Enter the Room

  Chapter 117

   Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

   This is not something Song Daliang would do!

  Division will do him all harm but no benefit. With his personality, it would be nice not to procrastinate, but how could he be so (so) proactive in proposing it?

   Song Cuiyun was thoughtful.

  Grandfather Song Shiyi was already furious: "So, your second brother Qiqi, did you not come on purpose?"

   The sacrifice of Qiqi is a relatively important sacrifice.

  According to Buddhism and Taoism, the soul will stay in the world after death, and it will not be completely cut off from the world until seventy-seven forty-nine days, and reincarnated. Therefore, on this day, all relatives and friends must come to say goodbye to the deceased.

Song Daliang's eyes flickered slightly, but his attitude was very tough, and he said: "It's not what you said, my second son and I separated, so we have two families? Since we are two families, don't you come or not come as you please? I don't want to What's the matter?"

   His words offended the elders of the Song family.

   You know, branching is their decision.

   By saying this, isn’t he accusing them of doing something wrong?

  Besides, because Song Daliang and Song Sanliang did not participate in Song Youliang Qiqi's sacrificial ceremony, their Song family had already lost face in front of the county magistrate.

   On the spot, some elders of the clan said angrily: "Are you going to have nothing to do with You Liang's family?"

  Song Daliang didn't care, crossed Erlang's legs and said: "You dogs look down on people, if you want to curry favor with that **** girl Song Jiyun, don't expect me to use my face to carry the sedan chair for her like you!"

  Some people are indeed on Song Jiyun's side out of helplessness as he said. They are more or less unwilling and dissatisfied that Song Jiyun, a woman, can sit on an equal footing with them, and even control them over their heads.

   Hearing his words, he was ashamed.

   But more people were dissatisfied with him, saying: "You remember what you said today. When something happens to your family, we don't have to follow the rules. Go if you want, and don't go if you don't want to!"

   "Bah!" Song Daliang was very angry, and said bluntly to the clan elder, "Don't curse me! What can happen to our family? You think I'm that short-lived ghost of Song Youliang, who is lucky enough to die."

  His words angered Qian Shi, and she stood up angrily, supporting her waist: "You are the children's uncle, do you ever talk like that?"

  Nurse Zheng, who served beside her, quickly helped Qian.

   Crying like rain, Mrs. Qian took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears and said, "Qiqi is not over yet, aren't you afraid that our family, Youliang, will come to settle accounts with you at night?"

Song Daliang shrank his shoulders in fear, suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and immediately stiffened his neck, saying: "You let him come to me! I just wanted to ask him why our brother is doing well. Once he leaves, you will Don't you recognize me as an uncle? Is it wrong for me to help your family mourn?"

   "Are you still talking about reason!" Qian was so angry that he pointed at him for a while and didn't know what to say.

  Song Jiyun walked over, gently supported his mother's back, gave her comfort, comforted her, and called "uncle" with a smile.

   Song Daliang looked up at her.

  She said in a gentle and slow voice: "When is Uncle's kiln factory scheduled to open? Judging from your tone, are you ready for us to send congratulations?"

   Everyone present obviously didn't know about this, and there was an uproar.

  Song Daliang was startled, she didn't expect Song Jiyun's news to be so well-informed, she knew it just after he had gathered all the people who opened the kiln.

   Just don't know what else she knows?

  He was defensive, and revealed a little bit on his face: "What do you want to do? We have separated, and this kiln factory has nothing to do with you!"

  Who among the people here does not understand.

   It stands to reason that when someone in the clan has the spare energy to hire someone, they will always choose the clan members in the clan.

  It is not only to help each other in difficult times, but also because outsiders make mistakes and have to file a lawsuit.

  He is afraid that his kiln factory will open, and the people of the Song family will take advantage of the autumn wind, so he is anxious to split the clan with the Song family!

  Grandpa Song Shiyi's face was like the bottom of a pot, and he ordered the boy to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone: "This is to write the deed of division of the sect clearly and clearly. From now on, his Song Daliang matter has nothing to do with our Song family!"

   He also warned everyone present: "Whoever's son dares to step into Song Daliang's kiln, see if I don't break his leg."

  Song Daliang sneered at this, took a sip of tea from the teacup when Song Shiyi was writing the deed, and said provocatively: "What the hell? Shog water is better than this!"

   Qian was very angry.

  Song Jiyun patted his mother's hand gently, and said slowly: "Then you don't need to drink!"

   Song Daliang's hand froze when reaching for the fruit.

  Although he was not reconciled, he had to admit that deep down in his heart he was quite afraid of Song Jiyun.

   But he couldn't lose his momentum at this time.

"You think I'm a rarity!" Song Daliang sneered, picked up the big red plum in the fruit plate, took a bite, threw it in the fruit plate in disgust, and said, "If it wasn't for the division of clans, you think I would come to your house ?”

   "Oh!" Song Jiyun listened, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Since this is the case, it will prevent our two families from getting tired of seeing each other."

"Eleventh Master," she turned her head and said, "By your hand, you can give us another contract! Uncle doesn't like everything in our house, and we don't want to lick our faces and give away the left side and give away the right side." Go up—can you write us a deed of divorce? From now on, we will take his single-plank bridge with the uncle's family, and I will take my Yangguan Road, and we will not communicate any more."

  Everyone was stunned.

   There are also conflicts in the clan who want to divide the clan, but the more the clan is divided, for the sake of each other's face, everyone walks around more frequently. They have never seen such a split and broken family in their lifetime.

  But Song Jiyun is really tired of Song Daliang.

  She reminded the elders of the Song family: "It also prevents my uncle from being troubled by anything in our family."

  Everyone immediately thought of Song Daliang's ability to cause trouble.

  They are also afraid of being implicated!

   Immediately, a clan elder firmly said: "That's fine! Anyway, Mr. Song is not going to associate with us anymore. After breaking up the relationship, changing the name is justified."

  Grandpa Song Shiyi also came to his senses, and he said firmly, "Okay! I'll write another deed of divorce, and we'll take them to the yamen together later."

  Although breaking off a relationship is a source of evil, the current county magistrate takes good care of the Song family and Song Jiyun, so he should support this contract of breaking off a relationship.

  Everything in front of him was developing as Song Daliang expected, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

  A person without a clan is like a lone goose breaking away from a flock of geese, perhaps not used to it for a while?

  He comforted himself, but he didn't want to be seen on his face, and said more and more arrogantly: "Don't regret it!"

   "Don't regret it!" Everyone refuted him, and two contracts were written in a short while.

  Grandpa Song Eleven went to the yamen together with two other clan elder representatives, the Song family and Song Daliang.

  Song Jiyun couldn't finish the dinner he arranged to thank the elders.

  She sent Master Song Shishi and others to the door.

  But when Song Daliang was getting on the sedan chair, he stopped him, and smiled and said in a low voice: "Sister Tao, how are you?"

  (end of this chapter)