Chapter 592 Ningning, I Am Your Mother
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
Everyone was wondering who was so ignorant that he not only voted, but also insisted on writing Deng Fugui's name.
Shen Ningning looked around and was about to make peace.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Deng stood up.
He handed his youngest son Deng Longer to his wife beside him.
"Dad, don't be angry, I wrote it." His face was a little embarrassed.
The old village chief never expected that it was his own son who did it!
He widened his eyes, his gray beard curled up, and said sternly: "How dare you not take my words to heart? Do you still think Deng Fugui is your son? He has been completely corrupted by that woman Wang Qiaoer, and he may have died outside."
"Now you have married a new wife, Sanhua is so filial, and Long'er is so smart, how dare you be so confused and think about Deng Fugui, have you forgotten that he has changed his surname and is not your son anymore!"
Uncle Deng looked embarrassed: "I..."
Dong Sanhua quickly stood up: "Dad, don't be angry, I asked him to write it."
"You?!" The old village chief looked at this daughter-in-law, and his stern expression eased a lot: "Sanhua, why did you do this?"
Dong Sanhua is usually very diligent, and she manages everything at home and outside in an orderly manner.
Moreover, she really treats the old village chief as filial as her own father.
Therefore, the old village chief is very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, especially compared with the harsh ex-daughter-in-law like Wang Qiaoer.
Dong Sanhua hugged Deng Longer who was enjoying himself.
With kindness in her eyes, she said patiently, "Dad, I can understand you. You are afraid that Jixiang still misses his ex-wife's son and will make me feel wronged."
"But no matter what, Fugui is Jixiang's blood. Wang Qiaoer's evil deeds cannot be blamed on the child. Besides, Wang Qiaoer is dead and the child is innocent."
"Maybe Fugui is still alive. As long as he is alive, he is our family. If he can come back one day, I will definitely welcome him. This time, Dad, you said that anyone in the village can vote, so I asked Jixiang to vote for Fugui."
Uncle Deng quickly followed and said, "If Fugui is here, he will definitely vote for Brother Liu. In the past, Fugui always liked to go to Brother Liu's house to play and keep company with Huzi and others."
Uncle Liu's son Liu Hu lowered his head silently: "When we had nothing to eat before, Brother Fugui took us to dig bird nests and go to the river to catch shrimps. As long as we caught something, he would give it to us. I miss him a little bit."
When Shen Ningning heard this, she turned to look at the old village chief.
"Grandpa Village Chief, since everyone thinks so, Wang Qiaoer is dead, and her sins are forgiven, you should stop being angry with Fugui."
Grandma Qin also persuaded beside her, smiling: "Yes, Old Deng, how long can we live? Most of the sufferings of our lives are over, why bother with the younger generation at the end? If Fugui can come back, you will be fulfilled, right?"
The old village chief frowned with deep emotion and sighed heavily.
"I am ashamed of everyone for not being able to teach him well."
The villagers smiled and waved their hands, comforting him one after another--
"Village Chief, you have paid more for us. Fugui is a child, can we still care about him?"
"That's right, and Fugui is fine. It was Wang Qiaoer who made the mistake, and she is dead."
"As long as Fugui can come back well, it is more important than anything else. He just disappeared, not necessarily dead. I think he is still a member of our Xiangyun Village."
The old village chief listened to everyone's words, and his heart was like a warm current flowing through.
In fact, Deng Fugui is his grandson, how could he bear to really give up Deng Fugui?
It's just that what Wang Qiaoer did was too bad. She made things difficult for the village again and again. As the village chief, he naturally had to take a sharp attitude.
Even if it was his own grandson, he could not tolerate offending the villagers.
Fortunately, Wang Qiaoer did it, and everyone didn't intend to make a fuss with Deng Fugui.
As Grandma Qin said, if Deng Fugui could come back, his life would be perfect.
"Okay," the old village chief nodded with emotion, his face flushed: "Since the head of the Liu family has one more vote, then give him the position of deputy village chief."
The crazy scholar bowed his hands again and again: "Thank God, I was afraid that I would almost kneel down for you, Brother Liu, congratulations!"
Uncle Liu smiled and hit him, and Sister Liu was happy.
"Tomorrow we will have a banquet at home, everyone come and join us!"
Everyone agreed with great enthusiasm, and Shen Ningning suddenly said in a loud voice: "Uncles and aunts, don't leave in a hurry, I have another decree here."
She pulled out a vermilion scroll from her sleeve.
Everyone looked at it curiously, only the crazy scholar recognized it at a glance.
The emperor's decree is bright yellow, and the vermilion one is the prince's decree.
Shen Ningning unfolded the scroll, and the girl's bright eyes were smiling. She glanced at the crazy scholar and cleared her throat.
"Pass on the prince's decree, Dai Yuheng is a man of great talent, and now that he is sitting idle at home, he might as well make some contributions to the court." Shen Ningning handed the decree over and let the crazy scholar read it himself.
"My brother has assigned you a task. He wants you to open a clan school in the village and recruit all the children to study. Every year, Zichen Palace will allocate a thousand taels of money for the children to buy books and writing brushes. Two supervisors will also be arranged from the Imperial Academy to cooperate with you."
The crazy scholar grabbed the red edict, his eyes widened.
"I... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really wants me to give a lecture?"
"Yes," Shen Ningning nodded with a smile: "Crazy Scholar, you taught me so well, my brother said you will definitely be a famous teacher, so I want to ask you to train talents for Cangyun Country, you must do your best."
The crazy scholar came back to his senses, his eyes were already filled with tears.
He turned to the east - the direction of the palace, knelt down with a plop, and held up the imperial edict.
"I, the common people, kowtow to thank your highness for his grace." He kowtowed heavily, and his tears fell into the land.
The surrounding villagers cheered and congratulated him.
From now on, no one will call him Crazy Scholar, everyone will respectfully call him Master Dai.
Shen Ningning stood outside the crowd, watching the teenagers pick up Dai Yuheng and throw him high, and then catch him tightly.
Her pink lips smiled with a relieved arc.
After so many years, after experiencing these things, not only she was inspired, but even her brother let go of the past hatred.
I hope this will be a better start.
September 6th was the most auspicious day as surveyed by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory.
The Ministry of Rites and other officials arranged for Mo Lingwei to take Shen Ningning to the royal ancestral temple on this day, and put the engagement letter in front of the ancestors, waiting for the ancestors' choice.
The night before, Shen Ningning tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
She lay in her home in Langshan, with the bright moonlight outside the window.
The girl raised her eyes and saw the clothes hanging on the rack not far away.
The vermilion dress was majestic and solemn. It was the dress she would wear to enter the royal ancestral temple with Mo Lingwei tomorrow.
Mo Lingwei said that after this step, everything else would be quick.
At this time next year, they would be able to get married.
Shen Ningning was a little excited and couldn't sleep even more.
Thinking back to the bitterness of her journey, and thinking of the people in the market, they all jokingly called her the golden phoenix that flew out of Langshan.
But Shen Ningning knew that she could live such a wonderful life, not only relying on herself, but also benefiting from the food wonderland left by her mother.
Thinking of this, Shen Ningning touched the mole on her wrist and instantly entered the wonderland.
However, what she never expected was that as soon as she came in, she saw the red light flashing in the Thunder Palace, the sizzling sound, accompanied by a clear female voice calling, playing repeatedly-
"Ningning, I am mother, I don't know when you can hear this voice of mine, and I don't know whether the light-year machine can accurately convey my words to your ears, but if you can hear it, it means that we are about to meet. Before that, you have to help me find a part so that I can come back. That place is..."