After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

In fact, the moment Chunsheng uttered Zhao Yongjie's name, Hongqin had already recognized the other three people.

Zhang Junwu goes without saying; she had just met him this morning. The other two were also members of their village militia team, one of whom was from their third team.

"Chunsheng, we meet again so soon!"

As soon as Zhao Yongjie arrived, he immediately grasped Chunsheng's hand.

"Hello Yongjie, that's fast! We just met last Saturday!"

Chunsheng quickly extended both hands to shake hands, speaking with extreme politeness.

"Did you just get out of school?"

Zhao Yongjie smiled at Hongqin and Song Guangliang, who were standing next to Chunsheng, and then asked.

"Yes, just got out of school!"

Chunsheng knew perfectly well why Zhao Yongjie had appeared, and with Hongqin and Song Guangliang present, he didn't ask about the small earthen cave in the private plot. Instead, he immediately spoke to Zhang Junwu.

"Junwu, if you're free later, bring Yongjie to my house and I'll give you some of my mom's dried persimmons!"

"Just a few days ago, Yongjie said my mom's dried persimmons were delicious!"

As soon as Zhao Yongjie heard Chunsheng mention persimmon cakes, the image of that soft-boiled persimmon cake instantly came to mind.

He couldn't help but lick his lips, looking at Zhang Junwu beside him with a questioning expression.

Zhang Junwu smiled and said, "We're going to the Party Secretary's house later to report some things. How about we take Yongjie to your house another day?"

Zhao Yongjie immediately smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm going to your village secretary's house later. I might come back in a few days. Next time I come, I'll have Junwu take me to your house!"

Through a few brief exchanges, Chunsheng was immediately certain that the small holes in the private plot were definitely the work of the tomb raiders; otherwise, Zhang Junwu wouldn't have taken Zhao Yongjie to the village secretary's house.

I just don't know if the Party Secretary will report this to the commune later.

Once the commune finds out about this, it will likely send militiamen from other villages to provide support, just like Zhao Yongjie's village did.

If that were to happen, it would likely cause panic among the villagers.

The people of Songjiazhuang Village have lived here for generations. Most of them have been living within a radius of several miles since they were born.

They know very little about the people and things outside the village, and even the slightest disturbance in the village can be discussed as headline news for days.

If they were to find out that there was an ancient tomb in the farmland only half a mile from their village, which had not only been targeted by tomb raiders but had also been marked, they would be in serious trouble.

By then, I'm afraid no one will dare to go out at night anymore, and even getting up early to work in the fields every day will probably be affected to some extent.

Chunsheng suddenly realized that the village secretary, being so shrewd and calculating, could probably have thought of all the problems he could think of.

As the person in charge of the entire village, he would never stand by and watch his village be thrown into chaos by such a thing.

Disrupting the villagers' normal lives is one thing, but if it affects the agricultural production of the production team, that would be a serious matter.

Once Chunsheng had figured everything out, he was no longer worried.

He nodded to the two of them and said politely, "Next time Yongjie comes, you must visit my house and have a couple of my mom's soft-boiled persimmon cakes!"

Zhao Yongjie grinned from ear to ear, put an arm around Chunsheng's shoulder, and said, "Okay, next time I come, I'll definitely have Junwu take me to your house!"

As they talked, the group entered the city gate on the east side of the village.

Chunsheng pointed to his front door and said to Zhao Yongjie, "Brother Yongjie, this is my house with the big millstone in front. You must come next time!"

"Okay, I'll definitely go!"

After bidding farewell to everyone, Chunsheng led Song Guangliang into the house and headed straight for the backyard, intending to begin today's training.

However, to their surprise, the already small backyard was now filled with people.

"Dad, Second Uncle!"

Song Guangliang immediately shouted to Song Yougen and another middle-aged man who were working at the base of the wall.

When Song Yougen saw his son arrive, he immediately grinned and asked, "You're out of school?"

"Yes, come and train with Chunsheng!"

Song Yougen then remembered this matter, but when he found the yard in such a chaotic state that there was nowhere to exercise, he immediately beckoned to his son, "Stop practicing and come help Dad!"

Song Guangliang agreed and darted to his father, stretching out both hands to help him hold the thick log.

Although Song Guangliang was often mischievous at school, he would often skip class and fight with his classmates.

But he wasn't the kind of lazy, ignorant child. Whenever his father went to work at someone else's house, he would follow him out without complaint as long as his father called out to him, and he was always very diligent in his work.

Although Song Guangliang is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, he is quite muscular, which is largely due to his previous experience working alongside his father.

At this moment, in the backyard, besides the few people working and Chunsheng's parents, there were also Chunsheng's third uncle and aunt and a few neighbors. As soon as they heard that their family was going to build a shed, they all came to watch the excitement out of curiosity.

Chunsheng walked up to his parents and whispered to his mother, "Will the shed be ready today?"

Mother Liu Yan'e nodded with a smile, "Your Uncle Gen just said that it will be set up before dark today!"

Just then, the father, Song Mantun, leaned close to his wife Liu Yan'e's ear and whispered, "Should we have Chunzao and Chunmiao cook a couple more dishes?"

"That's what I was thinking too. I'll go to the kitchen now."

After Liu Yan'e finished speaking, she immediately turned and left.

Third Uncle Song Manyao smiled at Chunsheng and asked, "Did you just come back from school?"

Chunsheng hummed in agreement.

Then, Song Manyao glanced at Song Guangliang, who was working, and asked again, "Are you in the same class as Yougen's second son?"

Chunsheng shook his head. "We're in the same grade, but not the same class. I'm in class one, and Guangliang is in class three!"

When Song Guangliang heard Chunsheng talking about him with others, he immediately looked up at Chunsheng, smiled, and continued working.

Although he and Chunsheng would occasionally bump into each other at school, they hardly ever interacted.

His impression of Chunsheng was the same as that of Junwu's younger sister, Junying: he only knew that Chunsheng was a good student and that he was always present at the school's commendation ceremonies. That was all.

He originally thought Chunsheng was the kind of student who was aloof, not good at talking to people, and only good at studying!

Because in school, many students who consider themselves good at studying have that kind of attitude, often leaving people with a bad impression that they are unapproachable and no one is worthy of being their friend.

But through his interactions with Chunsheng over the past two days, Song Guangliang discovered that Chunsheng was completely different from the other classmates. Not only did he have a good personality, but his way of dealing with people also impressed him!