on it, no less than ten ginseng.

Time passed slowly, and the first thing Mrs. Song did when she came to her senses was to directly pick up the broom that she usually used to sweep the kang, and hit Song Ci.

Song Ci hurriedly hid, and seized the opportunity to restrain Mrs. Song's hand.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Song Ci felt bitter. Both his mother and the future daughter-in-law would strike at the slightest disagreement, and this day was simply impossible.

And he dared not fight anyone.

"I told you not to learn well. Where did you steal the ginseng? Where did you get the courage to steal other people's ginseng? There are so many ginseng, it's not enough to pay for your life and my life." Mrs. Song said Said fiercely in a crying voice.

Why isn't this kid worrying about it!

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry, this is his mother, why can't he think about him in a good way.

Ugh.

These days, he has tried his best to correct the impression left by his original body. Why is the trust between mother and child so weak when something happens.

"Before people find out, you quietly send it back." Mrs. Song said, he didn't believe that Er Gouzi Song had such a great ability to get so much ginseng.

Over the past few decades, I have never heard of a few companies that have dug ginseng in the mountains.How could it be possible to call Song Ergou to touch it, and there are so many in just one touch.

"Mother, this is not stolen, it was dug from the mountain."

"Don't lie to me, how could so many ginsengs be dug up on the mountain all at once."

"Mom, I didn't lie to you. It's not right to say that it was dug up. It was given to you by Dad."

"What, your father?" Listening to Song Ci mentioning his dead husband who died early, he forgot all doubts for a moment, and even the broom made a loud noise when it fell on the ground, but it didn't attract her attention.

"Yes, my father told me in a dream last night that I didn't live up to it before, and he didn't feel at ease in heaven. Now that I've changed, he's very happy and relieved, and the only thing he can't let go of is your mother. Dad told me that he buried some ginseng in a place in the mountains and asked me to fetch it and give it to you. I was afraid it was a dream, so I didn’t dare to tell you during the day.”

"I didn't believe it was true until I dug three feet deep and saw these ginsengs at the place my father said."

Before Song Ci finished speaking, Mrs. Song was already in tears, and the tears flowed down the wrinkles on her face to her collar.

All the women in the village envy her for her good life. She married such a capable person as Carpenter Song and enjoys life all day long. She is often proud of this in her heart.

Only now did she know how lucky she was to marry someone.

Even after death, he still misses himself.

If there is a next life, he will be married to that dead ghost for the rest of his life.

"Mom, why are you crying? It's a good thing." Song Ci hurriedly took his mother into his arms and comforted her.

"Ergou, you really didn't lie to me. These things were really sent by your father." Mrs. Song wiped away her tears and confirmed it again.

"I didn't lie to you, it's true, otherwise where would I get these ginseng." Song Ci apologized to his cheap father in the sky in his heart.

He can come here across time and space, in fact, it is also an arrangement of God's will in the dark.

It is also possible to use this name to change the lives of myself and Mrs. Song, and to accumulate some capital for future business.

"Father also said, let you take care of your old age, don't be reluctant to eat and wear, think about leaving all the good things to your children and grandchildren, and he wants you to enjoy the blessings that he has not finished enjoying."

Song Ci's words of comfort made Mrs. Song very happy.

After Mrs. Song cried, she was finally in the mood to check the ginseng Song Ci brought.

There are a total of thirteen ginseng with different thicknesses and lengths. The largest one is probably hundreds of years old.

Mrs. Song stretched out her hand to touch those ginsengs, but she was afraid that she would be a rough person and break these precious things.

Then she remembered something, turned her head and warned Song Ci sternly, "Er Gou, these are good things to save your life, don't let it out when you are outside, no one can tell, even your second uncle Don't say anything at home."

"Mother, it's up to you to say, I understand the power of it."

"Then I'll put these things away. Remember, don't go out and talk nonsense." Mrs. Song took out a brown cotton cloth from the bedside cabinet, planning to repack the ginseng.That tattered white cloth is not worthy of the value of these ginseng.

"Mother, we have so many ginsengs, we won't be able to use them up in a few lifetimes. To save our lives, just keep the thickest ones. Let's get rid of the rest."

Seeing that Mrs. Song was not very willing, Song Ci continued to persuade, "The roots of these two plants are already broken, and we don't know how to preserve the ginseng better. If it takes a long time, the medicine will lose its effect, isn't it a loss? If you want me to say it's better to sell it. You forget what I just said, father gave mother these things just to let you live a good life, how can father be relieved like you. "

"Life is good enough now, let's keep these ginsengs as family heirlooms." Mrs. Song defended herself weakly. Whoever is like theirs can have a meal of meat from time to time, and can eat meat every few days. Steamed white flour steamed buns once.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If you can manage your eldest grandson, great-grandson, and future generations, then it's their own parents who should worry about it."

Mrs. Song stared at her son Song Ergou strangely, feeling that her son was still as selfish and scumbag as ever.

For the sake of my own happiness, I don't even want to care about my descendants.

He doesn't love her grandson, but she does.

However, in the end, Mrs. Song still picked out one of the two ginseng plants with damaged roots, and handed it to Song Ci, and asked him to take it to the county to sell it.

Song Ci looked at this small and thin ginseng, about 30 years old, and was speechless.

He obviously took out so many ginsengs from the space, but in the end the one that could be sold was the one with the worst overall quality, obviously the other root was also broken.