Chapter 797: Tanglin Secret

"You have..." She thought for a while, "Is it seventy?"
"Ha ha……"
The village chief smiled and stroked his beard. That's how you people in the seventies are?
"En," Shen Qingci nodded his head. People are rare in the seventies, and those who can live to seventy are dead. She has only lived to be less than thirty years old in her previous life, and she is gone.
"You haven't noticed, is our village different from other places?"
"No," Shen Qingci didn't feel it. In her opinion, there was no difference. It was just that the place was safer and quieter, so there was no war or dispute.
"Are you not curious, Dadong?"
The village chief asked again and again, but he knew that Shen Qingci hadn't really noticed this.
"En?" Shen Qingci blinked.
"Is there something wrong with Dadong?"
"Dadong is twenty four."
The village chief reminded Shen Qingci.
"Oh..." Shen Qingci understood, "Did Dadong come by adoption."
Besides, she really couldn't think of another explanation.
This Da Dong has a silly face, if not to mention, he is still twenty-four or five years old. Xiao Dongniang seems to be a few years older than her, so it is impossible to give birth to such a big son?
The people of Tanglin have always been kind, and they have always been members of a poor family. Perhaps the adult of whose family passed away unfortunately and left such a child, so he was picked up by the village chief and raised. In his own name.
Nonsense? The village chief scowled.
"Dadong is my grandson, born by Xiaodongniang."
Shen Qingci hurriedly covered his mouth, but almost didn't spray out the water he had just drunk in his mouth.
"Uncle Village Chief, are you talking and laughing?"
Shen Qingci didn't believe him. How old is Xiaodongniang? How could she give birth to a son like Dadong, she might not be as old as Dadong?
"Do you think that the old man came here to joking with you?" The village chief shook his head and smiled. "You little girl, you are obviously thinking too much. Why do you never have other thoughts on this matter?"
Shen Qingci knows that he has a lot of thoughts, and since there are so many, why should he think about it?
Dadong is already in his early twenties, so it's impossible to be Xiao Dongniang's son, so the village chief must be joking.
How could the village chief fail to see that Shen Qingci's eyes were smiling, what about it, she still thought he couldn't make a joke here, and in Shen Qingci's eyes, she thought so.
The village chief raised his face, his beard twitched, and he hummed his doubts about Shen Qingci.
In the village, he always said one thing. He has been a village chief for so many years, and no one dares not believe him.
But the others are others, Shen Qingci is Shen Qingci, but Shen Qingci saved their Tanglin people, their future descendants, this kind of grace, they really can't afford it.
So no matter who he is angry with, he can't be angry with Shen Qingci.
"The old man is 110 years old this year."
The village head stroked his beard, "The old man can live for another twenty years, it will not be a problem."
Shen Qingci was a little bit worse and squirted out the scented tea that she had just drunk into her mouth. If it weren't for her concentration for two lifetimes, she might have been embarrassed already.
She put down the cup and stared at the head of the village seriously.
I don't seem to believe it very much.
"Little Dongniang is also forty."
The village chief said again, "So Dadong is really born by Xiaodongniang, and also my grandson."