Enter the Room

Who else in Liang County doesn't know about the Song family?

As soon as Grandpa Song Jiu's voice fell, there was silence inside and outside the mourning hall.

Song Daliang hurriedly pushed his ten-year-old son Song Tianbao in front of the crowd, and said, "My Tianbao threw a bowl! My Tianbao is the nephew of the second child, the eldest son and grandson of the Song family. He couldn't be more suitable for throwing a bowl!"

Grandpa Song Jiu had a hard face, and said, "Isn't this the only son you have?"

Song Daliang immediately said: "It's just throwing a basin, and it's not about adopting, what's the matter?"

But as long as his son can throw a basin, he can find a way to get the second room's property.

Grandpa Song Jiu frowned, and couldn't help but look towards the filial tent.

Suddenly, Zeng's voice came from outside the door: "The second child is going to go to the funeral, and Tianhui from the third family will throw the basin!"

Everyone turned around.

I saw Mrs. Zeng, supported by Mrs. Li, leading Song Sanliang's youngest son, Song Tianhui, walking in surrounded by a group of nephews and nephews from her natal family.

Song Daliang suddenly became anxious, glared at Song Sanliang, and said: "Mother, this is our son's business, so don't make trouble here!"

Mrs. Zeng didn't even look at him, and pushed the four-year-old Song Tianhui in front of the elders of the Song family, saying: "Tianhui is the second son's nephew and the second son in the family. He is the most suitable for throwing a basin." But that's all."

The members of the Zeng family were also chattering there: "Who would let the only son throw a pot for his uncle? Wouldn't this break the root of the long house. Or is it that the long house doesn't want to inherit the clan? That's fine too. Hand over Yifang's genealogy, and Sanfang will keep it."

Song Daliang jumped up when he heard this, and said, "Fart! What's wrong with our Tianbao being the only son? Isn't he allowed to pick two heads on one shoulder?"

The members of the Zeng family laughed at him and said, "Are you crazy about money?"

Master Zeng was even more merciless, and said: "You lost the Song family's ancestral property, and you want to lose the second family's property?"

Hitting people is not slapping people in the face.

This happened to be Song Daliang's Achilles' heel.

He was about to hit Master Zeng, but was separated by the patriarch of the Zeng clan.

Song Sanliang exchanged a look with Master Zeng.

Master Zeng and the members of the Zeng family hugged Song Tianhui to Lingqian, and continued to step on Song Daliang: "Are you trying to play a scoundrel? We are not afraid!"

Song Daliang thought about last night when his youngest daughter said that Song Sanliang planned to take the youngest son to the second wife by throwing the basin, and then thought about what Master Zeng said just now, his mind froze, and in a hurry, he reached out and grabbed Song Tianhui by the collar, and scolded: "Little brat, you still want to throw the basin!"

Song Sanliang only wanted to stimulate Song Daliang to make mistakes, but he didn't expect the fire to burn on his son.

He was afraid that Song Daliang would hurt his son, so he stepped forward to snatch him: "Do you dare to touch my son?"

Li Shi and Zeng Shi screamed in unison, causing Wang Shi and others to run out from behind the filial tent.

Song Daliang only felt that he had grasped Song Sanliang's lifeblood, how could he let go so easily?

The two pushed and shoved each other, and the scene was very chaotic.

Song Sanliang's eldest son, Song Tiancong, jumped out from nowhere. Seeing the white and fat Song Tianbao watching the fun there, he smiled happily, but his younger brother was being held by his father. He punched him without thinking. on Song Tianbao's eye socket.

With a howl, Song Tianbao rushed forward and fought with Song Tiancong, who was the same age.

The female relatives hurried over to fight.

Grandpa Song Jiu was so angry that his chest heaved and he pointed at the Song family: "Don't pull them away yet!"

Everyone stepped forward and finally separated the two groups of people.

Song Daliang kicked Song Sanliang when he was framed: "You bastard! You only know how to plot others behind their backs!"

