Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Wu frowned when he heard this.

That house didn't belong to Song Jizu alone. Chang'an's parents hadn't separated from them yet, so it wasn't the old Zhao family's turn to sell the house, right?

You must tell your husband about this.

In the evening, Mrs. Wu told her husband that her stepmother-in-law was selling the house. Song Sanshun didn't react much and said, "She can sell it if she wants. It's best to move out of the village."

I really don't want to see that mother and son.

As for his biological father, since Zhao's mother and son were threatened by him, they no longer dare to blatantly abuse him.

After a few days, the weather became colder and colder.

Song Sanshun and Sixth Brother went to the mountains to cut down a lot of thorns and firewood and piled them in the yard for the winter.

Mrs. Wu was afraid of freezing Chang'an, so she burned the big kang in the house so that her niece and brother could sit on the kang and read in peace.

Goudan and Little Hoe also came over after the morning meal. They had to stay at Song Sanshun's house until noon before going home.

Now that the children have finished learning half of the Three-Character Classic, Chang'an also explains to them the meaning of the words and sentences.

Every time, the children felt like listening to a story and urged Chang'an to tell more.

Soon it was the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year was about to come. Many villagers had no wheat at home, so they frequently borrowed grain from Song Sanshun. As time went by, Wu became a little unhappy.

Although I have some food in store, I can't help but borrow it from you and me, right?

There are still several months until next summer's harvest, and she really can't afford to borrow it.

Moreover, Chang'an has said that there will be no rain in the next three years. Three years, it's scary to think about it.

At the same time, life was not easy for the old Zhao family.

After Zhao Quan spent all his money, he came to pester Song Jizu's family again.

He also brought a few gangsters with him, threatening to drag Song Yufeng to pay off the debt if his aunt didn't give him the money.

Old Zhao was furious, but his family was so weak that he couldn't even find help, so he had no choice but to give Zhao Quan the ten guan of money he received from selling his fertile land.

The family then discussed and quickly found a way to sell the house and move to the county town to live.

"What should I do with the old thing lying in the house?" Song Jizu asked.

Old Zhao said coldly: "Take it to the old house. There is a room there that can still be lived in. I don't believe that Song Sanshun can just watch him starve to death and ignore it?"

"Okay, let's do it like this." Song Jizu smiled, but then his face fell: "It's now, who will buy our house?"

Old Zhao looked around and sighed: "There will always be someone who will buy it. Let's sell it quietly this time so that Song Sanshun doesn't know about it."

The mother and son discussed for a while, and Song Jizu decided to put the house up for sale in a dental shop in the county town.

So early the next morning, he took the house deed and household registration to the county seat to register.

Within a few days, someone came to look at the house.

The middle-aged man who looked at the house was very satisfied with the new house. After some bargaining, he bought the house for 20 yuan.

By the time the clan leader realized something was wrong, Old Zhao had already quietly left with his family, leaving the semi-paralyzed Song Baqi alone.

At that time, Song Sanshun and several people from the village went to the mountains to cut firewood. When they came back, they saw their father crawling out of the broken room in the old house and asking for food from the village children playing on the roadside.

Looking at the thin old man with white hair and beard, Song Sanshun finally couldn't bear it. He went home and brought hot porridge and steamed buns, and watched him wolfing them down.

After finishing a bowl of porridge and licking the bowl clean, Song Baqi looked up at his third son with tears streaming down his face: "Sanshun, Daddy. I can't forgive you."

Song Sanshun said nothing, took the bowl, and carried his father back to the old house.

Because the house had been burned by fire and the roof was gone, Song Baqi lay on a mat in the corner of the earthen wall, but the only thing keeping him warm was the thin and tattered quilt.

When Song Sanshun returned home, he brought a roll of straw curtain over and spread it on top of the mat. He also took a thick quilt and put it on his father.

Song Baqi silently watched his third son busy with him, tears streaming down his face.

He remembered clearly what he had done to his own son before, and he regretted it every time he was cold, hungry and unable to sleep. "You stay here for now, and I'll call a few people to repair the old house later." After Song Sanshun finished speaking, he turned and left.

The next day, Song Sanshun called many people to come over and repair the house. The soil inside the wall frame had to be cleaned out, and the burnt beams and bamboos were all left outside the yard.

Then I bought a lot of bamboo, mats, and thatch from new beams, and managed to repair the dilapidated house.

A new kang was built in the house, and mats and thatch were laid out before the old man was moved up.

While his father was asleep, Song Sanshun took off the bead string from his neck and put it close to his father's head.

After a moment, he took the beads back.

Song Sanshun didn't know if what he did was right, but he couldn't do it if he was asked to watch his father die.

Even if his father's condition improved this time and he went to see his stepmother's family again, he would admit it.

At least I don't have to serve him and take care of him in the future.

The next day, Song Sanshun was delivering food to Song Baqi, and suddenly he saw his father coming out of the toilet.

Song Sanshun placed the hot porridge and steamed buns on the Kang table, and took out a plate of pickled radish shreds from the basket. "Eat it while it's hot."

He looked at the staggering old father and felt very surprised.

Chang'an said that beads can cure diseases, and it turned out to be true!

Looking at the old man's appearance, it's not that his illness has not recovered, but that he is very weak.

Is it possible that my brother-in-law's illness was also cured in Chang'an?

And Goudan, his father bought all the coffins, and suddenly everything was fine.

Panting, Song Baqi sat down on the kang, picked up the porridge and was about to eat it when he suddenly paused, raised his eyes and asked his son: "Sanshun, have you eaten?"

Song Sanshun lowered his eyelids and said, "I'll eat it when you get back after using it."

Song Baqi nodded and then sipped the thick porridge.

While his father was eating, Song Sanshun found a wooden stick in the yard, whittled it, and brought it to his father's kang: "The village doctor said you should walk more because of your illness. You can recover quickly if you stretch your legs and feet."

"Yes." Song Baqi raised his eyes to look at his third son, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

The past one or two months of illness made him realize how cold his old wife was.

There are also Song Jizu and Song Chengye. How much I loved them at the beginning, I hate them now.

I couldn't move while lying on the kang, and I couldn't even take a sip of water.

Not to mention that Song Jizu often insulted and beat him, Song Chengye also regarded his grandfather as nothing. No matter how he shouted, the little beast just ignored him.

"Sanshun, I can't forgive you, and I can't forgive Erxiao." Song Baqi wiped his tears with his sleeves.

Song Sanshun was speechless and turned around and left the room.

In the next few days, Song Baqi's health got better day by day, and later he was able to cook by himself.

So Song Sanshun gave him some grain, equipped the kitchen with everything, and bought him an iron pot.

He was given another set of old cotton clothes and pants and asked to change out of the dirty cotton robe.

When Bai Huahua and Dahei were released in the morning in Chang'an, passing by the old house, I could still see my grandfather sitting at the door of the yard with a cane, looking at him dreamily.

Chang'an didn't go there and stayed away from that side.

Not long after, two mule carts drove into the village.

A middle-aged couple and a boy got out of the car, about eight or nine years old.

The boy got off the mule cart and looked around. When he saw Chang'an, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

He ran over in a few steps and called softly: "Chang'an."