Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

This was the second time Song Sanshun heard his father telling him to leave, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

He clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind that when he saved enough money, he would move away from here.

"Sanshun, your father's words are just angry and should not be taken seriously." Song Laoliu saw Sanshun's embarrassment, patted his shoulder and said, "Let's drill the hole quickly. Let's wait for the temple fair in Tieniu Town the day after tomorrow. Go sell Buddhist beads."

Song Sanshun nodded, sat down and continued working.

Chang'an sneaked in quietly, hugged his uncle's legs, raised his neck and said: "Uncle, uncle, Chang'an knows how to be a chicken."

As she spoke, she screamed, her voice childish but lifelike.

Not only Song Sanshun laughed, but Song Laoliu also laughed non-stop: "This kid is so funny."

When Chang'an saw his uncle laughing, he also laughed. He patted his uncle's arm with his little hand and said seriously: "Uncle, my grandfather is bad, so we ignore him. Chang'an likes his uncle and also likes his aunt."

Song Sanshun almost burst into tears. He took a deep breath, touched his little niece's head, and sighed softly: "Chang'an, be good, let's go out and play."

Chang'an nodded and ran out of the house on his short legs.

Before dawn the next day, Song Baqi ran over, patted his son's window lattice and shouted: "Get up! Go to your uncle's house with your eldest brother!"

Wu was woken up and saw that her husband had already gotten up and put on his clothes and shoes. She couldn't help complaining: "Can't we just go?"

There were still a lot of wood soapberries in the house that had not been drilled, and the father-in-law didn’t know what they meant, so he insisted that Sanshun go to the house of Song Jizu’s uncle, the stepmother-in-law Zhao’s brother, to cut down trees.

Song Sanshun put on his coat and said in a low voice: "I will come back early. You take care of Chang'an at home and don't go anywhere."

Mrs. Wu hummed, feeling very reluctant to let her husband go out with Song Jizu, but she couldn't completely break up with her parents-in-law, so she could only whisper: "Be careful with Song Jizu, I, I always feel that he has bad intentions."

"I know." Song Sanshun put on his shoes and leggings, and hung a kitchen knife on his waist.

Since you are going to cut down trees, you must bring a kitchen knife, not only for cutting down trees, but also for self-defense.

The last time he beat Song Jizu, Song Sanshun had to be careful because of that guy's unyielding temper.

Moreover, the people in Song Jizu's uncle's family are not good people. I guarantee that they will plot against him just to vent Song Jizu's anger.

But this time my father was pressing hard, and I wasn't sure whether they really wanted to help cut down the trees or if they had some ulterior motive.

Song Sanshun thought, after all, his biological father was still there. No matter how hard Song Jizu's family plotted, it wouldn't cost him his life, right?

"Why don't you get up? What time is it?" Song Baqi was still calling outside: "Your brother has been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you hurry up!"

"Okay, I'm up now."

Song Sanshun agreed and went to the water tank to scoop water to wash up.

Wu also got up, took out the only two steamed buns left in the cage, and was about to heat them up, but Song Sanshun stopped her.

"No need to work." Song Sanshun put the steamed buns into his arms, poured some water from a bamboo tube, and said, "Go back to sleep and wait until dawn before going out."

Wu responded and looked at her husband worriedly: "You must be careful and don't walk in front of Song Jizu when walking."

"I know." Song Sanshun put the bamboo tube on his back and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a dark-faced father. He glared at his son angrily, turned around and left.

Song Sanshun followed his biological father and soon arrived at the new house.

The lights in the new house were brightly lit, and Mrs. Zhao was stuffing boiled eggs into her husband's trousers.

Seeing Song Sanshun coming over, Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "Third brother, the porridge has just been cooked at home. Would you like some?"

Song Sanshun was not polite and walked into the kitchen to fill up a large bowl of rice porridge.

All the rice was grown by myself. When the family was divided, my father only gave me five bushels of rice and five bushels of wheat, which added up to less than 200 kilograms. He and his wife will rely on this food to survive until May and June, so they must tighten their belts and dare not eat with open stomachs.

Now, he would shamelessly ask for an advantage from his biological father, and eat first before talking.

Little Zhao didn't expect that her third uncle would put the porridge on his own, so he was stunned and looked into the pot with distress.

This is thick and fragrant rice porridge. Before I could even eat it, my third uncle had eaten half of it.

She glanced at Song Sanshun secretly, quickly filled a bowl and handed it to her husband: "Eat quickly."

Song Jizu stared at his cheap brother with disdain, sneered, and sat next to him to eat.

After the two of them finished their porridge, they carried the baskets on their backs and went out.

Song Sanshun kept his wife's words in mind and walked behind Song Jizu.

Unexpectedly, Song Jizu didn't want to walk in front, but always wanted to walk behind Song Sanshun.

Just like that, the pace of the two of them changed from long strides to a leisurely stroll.

On the way, I met a villager who got up early and said hello: "Hey, Sanshun, are you and your brother going for a stroll?"

Song Sanshun hummed and told the truth: "Go to my eldest brother and uncle's house to help cut down trees."

"How many trees is his family planning to cut down? He actually called both of you brothers there?"

The imperial court strictly prohibited people from cutting down trees indiscriminately. Occasionally, if a few trees were cut down, they had to be replanted, otherwise they would be severely fined.

This Mrs. Zhao’s natal family is not a very rich one. How many trees can there be in the house and the two nephews have to go back?

Song Sanshun smiled: "I don't know."

Just go if your father asks you to, but he wants to see what Song Jizu and his family want to do?

Song Jizu ignored the villagers and walked forward in silence.

He has been excluded by the children in Songjia Village since he was a child, and he was often scolded as a moron. Therefore, he doesn't like the villagers in Songjia Village, and he doesn't want to talk to them.

However, he was very happy at his uncle's house. His uncle's family all fawned over him, and even the people in Zhaojia Village fawned over him. The reason was of course that he was well-dressed and richer than them all.

So this time he wanted to take Song Sanshun over and give him a good deal of treatment. It would be best to break one of his legs and let his whole family die.

There is also the little prostitute who refuses to eat and is fined with wine. As long as Song Sanshun is gone, she will be the meat on her chopping board.

Song Jizu thought with a sneer on his lips.

Zhaojia Village is about four or five miles away from Songjia Village and close to the hometown street market.

There was only one Zhao family left in the village, Mrs. Zhao's younger brother, Zhao Lu. The rest either died in the wars or plagues in previous years, or had moved to other places.

Although Zhaojia Village still retains its name, the surnames of the villagers are actually all kinds of people who fled the country and later settled there.

Therefore, households in this village are uneven, and cheating, abduction, and theft occur from time to time.

Song Sanshun and Song Jizu came to their uncle's house and saw Zhao Lu walking out with a smile on his face.

When he saw Song Sanshun, his face instantly dropped.

But thinking about what happened next, Zhao Lu did not immediately embarrass Song Sanshun. He greeted him with a smile and then asked his eighteen-year-old son Zhao Quan to take the two brothers to the back mountain.

Song Sanshun was not stupid. He saw Zhao Lu's bad intentions and immediately became wary, thinking whether to leave now.

But what if they mean no harm? Isn’t his behavior ridiculous?

After thinking for a long time, Song Sanshun decided to take a look before talking. In full view of the public, they would not murder people, right? (End of chapter)