Farmer Fubo is open for business

"Sanshun would rather be beaten." Song Sanshun knelt down deeply and touched his forehead to the ground.

The clan leader and clan elder looked at each other, sighed, and said to Song San: "Okay, get up, I will help you write the divorce letter."

The content of this divorce letter must be proposed by Song Baqi, otherwise Sanshun may suffer a loss.

Now, before Song Baqi could react, he had to settle the matter.

The clan leader immediately wrote a letter of divorce in the name of Song Baqi and asked him to put a fingerprint on his name, and then asked Song Sanshun to also put a fingerprint on his name.

He planned to take the clerk and Song Baqi and his son to the county government office early tomorrow morning to file the record, which would save them a long night and many dreams.

After coming out of the ancestral hall, Song Sanshun followed the clan leader to his house and proposed to buy the wasteland outside the village.

The clan leader readily agreed and took him to measure the land and roughly estimate the area needed to build a house.

Later, Song Sanshun returned home, looked at the still burning house, and waited silently.

There is a lot of money buried underground in the house, and I want to dig it out to build a new house.

Wu was wiping her tears and packing her things in the yard.

The kitchen was burned down, but the iron pot was still in good condition, including the three large vats. Fortunately, the vats were covered with lids, so the water in the three vats could be consumed.

It's just that the cupboards were ruined and most of the pots and bowls were damaged. Fortunately, they weren't worth much, so I could just buy a few later.

Chang'an ran to the backyard and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that his vegetable garden was in good condition.

The clay statue under the persimmon tree is also there, untouched.

"Chang'an, you can stay at my house from now on. I'll sleep with my parents and you sleep with your sister." Goudan followed over and said seriously.

Changan shook his head: "I'm with my uncle and aunt."

It was summer and the weather was very hot. She could sleep in the yard with her uncle and aunt just to enjoy the cool air.

Goudan was a little disappointed, sat down on the mat, and muttered: "Your grandfather is really bad."

Changan nodded.

Her grandfather was indeed bad, and she was scared when she saw him coming over to quarrel.

At night, a family of three slept on a bamboo bed in the yard, and Chang An blinked at the stars in the sky.

Song Sanshun explained the stars in the sky to his niece: "Did you see the brightest star over there? Like a scoop, it is a dustpan, and the bright one under the dustpan is called chaff."

Then he pointed to the other side: "The three connected ones are pestles, and there are immortals using them to pound medicine."

Chang'an asked curiously: "What is an immortal?"

"Immortals are people who are very capable and can soar into the clouds and mist, ascend to the sky and enter the earth." Song Sanshun made nonsense.

Chang'an took it seriously and said with a yearning look on his face: "I also want to be an immortal."

Song Sanshun chuckled and rubbed his little niece's head: "Well, little Chang'an can learn more and become an immortal when he grows up."

Chang'an blinked, thinking of what the little goldfish said, and nodded.

The next day, the villagers still came to fetch water. When they saw Song Sanshun, they asked: "Sanshun, when will your house be built? I will help then."

Others also expressed that as long as Song Sanshun built a house, they would all help and promised to build the house within two months.

Song Sanshun was moved and raised his hands to the villagers: "Thank you very much. Once the procedures for purchasing the land are completed, I will trouble all my uncles and brothers."

"Hey, why bother? I can't plant seeds now anyway, so why don't we help you build a house together."

"Yes, yes, I still have a lot of straw at home. If you want to use it, Sanshun, just squeak."

"There are a lot of bamboos in my bamboo forest. If you want to use them, just cut them down."

Everyone said that they could help him, and Song Sanshun couldn't help but his eyes turned red.

If it weren't for the friendliness of the villagers, he actually planned to take his wife and Chang An to Kaoshan Village to join his parents-in-law.

However, after all, Songjia Village is his roots, and the clan members are united, so Song Sanshun is really reluctant to leave unless it is absolutely necessary.

No matter whether there is a severe drought or flood in the future, his family can only live long if they can get the blessing of the clan. Only those who can't figure it out can be so arrogant that they don't care about their clan.

