Chapter 792

"You have..." She thought, "Seventy?"

"Ha ha..."

The village head stroked his beard with a smile. Is that the case with the 70 people there?

"Well," Shen Qingci counted her head. When she was 70 years old, those who could live to 70 would have died. In her last life, she only lived to be less than 30 years old, and she had already died.

"Don't you see that our village is different from other places?"

"No," Shen Qingci didn't feel it. In her opinion, there was no difference. It was just that the peace here was a little more peaceful and quieter, so there was no war and no dispute.

"You're not curious, don?"

The village head asked again. He knew that Shen Qingci didn't notice these things.

"Yes?" Shen Qingci blinked his eyes.

What's wrong with Dadong

"It's four in twenty."

Village head Shen Qing reminded.

"Oh..." Shen Qingci understood, "Dadong is not from the foster."

Besides, she really can't think of another explanation.

This big Dong's face is simple and honest. At least she is twenty-five years old. It seems that little Dong Niang is not a few years older than her, so it is impossible to have such a big son?

Dongling people have always been kind and kind. They have always been a family with difficulties. It may be that the adult of his family died unfortunately and left such a child, so he was finally picked up by the village head and raised to his own name.

What nonsense? The head of the village has a face.

"Dadong is my grandson, born to xiaodongniang."

Shen Qingci's hasty cover his mouth, but also almost did not drink into the mouth of the water to spray out.

"Village head uncle, are you joking?"

SHEN Qingci doesn't believe it. How old is xiaodongniang? How can she give birth to a son like Dadong, who may not be as old as Dadong?

"Do you think the old man came here to make fun of you?" The head of the village shook his head and said with a smile, "you little girl, you are obviously thinking too much. Why have you never had other thoughts on this matter?"

Shen Qingci knows that he has a lot of thinking. Since there are many, why should he have to think about it?

Dadong is in his early twenties, so he can't be xiaodongniang's son, so the village head must be joking.

How can the village head not see the smile in Shen Qingci's eyes? What's the matter? She still thinks that he can't make jokes here. In Shen Qingci's eyes, she thinks so.

The village head raised his face, and his beard was also turned away. He was already humming about Shen Qingci's query.

In the village, he always said the same thing. He has been a village head for so many years, and no one dares to believe him.

But others are others. Shen Qingci is Shen Qingci. Shen Qingci saved their Dongling people and their future generations. They really can't afford this favor.

So no matter who he was angry with, he could not be angry with Shen Qingci.

"I am 110 years old this year."

The village head stroked his beard. "I can live for another 20 years. It's no problem."

Shen Qing almost spewed out the scented tea that she had just drunk in her mouth. If it had not been for the determination of her two life, she would have made a fool of herself by now.

She put down her cup and looked at the village head's face seriously.

I don't believe it.

"Little dongniang is forty."

The village head said again, "so Dadong was born by little dongniang, and also my great grandson."

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