Chapter 99 The storm is coming
The terraced field experiment was actually initiated by the government? Wouldn't it be enough for her to just provide a blueprint?

Song Qingwan picked up the teapot and poured tea into her father's cup, smiling, "Dad, you're awesome!" With an official production, there would definitely be a lot less resistance, and there would be people to speak up for her and take the worry out of it, so there would be very little pressure.

Father Song was a little proud. He picked up the tea and drank it with a look of enjoyment. "What? Your father is not stubborn. This is just a waste of resources and making the best use of things. It's not right. I call it thriftiness. Anyway, leave the matter of developing the barren mountain to your father. I guarantee that it will be done for you."

With her father's words, Song Qingwan took out the blueprint from the small cloth bag without saying anything. "Three big mountains and eight small mountains, please, Dad. You just need to make some of the areas that need to be made into planting areas into terraces for me. I will build the windmills, water tankers and so on by myself in the fine factory."

Father Song was stunned when he saw the thick stack of drawings. "No, why are there so many?" And his daughter planned and drew them in one day. What kind of speed is this? !
Everyone picked up the drawings and looked at them.

"Farming area?"

“This scenic spot is nice.”

"The entertainment area is fun. There's also a horse farm and a lawn for flying kites. It's pretty good."

“The accommodation area is the best, you can stay halfway up the mountain and enjoy the view of the mountain below.”

Only Father Song carefully noticed the annotations on the drawing, "Why does this font look so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Song Dad's expression immediately turned extremely cold. "Is it the eldest princess? Or Prince Ping?"

"If the girl was an ordinary weak woman, I'm afraid today~" A girl with a bad reputation would usually commit suicide out of shame, right? And there were so many masters surrounding and killing her, obviously wanting to kill her.

"Sir, how about I follow the Second Young Master and the Fourth Young Master?" At least they can pick them up on the way to and from school. Xie Qingcheng offered to support.

So, Xiuniang briefly recounted how the young prostitute in the Red Mansion had ruined Song Qingwan's reputation in public, and of course the robbery and murder in the alley.

"Since you sold the young prostitute, it must have angered the other party even more. They won't get any benefit from Wanwan. Qingping, you two brothers should be careful out there."

"I understand, Dad." Song Qingping just responded calmly, and no one saw any worry or panic on his face.

"Impossible? He is a master." Is it difficult to admit that others are better than your family? Yes! It is difficult. Song Qingwan also thinks that her father is the best father in the world.

"My daughter is a great master, why did you buy so many at once? Didn't you say that you didn't have enough money?" It wouldn't be possible that she would do something earth-shattering, and he, the father, would be the last to know about it?
Father Song first tried to calm his heart a little, so that he wouldn't be able to suppress it and let it jump out.

"Ah, there is indeed something, but it is far inferior to my daughter's." Father Song said in a flat tone. He himself felt that his attitude was inexplicable. Anyway, he just couldn't like the handwriting.

When it comes to this, Xiuniang has the most say. She is angry, distressed, and a little proud. "Sir, you have to make the decision for the young lady. The young lady has suffered a great injustice today."

Everyone is concerned about the content of the drawings, but you are the only one who cares about the font. You are worthy of being my father. Song Qingwan coughed lightly, "Just tell me whether his comments are more exquisite or not?"

Father Song didn't say anything, he just said this lightly.

The Prince of Ping was a grudge from Song's father, the Princess might be because of the Huang Escort Agency, and there was also the second daughter of the Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion because of Zhang Zhiyi. But no matter who they were, if those people dared to attack the Song family, he would certainly not let it go.

Father Song waved his hand and refused, "No, no, they are boys, they should be tempered, they can't be much weaker than their sister, otherwise, they won't be able to help them in the future."

The Song family's children, from the fourth child onwards, all grew up in their hometown. Farmers' children are very hardworking. The fifth and sixth children were born in the capital and were almost raised by Mother Song alone. It was impossible to raise them with care even if Mother wanted to.

Although the children didn't have Song Qingwan's martial arts, they were definitely smart and would definitely have no problem staying alive. Father Song was so confident. It wasn't like their family had never encountered storms before, but they were just not as fierce as they are now. But the more times like this, the more they couldn't lose their composure. After years of training, it was time for the kids to experience some storms. Father Song's eyes were firm, and he was encouraging the children.

Of course Song Qingping and the others understood what their father meant, so they did not object to avoid getting beaten.

The Song family is indeed a bit mysterious. After being here for two days, they found that everything in this house, whether it is the people or the objects, looks ordinary.

But Song Qingwan's ability is a mystery, as well as Lord Song's tolerance and the calmness of other members of the Song family. They seem ordinary, but they are also extraordinary.

But one thing is certain, except Song Qingwan, no one else in the Song family has any military power.

Therefore, Situ Boliang had to remind him, "Sir, do you need someone to follow you?" The most important thing is the safety of the head of the family. He is the mainstay of the Song family and cannot be shaken.

But Song's father also waved his hand, "No need, I'm just a junior sixth-rank official, there's no need to waste the family's manpower, you all should follow Wanwan to do your business, we'll talk about this when the time is right."

It’s still because the official rank is too low. Father Song is worried. This time, he must get a promotion. His daughter has given him the ladder, and if he still can’t climb up, he will lose face.

After talking about the retaliation, Xiuniang naturally also told her about the fact that they had gambled 30,000 taels of gold on the stone.

Everyone praised Song Qingwan's abilities, only the Song family members were calm, and Song's father looked at Song Qingwan with quite friendly eyes.

"Would you believe me if I told you I can see through things?" Song Qingwan asked weakly.

Her brothers and sisters all shook their heads. Father Song was even more direct, "Then you can see through it and see what color my heart is now?" Angry? Or sad?

"Red! The red of passionate blood!" Song Qingwan vowed.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Song Dad was heartbroken and almost burst into tears on the spot, "It's Dad's fault for letting you get involved in gambling. Dad will kneel down in front of the ancestors now. I won't get up until the ancestors forgive me."

Song Qingwan grabbed her father and said, "I was wrong, Dad, I will never dare to do it again, seriously! I swear."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I will never indulge in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling again!" Really, I can only go to gamble on stones this once, otherwise I will definitely get into trouble.

"You really don't want to visit prostitutes anymore? That's what you said. Come on, write it down and ask your sister to put her fingerprints on it." Song's father forgave her as soon as she turned hostile.

Song Qingping was in a dilemma. Why was he asked to do such a thing? Daddy was not easy to mess with, but was my sister easy to mess with? This shouldn't be the case. Daddy couldn't possibly have discovered my sister's affair that night.

Song Qingwan was dumbfounded. Weren't they talking about gambling? Why did her father only care about whoring? He was trying to trick her in a roundabout way!

"Old Song, have you ever looked at your daughter straight in the eye? Do I look like a fickle, fickle vixen? I look so upright and dignified, and so majestic~"

"Sign it! As for your marriage, your parents must decide it. You can't marry yourself off without permission." This is the bad thing about my daughter's strong opinions.

The handwriting on the previous drawing was clearly that of a man. This silly girl is stubborn and easily suffers losses in love affairs. She is still foolishly counting money for others. Father Song has to be on guard.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingwan smiled and said, "The marriage can be signed." Anyway, she didn't want to get married, but if she had to give up her daily Minghe desserts, what would she do with her injuries and body?
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