Chapter 438 A man who is somewhat similar to Miss Qiao

Seeing several people looking at her, Qiao Ran pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "It's not for making food, but for building walls."

"What? Build a wall? Use glutinous rice to build a wall?"

The ghost doctor picked his ears and suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Housekeeper Zhou and Mo Beihan's faces were also full of doubts, and they both suspected that they heard wrongly.

Qiao Ran nodded and said firmly: "You heard me right, it is used to build walls."

Butler Zhou curiously asked Qiao Ran what was going on. He had never heard of using glutinous rice to build walls!

Qiao Ran talked about the glutinous rice mortar. Anyway, there was nothing that couldn't be said. If anyone asked, just leave it to uncle.

Anyway, my uncle is not in the capital now. Even if he is, few people will go to him to verify.

When her uncle returns to the capital, she will teach him this method and agree with him, so that her uncle will take the blame.

When Qiao Ran said that she heard the method from General Zheng, both Ghost Doctor and Housekeeper Zhou believed it. They both praised this method. If this method of building walls and building houses can be stronger than lime mortar, then this glutinous rice will be better. Not considered a waste.

It's just that very few people grow this kind of glutinous rice. Generally, wealthy families will have some grown on their own farms and use it to make cakes.

Farmers rarely grow this kind of low-yielding rice. For them, higher-yielding Japonica rice allows them to pay taxes and feed their family. Who would waste time and energy growing this kind of rice? ? If we plant all the glutinous rice, I'm afraid we won't even be able to pay taxes and grain.

Housekeeper Zhou and the ghost doctor both believed Qiao Ran's words, but Mo Beihan did not.

He and his men traveled around a lot and had contact with people from many countries, but they had never heard of any country using glutinous rice to build walls.

In his opinion, this little girl is full of mysteries. The rare gadgets she has created and her extraordinary medical skills are not something that a native farm girl can possess.

Thinking of his extremely real dream, Mo Beihan made an extremely bold guess in his heart. However, this guess must not be known to outsiders. If his guess was correct, then this matter would be too bizarre.

But no matter what, he would not regard her as a monster. Maybe he is the same as her?

If possible, he hoped that only the two of them knew about this matter, and that the girl should not tell anyone, otherwise she would probably bring bad consequences to herself.

No matter what, he thought, whether it was because the dream might be about the relationship between him and her in his previous life, or the two times she saved his life in this life, he would do his best to protect her and prevent her from being with her. family members were harmed.

Thinking of her family, Mo Beihan suddenly remembered the man she met on Fire Island when she went to sea to find fire ants.

He searched her face. Apart from being darker and having a few dark spots, the outline of her face was somewhat similar to that of that man.

He finally understood why he felt a faint sense of familiarity when he first saw the man.

Just, is this possible?

Mo Beihan thought for a moment, debating whether to tell the little girl about this.

The little girl's father went to sea and encountered a shipwreck. The boat capsized and he died. He was rescued by Qiao Ran when he was injured. He stayed with the Qiao family for a while, as the villagers said.

But at that time, he only heard that someone had died, and he didn't know if he actually saw a corpse or what happened. Since it had nothing to do with him, he didn't inquire carefully.

Now, if she mentioned her dead father in front of the little girl, would she be sad?

But if her father is not dead, why do people in the village say he is? Moreover, how could it be possible to go to an island so far away and become the chief of a primitive tribe?

But thinking that the chief can speak Vietnamese, and his appearance is similar to the little girl, what if he is really her father?

Thinking of this, Mo Beihan considered his words and carefully made innuendoes:

"Miss Qiao, speaking of which, I encountered something strange this time when I went to sea."

"Oh? What's strange?"

Qiao Ran, who was talking to Uncle Zhou and the ghost doctor, suddenly heard Mr. Mo speak, and she responded accordingly.

Mo Beihan took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said softly:

"It's strange to say that I actually met a man who looks somewhat similar to you on an island thousands of miles away. Although the man was wearing a gorgeous robe and a hat made of colorful feathers on his head. Hat, and some colorful tree sap painted on his face. However, the first time I saw him, I felt familiar. I always felt that I had seen him somewhere. But it is impossible for me to have seen a stranger thousands of miles away. Man! But now that I see you, I think about it. I think it may be because you are somewhat similar to him, which makes me feel familiar."

Qiao Ran was stunned for a moment after hearing what he said. Then she realized the meaning of his words, and her eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief.

"what!"

Suddenly, there was a cry from behind.

Qiao Ran turned around and saw that the grandma who had just carried Xiaoba out to pee had come back and was busy catching Xiaoba who almost fell to the ground.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Ran didn't care about anything else, and quickly stood up, supported her grandma, and hugged Xiaoba over.

Mrs. Qiao did not sit down directly, but took a few steps to Mo Beihan and asked eagerly:

"Mr. Mo, are you telling the truth? You met a man who looks somewhat similar to my Ran Ran? How old is he? How tall is he? Is he fat or thin? Can he speak Dai Viet dialect? He is similar to What did you say? Is he from Dai Viet? He..."

Looking at her grandma who was full of hope, Qiao Ran had a lump in her throat. She stepped forward to hug her grandma with one hand and softly comforted her excitement:

"Grandma, don't worry, let's sit down and talk slowly!"

Mo Beihan also quickly stood up, held Old Mrs. Qiao's other arm, and helped her to the empty bench aside.

Mrs. Qiao refused to sit down, holding Mo Beihan's hand, eager for an answer.

Qiao Ran looked at Mo Beihan apologetically, apologizing for her grandma's rare gaffe.

Mo Beihan gave her a reassuring smile, and did not break away from the old lady's hand. He let her hold his hand tightly and replied:

"Old madam, I did meet a man in a place called Fire Island. The man looked about three or four points like Miss Qiao. He was about thirty or forty years old and about the same height as Uncle Zhou. He could He spoke Dai Viet, but it seemed to have a bit of a dialect accent. Well, it seemed to be similar to how people in your village speak Mandarin. I asked him if he was from Dai Viet and his name. But he seemed not to remember clearly, and then he hugged him He said he had a headache, so a woman who was traveling with him took him away."