Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Chapter 8 The traitor
  Just as the pancakes were baked, someone ran in: "Sanshun, the clan leader calls you two to come over."

Song Sanshun immediately put out the stove fire, picked up Chang'an and said to his wife: "Let's go and have a look."

Wu wiped her hands and whispered: "Eat your mouth first and then go."

Song San took the opportunity to hold Chang'an in one hand and picked up a pancake with the other.

"Uncle, you should try it too." Wu stuffed a piece of pancake to Song Laoliu who reported the news.

Song Laoliu couldn't refuse, so he had to accept, saying: "Sanshun, you must not let that beast off casually this time."

Song Sanshun nodded, glanced at the bruises on his wife's face, and quickly left the old house.

Entering the main room of the new house, he saw several people sitting in the room, and Song Jizu was kneeling in front of the clan leader with his head bowed.

Song Sanshun hesitated for a moment, handed Chang'an to his wife, clenched his fist, and hit Song Jizu's face hard.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Zhao was unhappy. She rushed up to protect her son and shouted at Song Sanshun: "Little beast! Dare you hit your brother?"

Song Sanshun's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "My brother went to enlist in the army, who does he count as my brother?"

"Bastard!" Song Baqi slapped the table beside him and yelled loudly: "Why are you talking to your mother? Who taught you to be so disobedient and unfilial?"

He said and glanced at Wu. "My stepfather was just sleepwalking. He doesn't even remember what he did. Besides, I've already taught him a lesson. Why are you still so stubborn?"

Song Sanshun paused, moved his mouth a few times, clenched his fists, and finally did not dare to talk back to his biological father.

Wu looked at her father-in-law in shock, her hands holding Chang An were trembling, and she knelt down towards the patriarch, bursting into tears: "Uncle, I want to reconcile!"

She no longer wanted to stay in this home.

Even if I know that life will not be easy after divorce, it is still better than working as a horse, cooking and washing for this disgusting family every day.

Sanshun panicked and quickly moved over to try to pull his wife, but she was dodged.

Wu looked firm and kowtowed to the clan leader again: "Uncle, please make the decision."

"Xiuying." Sanshun looked at his wife helplessly.

Chang'an blinked, not understanding what they were talking about, and just hugged his aunt's arm tightly.

Song Baqi and Mrs. Zhao, who were sitting at the table, showed disdain on their faces, "You just want to make peace if you say we want to make peace with each other? Our family had given us two taels of silver as a betrothal gift at the beginning. If we want to reconcile, you can return those two taels of silver first."

Mrs. Wu raised her head and looked at her parents-in-law, "I have worked for your Song family for three years, am I still not worth two taels of silver?"

Mrs. Zhao sneered: "Doing work? Don't you work at home? Who have you relied on for food and clothing these past few years?"

Wu's lips trembled and she didn't know what to say.

She has always been submissive. This time she finally found the courage to propose a divorce, but she was just forcing her husband to make a choice.

I didn't expect my step-mother-in-law to be so unreasonable and erase all her hard work over the years with just one sentence.

Wu turned to look at her husband.

If he still pretends to be deaf and dumb this time, he will go back to his parents' home and never come back.

At this time, Song Sanshun and Zhengtian were fighting, with his wife on one side and the filial piety instilled by his father since childhood.

While struggling, the clan leader suddenly coughed and asked, "Sanshun, your wife has proposed a divorce to you. How do you think this matter should be resolved?"

Song Sanshun had tears welling up in his eyes. He held it in for a long time before he leaned over and said, "Please make the decision, uncle. My third wife wants to live separately."

Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Zhao were overjoyed when they heard this and subconsciously looked at Song Baqi.

Song Baqi looked very unhappy and glared at his youngest son: "Family separation? How dare you mention family separation?"

"Yes!" Song Sanshun kowtowed to his biological father: "If my son is unfilial, there is nothing he can do if he boldly proposes dividing the family." He didn't want to be separated from his wife.

Song Baqi's expression changed, becoming angry from embarrassment and relieved at the same time.

His old wife had been talking to him about the separation of the family before, saying that only after the family was separated could he purchase the land and buy a dowry for Yufeng.

