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As for Song Sanshun, when he saw that all the people fetching water had left, he quickly closed the courtyard door.

When I came to the backyard, I saw my wife and Chang'an picking long beans in the vegetable garden.

This kind of beans grows very fast and produces a lot of beans. I can pick half a basket every day.

"Pick the tender pickled sour beans, blanch the rest and dry them in the sun to eat in the winter." Song Sanshun also went over to help.

Wu said while picking, "It takes a lot of salt to pickle sour beans. We don't have much salt at home."

"I'll go to the market to buy some." Song Sanshun pinched a few long beans and put them into the basket.

"Then you go now. If you don't put these beans away, they will become old after just one night." Wu said.

Song Sanshun responded and went back to the house to get the money and go out.

As soon as I opened the courtyard door, I saw my father walking over.

Song Baqi clasped his hands behind his back and looked at his son with a dark face: "You are so successful, you actually have money to dig a well?"

Song Sanshun looked at his biological father calmly and said nothing.

Song Baqi walked straight into the yard: "Where is your well?"

"Backyard." Song Sanshun had no choice but to follow back.

Song Baqi became angry when he heard this: "What? Are you digging a well in the backyard? Are you cursing us to leave our hometown?"

Song Sanshun:

"Hurry up and fill it in!" Song Baqi pointed at his son and said, "I know you are not well-intentioned! You are actually digging a well in the backyard!"

Song Sanshun was also speechless and said quietly: "Dad, the cellar originally dug was turned into a well when water came out."

"I don't care! We can't have that well! It must be filled in!" Song Baqi strode to the backyard and saw the well with a pulley in the corner. He was furious: "You have turned my good house into this. , I will take it back now, all of you, get out of here!"

Song Sanshun sneered: "Dad, are you really afraid of a well in the backyard, or are you looking for a reason to drive my family away?"

"You!" Song Baqi became angry and looked around for something to teach his son a lesson.

Finally he found a hoe, picked it up and threw it at Song Sanshun.

one time! Twice! Three times! Song Sanshun remained indifferent and allowed him to smash him.

Wu was frightened, ran over quickly, and tried her best to snatch the hoe from her father-in-law.

Chang'an was furious when he saw his grandfather beating his uncle. He grabbed a handful of mud and threw it at him.

Bang! The mud hit Song Baqi on the face without any bias.

Song Baqi's face was covered with mud, and he became even more angry. Unexpectedly, the hoe in his hand was taken away by Wu.

"Obstacle! Who hit me?" Song Baqi stretched out his hand to shake off the mud, but his eyes were covered with mud and could not see clearly.

He wiped it several times, rushed towards his son and was about to take action: "What's the use of raising evildoers like you?"

Song Laoliu came over after hearing the sound, grabbed Song Baqi and went out.

This old guy was yelling about filling in the well, and he was really listening to it on the other side of the wall, but it made him very angry.

It's time like this. Does the old guy really want to cut off the entire village's water supply? It's so vicious!

"Uncle Baqi, what on earth do you want to do? There must be some reason for relying on an old man and betraying him, right?" Song Laoliu couldn't wait to kick this old guy out of the village.

Song Baqi was not as strong as Song Laoliu and was dragged out of the yard involuntarily. He was furious: "I'm teaching my son a lesson, why are you dragging me?"

Song Laoliu glanced at the villagers who came over after hearing the sound, and sneered: "Are you trying to teach your son a lesson? I see that you saw Sanshun's family digging a well, and you want to come over and occupy it, right?"

"You! You're talking nonsense!" Song Baqi's face turned red, he pointed at Song Laoliu and cursed: "You are so disrespectful. I am your elder after all, but you have made rude remarks again and again. How did your parents teach you? ?”

Song Laoliu sneered: "My parents taught me to know good and evil and to know shame, but they didn't teach me to exploit my children and do shameless things. Uncle Baqi, do you know how to write the word "know shame"?

Song Baqi's old face turned purple, and when he saw the unkind eyes around him, he threw up his sleeves and walked away.

"Is this Song Baqi's brain confused by shit? He does ridiculous things, what is he thinking?" Some villagers did not understand.

Someone laughed and said: "Unworthy wives are in trouble with husbands. I see that Uncle Baqi has been fed the soulful soup by the old godly woman. Sooner or later he will be unlucky in the future."

"Indeed, when one day he runs out of money, I want to see if Song Jizu's family will treat him well." Another villager joked.

"A person as idle as Song Jizu can't protect himself. Who can he treat kindly in the future?" Once her mother comes back from Chang'an and knows that the family abused her daughter, will the Jiang family still care about them?

As long as the Jiang family doesn't give money, the old Zhao family will have to eat shit. It will be up to Song Jizu whether he still recognizes Song Baqi as his father.

The villagers discussed for a while and then went home one after another.

It was so hot outside, the sun was so hot that people were sweating, there was not even a breath of wind in the treetops, and the soil on the ground was dry and dusty.

The elderly people all went to enjoy the cool air in the bamboo forest, accompanied by their young grandchildren.

Goudan and Little Hoe also ran to the bamboo forest, because it was too hot under the persimmon tree at Chang'an's house, like a fire cage.

Chang'an didn't think so, sitting alone in the shade making a statue of the Dragon King.

She has already made three of them, excluding the one placed in her well, and is now coloring the last one.

They say he is the Dragon King of the Four Seas, so she only made four and stopped making them.

"Chang'an, aren't you warm?" Mrs. Wu came over and sat down, fanning her little niece.

Changan shook his head: "It's not hot."

As long as it's very hot, the beads on her palms will flash, and then they won't be hot anymore, so Chang'an is only slightly hot now.

"How about we go to the bamboo forest, there are many children playing there." Wu suggested.

Chang'an: "Go if you like the color."

"Okay, auntie will fan you, please go up slowly." Mrs. Wu gently fanned her little niece.

Two moments later, Chang An finally finished painting the last Dragon King statue. He glanced at the palm of his hand and saw that the leaves on the little seedlings had grown into one complete leaf, and now it had returned to seven leaves.

Chang'an arranged the three dragon kings in a row, stretched out his hands and feet, stood up, and said to his aunt with a smile: "Now go to the bamboo forest to play."

Wu touched her head, picked up a small bamboo stool and led Chang An out of the door and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Huahua and Dog seemed to know where they were going, and immediately got up and followed them.

Dahei was tied by a rope and couldn't escape. He barked several times with a resentful look on his face, trying to awaken the conscience of his little master.

Chang'an looked back and said, "You look after the house."

Dahei seemed to understand, whining a few times in aggrievedness, lying down, resting his chin on his front paws, blinking and watching the little master walk out of the door.

The bamboo forest next to the village is not small, and it basically belongs to the Song family. Originally, Song Sanshun's father also owned a piece of forest land, but Mrs. Zhao persuaded her to sell it.

After Wu took Chang An into the bamboo forest, she suddenly felt much cooler.

She sat down with Sister-in-law Qian, and they were holding the soles of their shoes while chatting.

Chang'an took Huahua and his dog to pick up bamboo clothes on the ground in the bamboo forest, intending to take them back to his aunt to make rice dumplings.

Suddenly, someone ran into the bamboo forest and shouted to Mrs. Wu: "His third aunt, please go back and take a look. Your father-in-law is going to burn down your house."