Not long after, the clan leader drove over in an ox cart, took Song Baqi and Song Sanshun to the county seat, and submitted the divorce document to the county magistrate.

Later, Song Sanshun received thirty strokes as a punishment for his unfilial piety.

After returning from the county town, Song Baqi immediately urged Song Sanshun to move. Mrs. Zhao even came over proudly to show her sovereignty. She was also going to ask someone to build a wall at the well and lock it with a lock. If the villagers wanted to carry water, they would have to pay.

Song Laoliu sneered: "Sanshun paid for this well to be drilled. No matter what, it's not your turn to lock it, right?"

Old Zhao curled his lips and said, "So what if he did it? The territory in my house belongs to me!"

"The city walls in the county are not as shameless as you." Song Laoliu sneered: "We can dig wells and fill them in. Believe it or not, we can fill them in now?"

Someone next to me echoed: "Yes, we would rather fill in the well than give someone surnamed Zhao an advantage!"

"Anyway, Song Sanshun doesn't live here anymore, so let's just fill in the well, and let's dig another well somewhere else."

"That's right! Let's go pick out the mud now."

"You are stupid, why do you need to pick mud? Isn't there ready-made stuff here?"

When Mrs. Zhao saw everyone expressing their intention to fill the well, she immediately panicked and ran home to discuss it with Song Baqi.

Song Baqi was so angry that he came over with his hands behind his back and scolded: "Which of you dares to fill the well?"

Isn't it just because of this well that I ended up quarreling with my son? If the well is filled, wouldn’t he become a joke?

Song Sanshun came over and said in a cold voice: "If you want a well, just give me the thirty knives needed to dig the well, and the well will be yours."

"You!" Song Baqi was furious. He was about to rush over and beat someone when he suddenly heard Song Sanshun say: "Song Baqi, now you and I are no longer related. I am not your son, and you are not my father. If you dare to attack me again, I will But I will fight back."

Song Sanshun's eyes were full of sternness, and he looked at the old man in front of him like he was trash.

Song Baqi shuddered and subconsciously took a step back.

After looking at each other for a long time with Song Sanshun, Song Baqi was defeated and gritted his teeth and said: "Thirty swords are impossible!"

Song Sanshun smiled: "Then this well will still be mine. I will build a wall from here to enclose it in the yard of Brother Six's house."

The place where I dug my well was originally a wasteland, but was later enclosed in the yard. Since I no longer live here, I might as well give the well to Brother Song Liu.

Song Baqi was furious when he heard this. He really wanted to beat Song Sanshun with a pole.

"I'll discuss it after I go back!" After saying that, Song Baqi left in a hurry.

Back at the new house, Song Baqi told his old wife about the matter, and old Zhao was unhappy: "Thirty strings? Why didn't he grab it?"

"If he doesn't pay, he will hand over the well to Song Laoliu." Song Baqi was also very annoyed.

I only have thirty strings left, and I really wouldn't be willing to give them all to that damn turtle son.

"Why give it to Song Laoliu? That's our yard!" Mrs. Zhao said angrily: "Dig a well in our yard, it belongs to our family!"

Song Baqi shook his head: "That place didn't belong to our family before, and this damn boy is using this reason to ask for money from me."

After a moment of pause, he frowned and said, "Why don't you just give it to him?"

It does take about thirty guan to dig a sweet water well. If the windlass and rope are also equipped, it is estimated to be upwards of thirty.

Old Zhao was unwilling to give money at first, but thinking that each load of water would be sold for three to five cents in the future, she had no choice but to agree.

If we sell 30 to 40 tons of water a day, for thirty guan, we can make money back in a few months. It’s not a loss when you think about it, and you’ll get a well and an old house for free.

It's a pity that the house was burned down, otherwise it would be habitable with some tidying up.

snort! When Song Laoliu and Song Sanshun come over to buy water, I will charge them ten cents per load to see how arrogant they are?

At this moment, Mrs. Zhao even thought about the well guard.

My natal brother and nephew are naughty, they dare to yell and hit, but they are also considerate to me. Let him come to guard the well to see who dares to bare his teeth and not give him money?