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"do not hit me."

Little Zhao leaned on the door and subconsciously held her head.

When the gatekeepers saw that it was Mrs. Zhao and her daughter-in-law, they snorted and stepped aside.

Xiao Zhao is usually quite well-behaved and treats others gently and politely, so the people in the village don't want to embarrass her.

Seeing that the gatekeepers ignored her, Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and ran quickly away.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the patriarch's house, I saw the old man looking this way with his hands behind his back.

She knelt down in front of the patriarch and burst into tears: "Uncle, help me! They want to beat my husband to death."

The patriarch glanced coldly at the woman kneeling on the ground. After all, he was a little worried that the gang of reckless boys would cause big trouble, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

There were many people gathered at the gate of Song Baqi's house at the entrance of the village, and even people from other villages were stationed at a distance to watch the excitement.

The clan leader walked up to him, frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?" He was not only the clan leader of the Song family in Songjia Village, but also the leader of the village, and he spoke with dignity.

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly. Song Laoliu came over and gave the clan leader a fist in the arm: "Uncle, that Song Jizu bullied others too much. He dared to do such things to our villagers. If we don't teach him a lesson, the Song clan members will not be able to hold their heads up when they go out in the future. Come."

The patriarch glanced at him: "A lesson like this for you? Do you know that Sanshun's daughter-in-law will be able to hold her head high in the future if you make such a fuss about her?"

Song Laoliu lowered his head.

I was so angry just now that I just wanted to come over and beat Song Jizu, but I ignored the rest.

"Aren't you going back?" the clan leader scolded, and ordered a few calm-tempered ones to stay, and told the rest to go home quickly.

Everyone was unwilling to let it go, but when the clan leader spoke, they had no choice but to retreat nearby and watch.

The clan leader stepped forward to open the door and led a few people in.

The door was closed again, blocking the outside view.

Several women gathered in the Song family's old house, only ten feet away from the new house. After comforting Wu for a while, they also went home one after another.

Soon, smoke curled up from the village, and every household began to cook.

After Wu cleaned up, she felt that staying in the Song family was too embarrassing, so she packed a few clothes, told her neighbor Sister-in-law Qian, and picked up Chang'an to go back to her parents' home.

Sister-in-law Qian grabbed her and whispered: "Are you stupid? Going back to your parents' house at this time is just in line with their wishes. They are hoping that you will go away so that the trouble can be settled. Listen to my sister-in-law and wait for their explanation at home. Even if the three It’s okay if Shun isn’t at home, the clan leader and two elders of the clan will make the decision for you, and if things don’t work out, we will still be there.”

Wu's tears fell, she wiped them with her sleeves and nodded: "Okay, I will listen to my sister-in-law."

"That's right." Sister-in-law Qian scooped another scoop of wheat noodles from the grain jar at home and handed it to Mrs. Wu: "Make some food for yourself first, and then return it to me when you have grain."

Mrs. Wu took the scoop of noodles and bowed down to thank her: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

"You're welcome, go back and cook."

"Um."

Mrs. Wu came back from Song Laoliu's house, put her baggage in a box, and went to the kitchen to make noodles.

Chang'an couldn't help, so he ran outside to find children to play with.

But all the children in the village ran to the entrance of the village to join in the fun. She didn't dare to go. She happened to see Huahua coming back and immediately greeted her: "Huahua, Huahua."

The big cat meowed at her, rubbed its body against its little master, and swept its tail over her body, making a purring sound in its throat.

Chang'an knelt down and hugged the civet cat, rubbed his little face against the soft and purring fur, and complained stammeringly: "Bad, bad uncle hits, hits, good, it hurts."

She rolled up her sleeves and wanted to show Huahua the bruise, but she couldn't find it.

"Yesterday, last night, there were still more." Changan explained.

Huahua meowed at her again and walked forward slowly.

Changan quickly followed. He stammered and babbled as he walked.

A baby and a cat walked for a long time and came to a small bamboo forest.

Huahua ran into the bamboo forest and soon took out a headless pheasant and placed it at Chang'an's feet like a show off.

Chang'an opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Wi-Pheasant!"

"Meow!" The civet cat meowed, nuzzling Chang'an with its head.

Chang'an chuckled, picked up the pheasant wings, turned around and ran back.

The pheasant was not big or heavy, so Changan ran home quickly.

"Auntie!" She panted and showed the pheasant to Mrs. Wu: "Catch flowers, flowers!"

Wu was very surprised. She took the pheasant over and found that only the head was missing and the rest was intact. She couldn't help but be surprised: "No wonder Huahua doesn't go home often. She went to the woods to catch pheasants."

Changan nodded repeatedly.

Mrs. Wu smelled the pheasant again and saw that there was no smell. She said happily: "I'll stew the pheasant later. Let's eat shredded chicken noodles for lunch."

Chang'an's eyes turned into crescent moon smiles: "Eat, eat chicken shredded noodles."

Huahua also meowed, indicating that she was still there.

Wu squatted down and touched Hua Huahua's head. She put the pheasant in the wooden basin and dealt with it later. She took out two bowls of gnocchi from the pot and took another spoonful and poured it into the broken cat food bowl. Inside.

"Come, let's have breakfast first." She handed a pair of chopsticks to Chang An, and the two sat down at the small square table.

While eating, I suddenly heard a commotion outside, and a man walked quickly into the house carrying a load.

"uncle!"

Chang'an saw the person coming clearly, jumped up from the bench and hugged the thin man's legs.

Song Sanshun put down the burden on his shoulders, bent down and picked up Chang'an, touched her bruised little face, and turned to look at his wife.

When Mrs. Wu saw her husband coming back, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"You're back," she burst into tears.

Song Sanshun hugged Chang'an with one arm and his wife with the other, and asked in a low voice: "What happened at home? Why are so many people gathered around the new house?"

After work, he walked for a long time and a whole night before rushing home. He saw many people standing at the entrance of the village. They refused to say anything when asked, and only asked him to go home quickly and take a look.

Wu told her husband everything that happened yesterday and this morning, and cried: "Sanlang, let's separate our families. I never want to see the people over there again."

Song Sanshun moved his lips a few times, hugged his wife tightly, and nodded: "Okay! I'll go find the uncle right away."

The matter of family separation can't be done by just raising it yourself, it requires the approval of his own father, Song Baqi.

What's more, there is no news from the second brother yet. If he insists on going his own way, he will easily be accused of being unfilial.

In the current dynasty, it was also a crime to be unfilial to one's parents. If one's parents went to the Yamen to complain, one would most likely be imprisoned and face a slap in the face.

What's worse, they will be sent to the army.

"Don't be busy now. You won't be back until you come back. Let's rest first." Mrs. Wu wiped her tears and went to make noodles and spread the cakes.

A scoop of thick noodles was quickly used up.

Mrs. Wu glanced at her husband who was sitting at the door of the stove helping to light the fire, and felt much more at ease.

Having a man in the family was like having a backbone. She suddenly gained a lot of courage and was no longer afraid.

Chang'an nestled in his uncle's arms and complained stammeringly.

"My sister is bad. She scolds her parents. She also scolds her aunt Chang'an."

Song Sanshun listened quietly, and the fire in the stove shone brightly on his thin face.