Song Sanliang gave him a "pooh".

Song Tianbao cried in the arms of Wang and the others.

Brother Song Tiancong cried in the arms of Zeng Shi and Li Shi.

The two sides have distinct barriers, fighting like black-eyed chickens.

Grandpa Song Jiu shook his head, and said to Qian Shi in the filial tent, "Youliang daughter-in-law, you are the head of mourning, come out and say something! Let's see who is suitable for throwing the basin?"

Mrs. Qian came out from the filial tent.

She took a few steps forward, bowed to Grandpa Song Jiu, and said respectfully: "Your old man is invited to preside over the funeral. Whoever throws the basin, we will listen to you."

How can this work?

Wouldn't they have been busy in vain?

Both Song Daliang and Song Sanliang thought of Yuan Yunzhong.

One said: "Why let her speak out?"

One said: "Where is Mr. Yuan? You are the son-in-law of the second room, half a son-in-law, you should come forward and say something at this time!"

Yuan Yunzhong lazily leaned on the black lacquered pillar of the mourning hall, and said, "I'm just the son-in-law of the Song family after all, you can discuss it if you have anything to do!"

He glanced at the tent.

Is Song Jiyun going to watch the fire from the other side or borrow a knife to kill someone?

Song Daliang and Song Sanliang were dumbfounded.

Grandpa Song Jiu was very happy, not only Qian Shi knew the fun, but Yuan Yunzhong also stood by his side.

He suppressed a smile and straightened his face, and said: "She is Youliang's widow, if you don't discuss this kind of thing with her, who should you discuss with?"

The members of the Song family also said: "It should be so. The Ninth Master is fair!"

Song Daliang and the others turned blue and felt very uncomfortable.

People who are usually looked down upon by them decide their interests at this time.

Li's women and children especially couldn't hold back their anger, they looked at Qian with jealousy and indignation.

Grandpa Song Jiu stroked the three locks of beard in satisfaction, and was about to have a few polite words with Qian, but Qian said in a gentle voice: "It's just that throwing the pot is throwing the pot, and adopting is adopting. The two things should not be confused."

Everyone changed their faces.

It's not that they want the property of Song Youliang's family, who would give up their biological parents to be Song Youliang's filial son!

Qian shi lowered her head and gently touched her stomach, and said, "I'm still pregnant with one! It's not easy to let others be dutiful sons for nothing."

The implication is that if she gave birth to a son, what would happen to the person who threw the basin?

Song Sanliang was the most reconciled, and immediately said: "Second sister-in-law, what do you mean by that? Second brother never felt sorry for you when he was alive. His body was not cold yet, so you turned your face and refused to recognize anyone. I don't want to. What are you going to do about the second brother's funeral?"

Song Daliang saw that this was not good, so he had to say a few words.

He didn't wait for Song Sanliang to finish speaking, and went to Qian's side, saying: "Second daughter-in-law, you have to think about it, there is no filial son who throws the basin, the second child will not be able to find Naihe bridge, drink Meng Po soup, and have no It’s a way to reincarnate. Husband and wife in one day, one hundred days of grace, don’t let things go to waste!”

Grandpa Song Jiu also sighed, and said, "Mr. Qian, I am very embarrassed when you say that! People without the protection of their clansmen are like duckweed. Don't forget, Youliang's funeral, your daughter's wedding and funeral, are all like duckweed." You need the help of the clansmen, you have to have the support of the clansmen!"

Qian's ears were full of accusing words, which made her mind "buzzing".

Mrs. Zeng, who was coaxing Song Tianhui, saw Mrs. Song Jiu and her two sons surrounded by Mrs. Qian. Mrs. Qian still looked unhappy. She stood up as if a big stone had been crushed on her chest. Just a sneer: "You said that you have a son, you have a son? Then why did you give birth to three girls before. Are you going to be a girl this time? Don't let our second child die?!"

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