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"What do you mean by helping Zheng Fang raise him? That's my child too." Song Sui frowned.

Zheng Liang's expression immediately changed, "No"

After getting along with each other for so many days, Song Sui knew that Zheng Liang could only listen to what he said. If you give him a hard time, he can be harder than you.

Song Sui immediately changed her explanation, "My son is Wang Meixiang's only grandson now. He is as useless as Zheng Fang. He will never be able to marry a wife again in this life. If we take the child out, wouldn't it be equivalent to cutting off the relationship between Wang Meixiang's descendants? Wang Meixiang will definitely be anxious by then."

Zheng Liang thought for a while and felt that what Song Sui said was quite reasonable. The look in Song Sui's eyes was different.

"You're right."

Song Sui felt that Zheng Liang looked at her strangely.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

Zheng Liang shook his head, "I didn't expect that you, a woman who looks soft and weak on the surface, can actually be a cruel guy."

Song Sui didn't know whether Zheng Liang's words were praising him or hurting him.

She sat next to Zheng Liang, revealing the silver bracelet on her wrist, which Zheng Liang bought specially for her after winning the gambling at the casino last night.

"The person I originally wanted to marry was you, but you were not at home at that time, so I had no choice, so I chose Zheng Fang."

Song Sui vaguely remembered that rice was very expensive this year, so she suggested, "At the beginning of spring this year, a fortune teller came to our village to tell fortunes. I overheard that person saying that the situation this year is not as good as in previous years. It seems that there will be heavy rain and the price of food will be expensive. Why don't we take advantage of this time to stock up on food."

Zheng Liang laughed immediately, "Do you still believe what those people say? If those fortune tellers were really accurate, how could they still be so poor?"

Song Sui smiled and said, "You have some money anyway, why not try doing some small business, just in case you make money."

Zheng Liang thought about it and felt it was right.

"Okay, let's do it tomorrow."

Song Sui looked overjoyed after hearing this.

As expected, Zheng Fang is a piece of shit who can't hold up a wall. As long as he leaves Zheng Fang and finds someone else, he will definitely be able to live a good life.

"Children's time?" Song Sui asked again.

"There's no rush." Zheng Liang said, "Now when we go back to the village, shouldn't we be arrested by someone?"

Song Sui nodded and could only suppress the thoughts in his heart.

Boss Luo, who went to Baoping Prefecture to do fabric business these days, ordered a batch of cloth from the new cotton weaving mill.

Song He is extremely busy. She needs to keep an eye on production quality, dyeing threads, and spinning.

These days, Song He plans to expand the variety of fabrics in the weaving workshop again, and decides to add a hemp thread weaving workshop to the weaving workshop.

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