Farmer Fubo is open for business

At night, he dreamed of little goldfish again, and Changan told them what was in his heart: "Grandpa is so bad. He came to scold uncle again and asked for money."

Five little mermaids with different hair colors sat on the rocks of the pool and listened quietly to the little doll talking. Their shiny fish tails swayed slowly in the water.

"I want to make them unlucky and never harm my uncle and aunt again." Chang'an lay on the shore and put his little hands into the water to fiddle with the water.

The little blond goldfish sitting in the middle said: "These are all small things. If they are contaminated with karma, there will be retribution. You don't have to worry." 】

Changan pouted and nodded.

The little goldfish asked: [What did you learn today? Tell me. 】

Chang'an thought for a while and told her about her aunt's making of jujube cake.

"I peeled the jujubes, mashed the pumpkin with a rolling pin, and added icing sugar to the paste." She looked at the little goldfish carefully and asked, "Does this count as learning a skill?"

The little blue-haired goldfish smiled and said angrily: "You haven't learned anything else, but you have learned a lot about your mind."

Changan blinked and asked, "What is the mind's eye?"

The blue-haired fish threw a few small pearls at her: "Idiot!"

Chang'an argued: "I can recognize twenty characters at a time, so I'm not stupid! Humph!" He stretched out his chubby hand and picked up all the little pearls.

The other little mermaids also smiled and threw many small beads over, and then jumped into the water one after another.

Only the little blond fish was still sitting on the rock, looking at Chang An with a loving look on his face: "Stop dawdling, hurry up and learn how to read."

"Yes." Chang'an picked up the last pearl and happily ran to the short table to read and read.

Hehe, the little Miaomiao in her palm is about to add another leaf.

Now that the Thousand-Character Classic, the Three-Character Classic, and the Hundred Family Surnames have been learned, Chang'an began to study the Baicao Classic.

The plants in the Baicao Jing were all seen in the wild, and it was easy for her to learn them. She could learn all the words in the introduction to a plant in one night.

After learning the characters, she had to learn arithmetic. Not only did she have to learn Jiujiu Song, the little goldfish also conjured up an abacus so that she could learn how to add and subtract.

Early the next morning, villagers lined up to fetch water from Song Sanshun's house.

The well is on the west side of the front yard. It is paved with many bluestone slabs and two large water tanks are cut out of two huge rocks.

There is a water outlet hole at the bottom of the sink. When storing water, plug it with a wooden plug. To drain the water, just pull out the wooden plug.

A sink was built to facilitate home laundry and vegetables, and a water channel was built at the water outlet below, which leads directly to the water storage ditch in the vegetable garden.

The women who came to fetch water couldn't help but envy when they saw that Song Sanshun's house had such a sink. It was very convenient for washing clothes, washing vegetables and washing rice, but no one had the nerve to bring their own clothes here to be washed.

Village women know better than anyone how precious water is these days.

If he really dared to take the clothes over, he would probably be scolded by the whole village.

Not to mention the severe drought now, even in normal times, if you openly wash your clothes by a well, you are not allowed to do so, unless the well is your own.

At this time, the patriarch walked into the yard with his hands behind his back. After looking inside and outside, he said: "Sanshun, you are experienced enough. Go back and take a few people around to see where wells can be drilled. The yamen will inform each village and each household how many wells must be drilled." We need a well to cope with the drought. This field cannot be left without planting. If there is no harvest next year, how will the villagers survive?"

Song Sanshun was a little embarrassed.

What experience do you have? Drilling a well is nothing more than a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, plus the little niece’s magical clay doll

But this matter must not be told to outsiders.

"It's just a coincidence that water comes out of my well." Song Sanshun scratched his head.

The patriarch glanced at him: "I don't care if you are lucky or not, this is a task assigned by the county government."

"Okay, let's take a look when I get back from the temple fair." Tomorrow is August 15th. Not only is there a big festival at the temple, but also in the clan, so the matter of digging the well can only be postponed until after the festival.

The two were talking when they suddenly saw Song Baqi and his wife rushing over.

He grabbed Song Sanshun and shouted: "You traitor! Hand over the money that Erxiao brought back quickly! You broke up with me, he is still my son, why should you ignore the money I sent?"

Song Sanshun frowned, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the clan leader angrily yell: "Song Baqi! What nonsense are you talking about? I was also there when Song Erxiao asked someone to bring something back. He just brought back some children's toys. Where is the money?"

"I don't believe it!" Song Baqi held on to his third son and refused to let go. "Er Xiao hasn't sent a letter back in three years. How could he not give him money when he finally sent a letter this time?"

The clan leader was almost furious with him. He turned to Song Sanshun and said, "Go and take out your brother's letter and let him see it in person!"

Sanshun specially asked himself to write a reply to Erxiao that day, so he also read Erxiao's letter. The first half of it didn't mention anything about sending any money. He only said that he had bought his daughter a pair of silver bracelets after not seeing her for many years. , I don’t know what the size is.

Song Sanshun shook off his father's grip, walked back into the house in a few steps, took out a letter, shook it open and showed it to everyone.

But few of the villagers could read, so they only raised their heads to take a look.

Finally, the patriarch took the letter and read it word for word to Song Baqi.

The letter only told his brother to take good care of Chang'an, and also said that he had raised a small flag, without mentioning his biological father and stepmother's family at all.

Song Baqi's face was ugly, and he suddenly thought of something, walked into the house, picked up Chang An who was eating the morning meal, and walked out.

Changan was so frightened that he screamed and tried his best to refuse to be hugged by him.

Mrs. Wu put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands and chased her out of the house, chasing after the child, but Song Baqi tightened his grip on Chang'an and refused to let go. He said, "Chang'an is a filial child and also my granddaughter. I will raise it from now on!" "

"I don't want you to raise me!" Chang'an cried loudly, turned around and stretched out his little hand towards his aunt.

But Wu did not dare to pull her hard, for fear that Song Baqi would injure the child in anger.

When Song Sanshun saw this, he rushed over and grabbed his father's fingers to free Chang'an.

But Song Baqi ignored it and tightened Chang'an's waist and neck so hard that the little baby's face turned purple.

Everyone present was furious. Jin Guihua and Sister-in-law Qian even pulled out the Jingchai and poked his arm.

After several chaos, Chang'an was finally recaptured.

Looking at the little baby again, his face turned purple and he couldn't even cry.

The patriarch rushed to Song Baqi angrily and slapped him twice: "Do you treat your children like this? Are you trying to use Chang'an to blackmail Erxiao and Sanshun? Song Baqi, are you still not a human being? Do you have any heart at all?" "

Song Baqi seemed to be going crazy. He struggled and wanted to attack the clan leader, but his arms were twisted by several villagers and he was beaten hard several times before finally being honest.

Mrs. Zhao didn't participate much this time. She watched the whole process with cold eyes. Even Song Baqi didn't say a word when he was beaten. They were completely different from the loving couple before.

Song Sanshun carried Chang An back to the house and pinched the man's throat with his wife.

After a while, Chang An burst into tears and hugged his aunt's neck without letting go.

Just now, she seemed to be out of her mind and saw the bloody scene where many people were hacking and killing indiscriminately.

She floated over another man and saw him fighting bravely with a machete.

Several times, those guys with weird haircuts were about to hit his head with their blades, but they were blocked by a ray of light.

Then Chang An saw a cloth belt hanging from the man's collar. The lower end of the cloth belt stretched into the lapel of his clothes. It was the belt of the bag he gave to his father.

There should also be a small clay figurine in that bag.

Could he be the father? (End of chapter)