Farmer Fubo is open for business

Song Yufeng burst into tears, but she did not leave. Instead, she held Song Xiyue and cried in Song Sanshun's yard.

At this moment, many villagers came to fetch water. Seeing Song Yufeng and Song Xiyue crying here, they thought Song Baqi was dead, so they all whispered:

"Is Song Baqi going to die? Oh, evil is rewarded with evil."

"Who says it's not the case? I heard that Song Jizu didn't want to spend money on Song Baqi's medicine at first, and later he planned to send him to Sanshun's family. Gee, that family's heart is really dark."

"Hey, Song Baqi must have been killed by Song Jizu, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so fast? The village doctor said that his symptoms of stroke were not severe. As long as he takes good care of himself, he will be able to live for three to five years."

"If this is really the case, then we cannot tolerate it. The families who are cooperating with him should go and have a look quickly, so as not to be implicated by the victim's spirit."

Song Laoliu's family was the one who jointly secured the security with Song Baqi's family. Upon hearing this, they immediately put down their poles and prepared to call others to come and have a look.

Song Sanshun was also one of the joint insured households, so he wanted to leave Chang'an behind and follow him.

Chang'an hugged his uncle's neck tightly and wouldn't let go.

She also wanted to take a look.

Song Sanshun had no choice but to carry Chang An and several villagers to the Song family's new house.

Seeing that her third brother was willing to meet her biological father, Song Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled her niece Song Xiyue to follow him.

Originally, her mother wanted her to ease the relationship between the two families, but due to habit, Song Yufeng could not bring herself to surrender to her third brother and ask for peace, so she did the same thing as before.

Fortunately, Song Sanshun was still willing to visit her father. She had completed her mission, and the rest was none of her business.

A group of people walked into Song Baqi's house and were shocked by the situation at home.

Firewood was used to build the door, and the household items and daily necessities brought back from the county were piled on the ground or on the kang, making it a mess.

Little Zhao, with unkempt hair and dirty clothes, was squatting in the yard making medicine. When she saw someone coming in, she immediately stood up cautiously.

Mrs. Zhao had already come out of the house, wiping her eyes with her sleeves, crying and saying to Song Sanshun: "Sanshun, you are here. Your father suddenly became ill. I finally rescued him. When he woke up, he kept talking about you. , talking about Chang'an."

After saying that, he covered his face and sobbed, as if what he said was true.

Song Sanshun said nothing and walked into the side room with Song Laoliu and others.

Song Baqi lay upright on the kang, not knowing whether he was really sleeping or pretending to sleep. His eyes were tightly closed, but Chang'an saw his eyes rolling under his eyelids.

"Uncle Baqi, how are you?" Song Laoliu asked.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and just when everyone was about to leave, Song Baqi finally opened his eyes.

He glanced at everyone in the room and his eyes fell on Song Sanshun and Chang'an.

"Rebellious son! You still know how to come to see your father?" Song Baqi's eyes were full of resentment, and the words coming out of his crooked mouth were vague and hard to hear clearly: "You disobedient and unfilial beast, my death is just what you wanted. Bar?"

Knowing his father better than his son, Song Sanshun naturally understood his father's anger.

His biological father was angry that he ignored him and blamed his divorced son for the fact that the house was emptied.

Song Sanshun looked at his father on the bed and estimated that he would not die for a while, so he turned around and left with Chang An in his arms.

When Song Baqi saw his son leaving without saying a word, he couldn't help but become anxious and screamed loudly, basically asking Song Sanshun to pay back the 30 pieces of money.

Song Sanshun paid no attention and walked out of the door directly.

Old Zhao chased him out of the door, crying: "Sanshun, the doctor said that your father has to take medicine and acupuncture all the time. Look at our family like this, how can we get the money to treat him? Are you his biological father?" Son, you can’t really ignore it, right?”

