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Within a few days, Song Baqi came back with his whole family.

Seeing the bare door frame and the empty room, I thought I had entered the wrong door.

The most frightened person was Song Yufeng. She ran into her room and screamed: "Dad! Mom! Where is my cabinet? Where is my suitcase? Why is the dresser missing?"

Not only was the furniture missing, but she also had a lot of clothes and quilts that she didn't take away. She really expected to buy new ones in the county town, but her brother lost all the money in gambling. Even the small yard she bought was given to the gambling house. As a last resort, the family had no choice but to Back to the village again.

Mrs. Zhao had a guess in her mind that her nephew Zhao Quan did this, but she couldn't tell.

But little Zhao started to cry and sat on the empty kang, patting her legs and scolding: "What should we do? God, are you going to force us to die?"

When they came back, they didn't bring any food with them, and their husbands had lost all their money. They expected to go back to the village to live a good life, but as a result, their house was emptied out, and even the iron pot for cooking was gone. How are you doing?

"Shut up!" Song Jizu's eyes were red, and he slapped Xiao Zhao: "It's all this unlucky woman like you! If you hadn't been nagging me all the time, how could I lose money? Why is this happening at home?"

"Don't hit your mother!" Song Xiyue and her brother Song Chengye protected little Zhao and glared at their father.

Sure enough, he was still the same as in his previous life. His biological father couldn't change his behavior and finally lost all the money in the family.

If I had known this, it would be better not to save him when he was poisoned and let him die early!

Song Baqi walked into his room, a little unbelievable.

The kang in his house had been dug up, and the ground had been dug into pits. The thieves were probably looking for money.

"Who is so arrogant?" Song Baqi stomped his feet angrily and turned to ask his wife: "Did Zhao Quan do it?"

Old Zhao pretended not to know: "I don't know either."

"I'm going to report to the official!" Song Baqi turned around and was about to walk out, but was held back by his old wife.

"Master, it's useless to report to the official? What if those government officials ask us for money again, won't we suffer a big loss?" It is impossible for the county government to help you get your money back, and there is no need to skin you again.

Song Baqi's chest heaved with anger, and his face was red and dripping with blood. Suddenly, he was spinning and fell to the ground.

Old Mrs. Zhao was startled and rushed to pull him. When he couldn't pull him, he pinched him again: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

However, Song Baqi clenched his teeth and could no longer speak.

"Jizu! Come here quickly! Your father has fainted!" Old Zhao shouted.

Song Jizu ran over and was a little startled when he saw Song Baqi looking like this.

Old Zhao immediately ordered: "Jizu, go and ask the village doctor to come and take a look."

Song Jizu stood still and said, "Is it free to hire a village doctor?"

It would be better if this old guy died. Who would pay a doctor to treat an old man at such an old age?

Old Zhao said angrily: "You go and invite him first! If your father dies now, will Song Erxiao be able to spare us when he comes back in the future? He is a small flag now, and he might become a high official in a few years. By then, you will still Can I catch his light?"

Song Jizu's expression changed several times, but he finally went out to ask for the village doctor.

The village doctor came to take a look and immediately gave Song Baqi acupuncture.

Old Zhao quickly asked: "His uncle, what happened to Baqi?"

"He's had a stroke. I'll prescribe a prescription, and you immediately go to the countryside to buy medicine." After that, the village doctor wrote a prescription and handed it to Mr. Zhao.

Old Mrs. Zhao took the prescription and looked at it again and again, and asked, "How much does it cost?"

The village doctor glanced at her and said, "About 300 yuan. Hurry up and grab the medicine and give it to Baqi as soon as possible. There is no need to delay the stroke."

"Three hundred coins?" Song Jizu on the side was unhappy and said to old Mrs. Zhao: "Mom, I think it's better not to get medicine. The village doctor also has herbal medicine. Just pick some and use them."

Mrs. Zhao winked at her son, signaling that the village doctor was still there and telling him not to talk nonsense.

But Song Jizu just pretended not to see it and continued: "How about taking it to Song Sanshun's house? After all, he is his biological father and he should bear all the expenses."

The village doctor sneered in his heart but didn't show it on his face. He smiled and asked, "Do you want to treat Baqi?"

Old Zhao immediately said: "Look at what you said, of course we need to treat it!"

After saying that, he went out and handed the prescription to Xiao Zhao. He gave her another three hundred coins and asked her to go to the village pharmacy to get the medicine.

Mrs. Zhao looked at the three hundred articles in her hand, then at the prescription, and quickly ran to the countryside. When she was almost at the pharmacy, she spit on the prescription a few times and blacked out the first two lines of small characters with her fingers.

The pharmacy clerk was still confused when he got the prescription: "Is this prescription wrong? There are two medicines that I can't see clearly."

Xiao Zhao said: "Just arrest them according to what you see clearly."

The boy thought for a while and picked up the medicine.

Looking at the remaining one hundred articles, Xiao Zhao happily put it into his sleeve.

Within two days, news of Song Baqi's stroke and paralysis spread throughout the village.

Song Sanshun, who was digging wells with the villagers, also found out about this and felt a little unbearable.

I wanted to go see my biological father, but Song Yufeng brought Song Xiyue to the door early the next morning.

She pulled Song Xiyue and knelt down towards Song Sanshun, crying so hard: "Third brother, dad is dying, please save him."

Song Sanshun looked at his half-sister coldly and asked in a cold voice: "I'm not a doctor, how can I save her?"

"He said he was sorry for you and asked you to forgive him. He wanted to have you by his side before he died." Song Yufeng covered her face and cried: "Third brother, go and see him, oh oh oh oh, dad, he is so pitiful .”

Song Sanshun couldn't bear hearing this.

After all, that one is his biological father after all.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are good. He probably really regrets it and wants to see himself for the last time, so why not just take a look at him.

At this time, Chang An Deng Deng ran out of the house and hugged his third uncle's leg: "Hug!"

Song Sanshun picked him up and heard Chang An whispering in his ear: "Uncle, don't believe her! My little cousin said that my grandfather kept cursing you while lying in bed, and said that he wanted you to be buried with him when he died. My little aunt came to cry today. You are making trouble, you want the whole village to know that you are the most unfilial beast."

These were all what she heard her little cousin say in her heart, and she just learned them unchanged.

She turned to look at her little cousin on the ground, and continued to whisper in her uncle's ear: "My little cousin said that we should raise my grandfather, the old immortal. She also scolded me and told me that it would be better if I died. She also said that she wanted to be my grandfather. My parents’ daughter will be an official lady from now on.”

Song Sanshun's face turned dark, and he looked coldly at Song Yufeng and Song Xiyue who were kneeling on the ground: "You guys, get up. I'll go back and take a look when I have time."

Song Yufeng couldn't stand it anymore when she saw that her third brother was out of luck. She climbed up and screamed: "Third brother! Now that you are rich, you don't care about your father's life or death? He is your biological father, but he is dying." I can't even see you once before? How can you be so heartless?"

Chang'an immediately said: "You are lying! My grandfather is not dying."

Song Yufeng glared at Chang'an: "It's all because of you, the broomstick, that made my father sick! You also caused our family nothing."

"That's enough! Get out of here!" Song Sanshun was angry, holding Chang'an in one hand and pointing at Song Yufeng with the other: "If I hear you talk about Chang'an as a broomstick again, don't blame me for slapping you!"