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

"Isn't the one who came with you your child?" Old Mrs. Zheng didn't expect that he had become such a high-ranking official. Even if he didn't marry several wives, he should have sons and daughters, but he didn't have any children at all.

At that time, ordinary people had no idea of ​​being DINKs. Even raising children would not be a good way to prevent old age. Older people felt that having a child was the only way to survive.

For example, Xu's mother would only feel at ease if she adopted a granddaughter even if her daughter didn't get married.

Zheng Weiyang didn't explain why, he just said, "It's considered as my name. I've never been married in my life."

I didn't expect it to be like this. I didn't expect that such a high-ranking official couldn't even get married. Old Mrs. Zheng comforted him, "These are all fate. It's not a waste to have someone to take care of you in your old age."

Zheng Weiyang felt that this was the case and his life was not lived in vain.

"I've always wanted to come back in the past few years but it was not convenient. This time I came back and the village has changed a lot." Even though he now lives in the imperial capital, his memory remains in the thatched cottage from decades ago.

The changes in the county town to him felt not as dramatic as those in the village. It felt like a completely unfamiliar place, and he couldn't even find any memories of it.

I don’t know whether I should feel sorry or happy.

There is always nostalgia when things and people have changed. Things are no longer the same as they used to be, and people are different too. Even the few people you may recognize are only a few.

But it is always a good thing if my hometown and the people there are doing well.

Old Mrs. Zheng thought it was a good thing. Now the villagers could make a living besides farming. There were fewer quarrels among them and everyone spoke happily.

Compared to people who have been away for a long time and see great changes in their hometown, Mrs. Zheng only feels that life is getting better and better, and even she herself feels that she has become calmer.

"You don't know, when we were poor, we had to raise the bride price to get girls to marry us. But now, as long as they can marry a boy from our area, some girls are willing to do so without a bride price."

"Girls are even rarer. Many families in the town have come to us to propose marriage. They don't mind if the girl has a rural household registration. They just want her to work in one of the factories in the village..."

Duan Zhihui originally thought that Zheng Weiyang came to see Zheng Juzi, but he didn't expect that he talked with Old Mrs. Zheng for so long that they, the accompanying personnel, had no choice but to continue accompanying him.

However, the chief's grandson was very good at dealing with people. He let several elders chat together while they stayed in the study room ready to go.

"You have so many books at home." Zheng Yaoxiang is the third child in the family. He is taller and thinner than his older brothers and sisters. He is now in the second year of high school. He couldn't help but sigh when he saw that most of the bookshelves on the wall were filled with books.

Before coming here, he always thought that people in rural areas didn't study much.

Although there are not as many books here as at home, it seems like there are still a lot.

Zheng Juzi said: "Not bad."

Zheng Yaozu is the eldest brother in the family. He just started working last year. This time he came home specifically to accompany his grandfather to visit.

Grandpa Zheng is old, and I’m worried that if he doesn’t come back to visit now, he may not be able to come back in the future.

He also walked to the bookcase and took a quick look. There were mainly various tool books, such as livestock breeding and hand weaving. The art books were all photos of clothes and jewelry, many of which were in foreign languages. There was also a row of textbooks and exercises, and a row of storytelling figures.

It seems that there are a lot of books, but there are no world classics that can cultivate one's sentiments.

It was somewhat different from the country people he had in mind. Judging from the age of these books, they had truly been read.

It's because my thinking is narrow.

His father's hometown was even closer to the imperial capital, but he had never seen anyone there with so many books.

It’s just… Zheng Yaozu picked up a foreign magazine and asked Zheng Juzi: “Do you understand this?”

Zheng Juzi actually doesn’t read such magazines very often. Although she has experienced the baptism of modern society again and again, her aesthetic taste has always remained at a “niche” level.

I have no interest in these, nor do I pursue the so-called high-end feeling, and I don’t read these magazines on a daily basis.

Although the prices of these magazines are really expensive.

"These are my sister's books." Zheng Juzi replied.

Zheng Yaozu asked, "I saw you speak English very well yesterday, so you should be able to understand these books."

Zheng Juzi then remembered that there seemed to be such a person among the accompanying personnel yesterday. He thought that Chief Zheng might come because he talked about his own story.

“I can understand the words, but it’s hard to appreciate the content.”

Zheng Yaozu also felt that those outfits were too different and were completely different from what Chinese people wore.

He felt that the suit the man was wearing was very straight and looked quite impressive, but the clothes the woman was wearing were too weird, and the makeup she put on was so blood red that it looked a bit scary.

Zheng Miaoxuan, who was bored, came over and took the book from his hand. She was also surprised: "Why are these people dressed like this?"

She had also seen many dresses in dress shops, but they were very different from what the models wore in magazines. However, she thought they looked pretty good.

"In our country, you probably can't wear clothes like this outside, right?" Zheng Miaoxuan said as she flipped through a few more magazines.

Zheng Hanqiu explained: "We mainly sell hair accessories and other accessories. Understanding their clothing trends will help with matching."

Zheng Miaoxuan had never seen the hair accessories they were selling, so she asked in surprise, "Did you come up with these ideas based on these magazines?"

Zheng Hanqiu said calmly: "We have our own designer."

Although the designer is about the same age as them, he sounds very stylish.

"Do you have your own designers?" Zheng Miaoxuan had also heard about some things abroad. Unlike designers of machinery and weapons, designers of clothing and jewelry are very popular abroad. If you can get to know a designer, it can also broaden your horizons. "Where did you find the designer?"

Zheng Hanqiu did not hide it and said, "He used to be my classmate."

It took Zheng Miaoxuan a while to digest the meaning of this sentence, "Your classmate? He can't be the same age as you, right?"

Zheng Hanqiu said: "My former classmate was about the same age as me."

Zheng Miaoxuan no longer had the enthusiasm she had just now - he was not even older than her, so what kind of designer was he?

Zheng Hanqiu didn't say much. There was definitely a generation gap between the children of noble families from the imperial capital and people like them.

She didn't want to spend time and energy to bridge the gap at the moment.

"The hair accessories and brooches produced by their factory can be sold abroad for 2 to 5 dollars each." She did not explain, but someone else explained for her. Zheng Yaozu, as an accompanying person yesterday, witnessed the signing process between the foreign businessmen and them with his own eyes.