Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Chapter 72 All bad luck

There was silence outside the door for a long time, and the person who came seemed to have left.

Wu breathed a sigh of relief, quickly finished watering the vegetable field, and led Chang An back to the house.

The windows of the new home are bright and clean, and it has all the necessary furniture. It is more than a little better than the old home.

The most important thing is that this place is completely your own territory, and you no longer have to live in fear of other people's faces.

At this time, Wu seemed to be reborn and felt that she could straighten up and live a normal life.

"Chang'an, you can play by yourself for a while while Auntie goes to cook." Mrs. Wu scooped noodles from the noodle bucket and prepared to steam vegetable buns.

Chang'an nodded, climbed onto the kang alone, sat down at the kang table in front of the window, picked up the clay on the kang table and started to make clay dolls.

The big kang in the west room is exclusive to Chang'an. There is a cabinet at the head of the kang. There are many clay statues that have been painted with lust. There are three dragon kings, four clay dolls, four Guanyin, two dogs, and a flower. Tanuki.

Her uncle said that she would take her to attend the temple fair on August 15th and go to the temple to worship the god, so she wanted to make a few more clay statues and sell them at the temple fair.

As for the three Dragon King clay statues at home, my uncle said that he should keep them for himself and not sell them to others.

After a while, Song Sanshun came back with a load of soapberries: "Xiuying, open the door."

He, Song Laoliu and Song You went to the mountains to search for a day and picked all the soapberry trees they found, barely enough for one person to carry.

"Here we come!" Mrs. Wu opened the courtyard door, looked around, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see her father-in-law.

Song Sanshun walked into the yard with a load and carried two baskets of soapberries into the side room.

"Are there many soapberries in the forest this year?" asked Wu.

Song Sanshun: "More is more, but most of them were picked by others, so we only got these."

It has been widely spread that he and Song Laoliu used this thing to make money. No one in the village was a fool. Someone had already planned to use the core of the wood soapberry to make money.

Not only people from my own village, but also people from other villages also went to the mountains and forests to pick soapberries. This also caused me and my sixth brother Song You to go all the way to pick a few baskets.

Wu sighed, not surprised.

It is not difficult to thread a string of beads with wood soap nuts. Anyone can do it at a glance.

But if this happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to make much money.

When Chang'an saw his uncle coming home, he quickly got off the kang and ran over: "Uncle, you are back."

Song Sanshun touched her head and took out a large bag of red and yellow jujubes from his arms, weighing several kilograms:

"Here, if it's too sour, let your aunt marinate it with sugar."

Chang'an happily pinched a wild jujube and put it into his mouth. After taking a bite, his little face was instantly turned into a bun with soreness.

Song Sanshun laughed loudly, and Mrs. Wu couldn't help but laugh too. She took the jujube and said, "Let's make jujube cake."

Chang'an nodded and squatted aside to watch his aunt prepare jujubes.

Wu washed the jujubes with water, put them into a pot and added water to cook.

He also took a small pumpkin, washed it, cut it into pieces, and steamed it in a steamer.

When the jujubes are cooked, the pumpkin in the cage is also ripe.

Squeeze the outer skin of the jujube while it is hot, use chopsticks to stir the pulp in one direction, and remove the core.

Mash the cooked pumpkin, add it to the jujube paste, then add the icing sugar and stir.

Finally, spread the paste flatly on a clean panel and let dry.

When the paste dries a little, cut it into small pieces with a knife and continue to dry.

The dried fruits are sweet and sour, very delicious, and can be stored well.

While Wu was cooking jujubes, she told her husband that her father-in-law had knocked on the door. "I don't know what he wanted to do, so he didn't open the door."

"Do it right."

Song Sanshun said, "When I'm not at home from now on, don't open the door if anyone knocks on the door." He has already told the villagers that he can come to his house to fetch water in the morning, but not after noon.

The villagers also agreed that this would prevent strangers from coming to fetch water.

No matter how much water this well can produce, it will not be easy to supply drinking water for the whole village. If people from other villages come here, the people of Songjia Village will definitely suffer.

While the couple was talking, the courtyard door was knocked again: "Sanshun! Sanshun, are you back? Open the door! I am your father."

Wu looked at her husband: "He's here again."

Song Sanshun was silent.

The banging on the door became louder outside: "Sanshun, open the door quickly! I have something to ask you!"

Little Changan was so frightened that he ran over and threw himself into his uncle's arms.

She was afraid that her grandfather would come and burn the house down again.

Song Sanshun patted his niece comfortingly and handed her into his wife's arms, "I'm going to see what's wrong with him."

Standing up, he picked up a pole and held it in his hand.

When Bai Huahua saw her master holding a pole, she stood up in excitement and followed her master to the gate.

Dahei was still lying on the ground, blinking and staring at the door.

Song Sanshun opened the courtyard door and saw his father standing in front of him with a haggard look on his face. His clothes were wrinkled and emitted an unpleasant smell.

Song Baqi's eyes lit up when he saw his third son opening the door, and he quickly stepped forward to catch him: "I heard someone said that your brother came back with a letter, but is it true?"

Song Sanshun brushed away his father's hand, took two steps back, and said coldly: "Yes."

"What about the letter?" Song Baqi was extremely excited and didn't care about his son's coldness and alienation: "He also sent money back, right?"

Song Sanshun: "No."

The reason why the brother hid the gold ingot in the porcelain doll and did not mention it in the letter was because he was afraid that the letter would be transferred to his father and stepmother and the money would be misappropriated by them.

So how could I tell my biological father the truth?

"How is it possible?" Song Baqi was angry, pointing at Song Sanshun and shouted: "Did you and your wife steal it for themselves?"

Song Sanshun sneered, turned around and closed the yard.

I thought my biological father was here to ask for help, and I was debating whether to help him or not, but here he was.

"You damn evildoer! You stole the money Erxiao sent to you! That was what Erxiao gave me, why did you take it? Come back quickly!" Song Baqi shouted loudly, not looking as decadent and downcast as before.

Song San ignored him, locked the door, and went directly to the kitchen to help his wife light the fire.

I really shouldn't feel sympathy. People like Song Baqi don't deserve sympathy at all.

Chang'an huddled in her aunt's arms and trembled slightly. She was most afraid that her grandfather and the others would make trouble. She would have nightmares at night after every trouble.

Either she dreamed that her grandmother threw her into a deserted mountain, or she dreamed that she was poisoned and died. Sometimes she dreamed of her uncle and aunt lying on the ground covered in blood, which would scare her awake.

Wu felt Chang'an's fear and coaxed, "Don't be afraid, Chang'an, aunt is here."

Chang'an put his head on his aunt's chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, and gradually calmed down.

The little cousin's family are really bad, but they can't be killed because Xiao Yuyu said that murder is illegal in this dynasty, and they may be sentenced to life for life.

So even though I prepared a lot of poisonous weeds, I didn't dare to tell my uncle and aunt, for fear that they would take them to my grandfather.

But Grandpa and the others were so annoying that Changan couldn't help but hope in his heart that they would all suffer bad luck.

(End of this chapter)