Song Sanshun said coldly: "I have severed ties with him. He is now Song Jizu's biological father and has nothing to do with me. If you think you don't have money for medical treatment, you might as well sell the old house. If not, you still have several acres of farmland. , you always have a way."

When Old Zhao heard this, his lungs were about to explode. Hatred flashed in his eyes. He pointed at Chang'an and said, "What about the money Erxiao sent back? He is your father's son. You can't keep it all to yourself, right?"

Song Sanshun sneered: "My sister-in-law's money is enough to support your family. What? She also wants my brother's money to be yours too?"

"You!" Old Zhao was so angry that he wanted to rush forward and tear Song Sanshun's face to pieces.

But now her family is isolated and helpless, and it is not a good time to fall out with Song Sanshun.

Old Mrs. Zhao began to wipe her tears again, "Sanshun, if you want to hate me, then hate me, but don't ignore your father. He is so pitiful. He doesn't even want his own son when he is old. I beg you." Please."

She knelt down on the ground and wanted to hug Song Sanshun's thigh.

Song Sanshun took a few steps back, turned around and left.

Chang'an lay on his uncle's shoulder and whispered: "My cousin cursed me again and said that I would move my grandfather to live with us so that our family can seek medical treatment for him."

Song Sanshun said expressionlessly: "She has a beautiful idea!"

Changan nodded.

The uncle and nephew walked back and saw a child at the door of the yard looking furtively in from a distance.

"What are you doing here?" Song Sanshun asked with a frown.

Song Chengye was startled, turned around and saw his third uncle, and immediately said confidently: "I want to take Dahei back!"

Song Sanshun didn't say anything, turned around and took Dahei out and handed him over.

Dahei saw his little master running around happily and his tail was about to be broken off.

Song Chengye was also very happy, untied the rope and held Dahei in his arms.

Unexpectedly, when he wanted to take it away, Dahei refused to leave. He turned to look at Chang'an in the yard and ran back quickly.

"Dahei! Come out!" Song Chengye was very angry, but Dahei only looked at him from a distance and refused to come over.

"Dahei! If you don't come here, I won't let you go!" Song Chengye threatened.

Dahei blinked unmoved.

"Stupid dog!" Song Chengye was so angry that he ran into the yard to catch it, but Dahei quickly ran into the backyard and played hide and seek with his little master.

Song Chengye chased for a long time but could not catch Dahei, and finally he could only leave in anger.

After walking out of the yard, he couldn't help but look back.

The yard of the third uncle's house is really big. There is a large vegetable patch in the backyard. There are a lot of cabbages, radishes, and other vegetables planted in it. It makes him want to pull some back.

It would be nice if my family didn't break up with my third uncle's family. Maybe my third uncle would send me some food.

Song Chengye thought like this and returned home sadly.

But there is nothing at home now. If he hadn't brought back a few quilts from the county, he would probably have to sleep in a pile of straw at night.

Let's talk about Song Sanshun. After sending Chang'an home, he continued to dig wells with the villagers.

The well in the middle of the village was dug so deep that it didn't produce much water. Fortunately, the well on the other side of the farmland produced water, but it wasn't enough to irrigate all the fields.

However, since there is a well on the farmland, every family will wash their clothes there, and the well in the patriarch's home gradually returns to water, so the drinking water problem of the villagers in Songjia Village has been temporarily solved.

However, as the weather gets colder and colder, the leaves of the wild vegetables are disappearing one after another. They either wither and turn yellow or are picked up by the villagers.

Even the vegetable fields that do not lack water cannot grow vegetable seedlings, making the villagers who already have no food even worse.

Winter is about to come, and there is no longer anything to fill the stomach with in the wild. An invisible panic is spreading among the villagers.

Especially Song Jizu's family. A few months ago they were eating rice, bacon and eggs, but in the blink of an eye they had nothing.

The pigs raised at home were gone, the chickens were gone, and the several hanging bacon hanging on the beams were missing.

Now let alone eggs, I don’t even eat ordinary vegetables.