As long as he buys a lot of fertile land, he will be a real rich man, and then the marriage between Yufeng and Chengye will be able to reach higher heights.

But it was his younger son who brought up the matter of the family separation, which greatly damaged his face.

Song Baqi could imagine how many people in the village would poke his spine in the future. They would definitely scold him for favoring his eldest son and forcibly forcing his younger son away.

Thinking of this, Song Baqi stood up, came to Song Sanshun in two steps, slapped him hard several times, and cursed: "Unfilial traitor! If I am short, do you eat or do you drink? Are you in a hurry to separate the family? What? Marry? Are your wings stiff after having a wife? Do you think your life will be better if you leave this family? Just dream!"

These words are all said to outsiders, and they are also meant to rectify one's own integrity.

Song Sanshun was slapped by his biological father, and he knelt on the ground without saying a word.

No matter how you defend yourself now, it will all be wrong, so just say nothing.

As long as the family can be separated, no matter how difficult it is in the future, it is better than having his wife separated from the family.

"Baqi, that's enough!" The patriarch's face darkened.

They are all old turtles who have lived for decades. Who doesn't understand what Song Baqi is doing at this time?

The clan leader stroked his beard and said, "If you don't differentiate, don't differentiate. The child has just returned from working as a river worker. After a few days of rest, he may give up his mind."

Song Sanshun was about to insist when he suddenly saw the clan leader winking at him and immediately lowered his head.

As soon as Mrs. Zhao heard this, she became anxious. She quickly came over and grabbed her husband, pulled out a piece of handkerchief from her sleeves, covered her face and cried, "Head of the family, since the third child wants to separate, let's separate. We, the elders, have already married them." Once you have a wife and a marriage, you have done everything you should do, and it would be a sin to keep her any longer.”

Song Baqi also got off the donkey along the slope, sat back on the chair and burst into tears: "In that case, let's divide it."

The patriarch raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Baqi: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Really, really." Mrs. Zhao interrupted anxiously.

The patriarch's face sank, "I'm talking to Baqi, how can you, a woman, get to interrupt!"

Mrs. Zhao immediately shrank her neck and her face turned red.

The patriarch continued to say to Song Baqi: "Do you want to separate Sanshun alone? Or all three brothers?"

"Since Sanshun is going to be separated, let's separate his family first." Song Baqi wiped his eyes with his sleeves: "As for the second son, let's wait until he comes back."

The patriarch looked at Song Sanshun: "Do you understand what your father said?"

Song Sanshun knelt down and said, "I understand, I am willing to separate first."

"Okay, get up first." The clan leader waved his hand towards him, "Listen to what your father has to say."

Since the family is divided, the land must be divided.

However, the registered farmland of the Baqi family in Song Dynasty was still the same as before, totaling less than eight acres.

As for the new house, I'm sorry, Old Man Song said that this is used as the ancestral house and will not be distributed to his son in the future. He will keep it for his own retirement.

In the end, Song Baqi only gave his third son two acres of land, which was on the back side of the mountain and a little far from the village.

I also gave him a couple of silver coins and a house next to the old house.

There are three main rooms in the old house, one kitchen room and one side room. They are all low mud houses with mud walls and thatched roofs. In spring and summer, bugs on the roof crawl all over the walls and the smell is terrible.

All the decent furniture in the house had been moved to the new house, leaving only some broken boxes and cabinets.

Of course, the pottery bowl and an iron pot are still there. After all, the Song family's fat pigs have always been fed by the Wu family. The pot is also kept because it is convenient for cooking pig food.

In addition, five bushels of wheat and five bushels of rice were given as rations for Sanshun and his wife.

Sanshun has no objection.

Today, even if his biological father doesn't give him anything, he can't say anything, just because he was the first to propose the family separation.

Moreover, his biological father is not dead, and the right to distribute the property is in his hands. He can give it to whomever he wants, and even the clan leader can't say anything.

After the property was distributed, everyone turned their attention to little Chang'an in Wu's arms.

Little Changan subconsciously hugged her aunt tightly, nervous and at a loss.

She probably knew that they wanted to divide her.

(End of this chapter)