Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly left the house and came to the kitchen. She saw that two of her iron pots had been smashed by Song Sanshun. The water tank was also broken all over the floor, including the cupboards and low cabinets, all of which were in pieces.

Song Sanshun was particularly upset. He walked out of the kitchen with a big hammer, smashed open the side door with a hammer, and dragged out his food from the house.

Old Zhao wanted to stop him, but Song Sanshun kicked him to the ground.

At this time, Song Jizu came out of the house carrying a pole and was about to hit Song Sanshun.

"Stop!" Wu and Qian ran in, followed by several villagers.

Song Laoliu pointed at Song Jizu and said, "How dare you try to move?"

Song Jizu said fiercely: "Why don't I dare to move? He has already bullied me. Today, either he dies or I die!"

After saying that, he waved his carrying pole and hit him.

Seeing this, Song Laoliu and several villagers restrained him, pinned him to the ground and punched him several times.

"Our village has always been peaceful and submissive, but it has been ruined by you, a rat! Now you are doing the business of breaking open doors and stealing. If I don't teach you a lesson today, the reputation of our Songjia Village will be ruined by you, a bastard." ”

Several villagers from the UN Security Council became increasingly angry and punched Song Jizu in the face and body.

"Ouch, it's a murder." Mrs. Zhao was so angry when she saw her son being beaten again that she rushed over to save him, but was kicked away.

Xiao Zhao and Song Yufeng were so frightened that they hid in the house and did not dare to come out. They cried and begged Song Baqi to go out and save them.

Song Baqi had no choice but to get off the kang and walk out, but no one even answered him after several drinks.

Finally, when everyone had enough, they helped Song Sanshun pick up the food and left.

Of course, I also took the iron pot back.

After all the people had left, the old Zhao family and the young Zhao family helped Song Jizu from the ground into the house.

Song Jizu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were sinister, and he cursed in a low voice: "It's all that old useless guy who watched me being beaten. He's useless!"

Old Mrs. Zhao quickly covered her son's mouth, looked back, and whispered: "Please keep your voice down, if the old thing hears it, do you want to be kicked out of the house?"

Little Zhao also cried: "Mr., why did you smash all the things in his house? This is great, he also smashed ours, and a pot of rice porridge was spilled."

Before he finished speaking, Song Jizu slapped his wife hard on the mouth and cursed: "You want you to teach me a lesson? I haven't settled the accounts with your family yet!"

Xiao Zhao covered her beaten face and sobbed softly.

"Cry! Cry! Just cry! Trash! Go back to your parents' home tomorrow and get my money back!" Song Jizu slapped Xiao Zhao several more times and kicked her: "How about the money? You don’t have to come back!”

When Song Chengye saw his mother being beaten, he rushed over to protect his mother and pulled her out of the house.

Song Xiyue stood at the door and watched coldly, feeling cold in her heart.

I don’t know who is the waste! He told them that there would be a drought in the future and asked him not to buy land. As a result, he not only bought it, but also planned to buy twenty acres at a time.

This was great. Not only was he defrauded out of twenty acres of land, but he also went to pry into Song Sanshun's house and hurriedly delivered the handle to them. How much money can that poor third uncle have? Is it worth his thoughts?

snort! He deserved to be beaten, it just made him improve his memory! Save yourself the trouble of acting like an idiot next time.

Song Xiyue walked into the room and said to old Mrs. Zhao: "Grandma, please take a long-term view and don't engage in such small things, okay? How much money can you make in the countryside? If a big family in the capital has a little bit left between their fingers, it will last you a lifetime. That’s right. We are going to the capital to make a living. Why don’t we save some money and buy a house there? We want to buy land in the countryside.”

Old Mrs. Zhao wiped her eyes and sighed: "Your father also has good intentions. He wants to buy some land and lease it to the people. He can just collect the rent himself. He doesn't want to meet a liar."

"Then why did you go to Third Uncle's house to pry open the door? His family is so poor, what can you find?" Song Xiyue frowned.

Old Zhao: "Your father is also angry. He did those things when his head was hot, but he regretted it afterwards. You should stop blaming him. Alas, your father is also suffering in his heart. He was deceived for more than a hundred dollars." Two silver coins, no place to talk about depression."

Song Xiyue curled her lips, feeling depressed.

It was the same in his previous life. He used the money he spent to buy land in gambling. As a result, he not only lost all his money, but also gave away several acres of his family's land to others. I have warned him many times in my life and told him not to gamble, but this fool was still defrauded of his money.

If he wasn't his biological father, I really wanted to slap him.

Song Xiyue glared at her father fiercely and turned around to go back to the house.

Let's talk about Chang'an, quietly hiding outside the wall of the new house and eavesdropping on her little cousin's thoughts until her aunt came to take her home.

It's a pity that I didn't hear anything useful.

Afterwards, my uncle and aunt cleaned the stove, put the iron pot on the stove again, and made some random meals to eat.

Chang'an made a kennel for the black and white dog out of straw and let the dog lie down in it.

"From now on, let's call you Bai Huahua." Chang'an stroked the dog's head and said.

The dog is black with white flowers, very beautiful, but now it is very dirty, and its fur is covered with mud.

The puppy whined, seemingly in response.

Chang'an: "When you get better, I'll go to the bamboo forest with Huahua to catch pheasants." A dog that doesn't work is not a good dog, and I can't keep it in vain.

The dog whined again and stuck out his tongue to lick the little owner's fingers.

At this time, Huahua walked over, looked at Bai Huahua coldly, and went out to play in the wild.

In the evening, Wu put the four hundred coins from Chang'an into a jar alone, sealed it, buried it in the ground, and then pressed it with a cabinet. Only then did she feel relieved.

This money belongs to Changan himself and cannot be used by himself.

Mrs. Wu lay on the kang and said to her husband, "Fortunately, I buried the money in the ground before I left, otherwise it would have been terrible."

Song Sanshun put his hands on the back of his head and remained speechless.

"Who would have thought that if Song Jizu dared to pick the lock, wouldn't he be afraid of being caught as a thief and sent to prison?" Mrs. Wu became angry when she thought about it.

Song Sanshun said: "When Song Jizu came to pry open the door, my father was with him."

When I pried open the door of my son's house, almost no one came to take care of it, because it was a family matter.

He closed his eyes and said exhaustedly: "Xiuying, how about we buy the wasteland over there and build a new house."

Wu shook her head: "Don't buy it yet. If there is a drought, what will we do with that house? Can we eat and drink?" If we can't survive, let alone the house, we won't be able to save the land.

Song Sanshun sighed, sat up and blew out the oil lamp.

"Go to bed early. We have to go see if the two acres of land need to be watered tomorrow."

"Ah."

It was completely silent except for the sound of mice running across the ground.

Song Sanshun tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking about how to spend the next days.

All the wood soapberries have been sold out, leaving only the dried pulp.

In the past few days, neighbors often come over to grab a handful to wash and wash their hair, and I feel embarrassed not to give them to myself.

I want to make oil soap, but I don’t know how to make it. If I make a mistake, I will waste a lot of materials.

Although Chang'an told him the formula, how old was she? How could he believe it all? (End of chapter)