Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Guixiang actually wrote letters to those people, but only one person replied.

Even the person who told him about his sister didn't reply. He felt that he was not good enough with those people, so he didn't contact them again. The two of them only had a relationship when they went to the countryside, and they had no relationship after that.

Zheng Hanqiu understood.

It doesn’t matter, just having this statement is enough.

You don't have to have a real tiger to pretend to be a tiger. Even the tiger skin can be fake, as long as it looks real.

After making sure that his daughter was okay, Zheng Guixiang asked Mu Xiaoyun to prepare dinner for everyone. Because of something like this, no one had eaten dinner yet.

Today's Little New Year was really unhappy.

Zheng Guixiang even began to doubt whether the feng shui of the new house was bad. It had only been a few days since they moved in, and there were so many things going on every day.

While Mu Xiaoyun was busy at the stove, Zheng Guixiang whispered to his wife, "I think there's something wrong with this house. How about we ask someone to perform a ritual?"

Mu Xiaoyun thought he was crazy. Such a nice new house had never existed in her imagination before, but... She felt a little uneasy. "Although it is not as strict as before, what if you really invite someone to perform a ritual and get reported? The two girls just came out of the police station, are you going to go in?"

But some topics are like this. If you don’t mention them, no one will think about them. But if you mention them, it’s easy to think too much about them. Mu Xiaoyun couldn’t help but think too much about them.

"How about we quietly invite someone to perform a shaman dance without letting anyone know? Isn't the witch Tang from the next village the best at this?"

Zheng Guixiang...Is shaman dancing quieter than performing rituals?

Today was indeed a tiring day. Both sisters didn't want to do anything, but Zheng Hanqiu couldn't help asking, "What achievements can you give him tomorrow?"

Zheng Juzi said: "Don't we have an energy-saving stove in our kitchen? It can reduce energy waste, protect environmental stability, save physical energy, and increase the cleanliness and hygiene of rural kitchens, and reduce the chance of fire. Whether it's a big deal or a small deal, this kind of scientific research result that can promote people's livelihood on a large scale is a political achievement, right?

What's more, this thing has been successfully piloted in our village, so whoever initiated it will be credited with his or her political achievements."

Can it be operated this way? Zheng Hanqiu really didn't expect it, and said admiringly: "Your brain is quite fast."

Zheng Juzi said proudly, "I'm not as cunning as you. If you had told me this earlier, I would have helped Uncle Duan achieve several goals. Uncle Duan might have taken the initiative to help us solve today's problem without us even asking."

Zheng Hanqiu also had some considerations. Duan Zhihui's position as the mayor of Dongji Town was only temporary and not worth too much investment. He was forced to do this today.

"It's nothing. You can talk about those cunning things. I have a lot of political achievements. In addition to the kitchen, our house also has a toilet. I know a lot about the new socialist countryside." Zheng Juzi thanked herself for her past life experience in the countryside for the first time. She didn't know how to do those large-scale projects, but she had a lot of petty-bourgeois ideas.

Many things are not difficult to learn, but the difficult part is coming up with them at the beginning. Promoting them will definitely be a political achievement.

"Okay." Zheng Hanqiu had no objection at all. She didn't know much about these things and wouldn't give orders blindly. She said, "But these are just minor things. Economic development is the focus now. What do you think of the China International Import Expo?"

Zheng Juzi has no idea about the China International Import Expo for the time being. After all, her recent idea is to lie down and make money, and she has not decided what business to do for the time being. After all, she was thinking of reselling treasury bonds, and she could make a fortune in silence, but who knew that this would happen today.

"It doesn't matter if you can't think of it. You can sell anything anyway. Then you can help manufacturers in other provinces and cities sell goods and earn foreign exchange, and you can always contribute to the country." Zheng Hanqiu didn't think it was a big problem. The focus of the China International Import Expo was to sign contracts and earn foreign exchange, and she had confidence in Zheng Juzi's words.

Zheng Juzi bared his teeth and said unhappily: "Thank you for your recognition of me."

Zheng Hanqiu: “It’s a must.”

Zheng Juzi: "I'll sell you out next time."

Zheng Hanqiu was not panicked at all. Instead, he kindly reminded her, "Trading in human beings is illegal."

Zheng Juzi...

After moving, the family began preparing food for the New Year. Many dishes only needed to be heated up, so Mu Xiaoyun quickly prepared a table of food for everyone to have dinner.

Only after everyone was seated did they realize that Zheng Feizhou had not come down.

"Hanqiu, go upstairs and call Feizhou down." Mu Xiaoyun ordered.

Since Grandma Zheng couldn't climb the stairs, Zheng Guixiang gave his son's room, which was still hot, to Grandma Zheng and Zheng Mengmeng, and let Zheng Feizhou move directly upstairs to be neighbors with his two sisters.

Zheng Hanqiu went up to the second floor. The door of the guest room was open, and the window of the room was open. Zheng Feizhou was kneeling on the ground, leaning against the bed, trembling all over, and looked very painful.

"Fei Zhou, what's wrong with you?!" Zheng Hanqiu hurried over to help him up and touched his forehead anxiously: "You don't have a fever, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know, I just feel so uncomfortable." Zheng Feizhou's face was pale and he spoke with a gasp, as if he had experienced some kind of torture.

Mu Xiaoyun and the others heard Zheng Hanqiu's cry and went upstairs to see what was going on. Seeing her son's pale face, she instantly became nervous: "Feizhou, what happened to you? Mom will take you to the hospital."

“Mom!” Zheng Feizhou threw himself into Mu Xiaoyun’s arms and began to cry. He choked with sobs and said helplessly, “I don’t know what happened. I saw Daddy die, and you went too… Woo woo woo… I’m so scared… Woo woo…”

"Bah, it's New Year's Day, and children are talking without restraint!" Old Mrs. Zheng climbed the stairs with great effort. It took her a long time to move her feet to the corner. She shouted at the top of her voice.

Zheng Guixiang was also anxious. "Why is there so much trouble when moving to a new home? Xiaoyun, let's find a Taoist priest to perform a ritual."

“No.” Zheng Feizhou grabbed his father’s hand and shook his head vigorously. “It’s not the house. It’s me. I saw the girl next to Aunt Five today and… I saw something terrible. I saw… wuwuwu…”

"Last time I saw her, she also saw you guys...you're all gone...wuwuwu...Mom and Dad, please don't let her come again...I'm scared..."

When it came to the point, Zheng Feizhou was crying so hard that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, but everyone understood the point.

Is there such a coincidence? Zheng Juzi and Zheng Hanqiu exchanged glances. The halos of the two protagonists seemed to be somewhat repelling. Is the plot going to be changed?

Fortunately, after Mu Xiaoyun coaxed him for a few words, Zheng Feizhou quickly recovered, and the family reluctantly had the New Year's Eve dinner together.