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Wu picked up Chang'an and asked, "I don't know your mother's address, so I can't send a letter?"

Changan wrinkled his little nose and frowned.

In fact, she had no impression of her mother-in-law. If others hadn't kept telling her that her mother-in-law was working outside, she would have thought that her aunt was her biological mother and her uncle was her biological father.

So when she heard that her little cousin was pretending to be her grandma's daughter, she didn't feel anything special, except that she was delusional.

But now that the little cousin really pretended to be herself and left, Chang An was a little panicked, worried that she would hurt A Niang.

"Auntie, let me tell you something." Chang'an whispered: "My little cousin must have gone to the capital to find my mother-in-law. She said she wanted to take my place as my father's daughter."

Wu was shocked: "Did she really say that?"

"Yeah!" Chang'an nodded: "So I'm going to send a letter to my mother-in-law to tell her not to be fooled."

Wu's expression was serious: "Auntie knows. When your uncle comes back, I will tell him."

A few days later, Song Sanshun and the villagers who worked as laborers finally returned.

It was almost October, the temperature dropped sharply, there was frost in the morning and evening, and many villagers got sick from the cold.

Wu quickly boiled water to wash her husband's hair and bathe, and then informed him of Chang'an's words.

Song Sanshun frowned, thought for a moment while holding the hot porridge, and said, "I'll go over there later and ask, what do they mean?"

"It's time to ask. I heard someone said that your father is moaning at home all day long, and Mrs. Zhao doesn't bother much. It seems that even the medicine is gone." Mrs. Wu added some firewood to the stove and got up to prepare. Bath bucket.

Song Sanshun frowned even more when he heard this.

Although he is no longer related to his biological father, he is still the same flesh and blood, and this cannot be erased. Knowing that his biological father might have been abused by that family, Song Sanshun still felt a little worried.

After eating, he washed his hair and took a bath. Song Sanshun put on clean clothes and went out.

Chang'an wanted to follow, but he wouldn't let him go. In the end, Wu went to the new house with him.

It happened that the door of the Song family was open, so Song Sanshun and his wife walked in directly.

The wails of his biological father, Song Baqi, were heard in the wing, as well as Song Jizu's insults: "Why don't you die, you old guy? You lie in bed all day long, asking for food and drink. Where do you get the face?"

Then there was the crackling sound of a slap hitting the flesh, accompanied by Song Baqi's vague begging for mercy: "It hurts, don't hit me, don't hit me, ouch."

Song Sanshun rushed into the side room in a few steps and saw old Zhao and Song Baqi in the room. His biological father was dragged to the ground by them and was wailing weakly.

Song Jizu was slapping Old Song Baqi on the face one after another. He was so angry that he kicked him twice more.

"What are you doing?" Song Sanshun was angry. He rushed up and pushed Song Jizu away: "You actually abused him, are you still a human being?"

Mrs. Zhao was startled when she saw Song Sanshun suddenly barging in. She didn't care to protect her son and quickly explained: "When did we abuse him?"

Song Sanshun was shaking with anger and pointed at Song Baqi who was lying on the ground: "You said you didn't abuse him. Who hit him just now?"

Panic flashed in Old Zhao's eyes, and she defended: "He wet the kang. We were about to change his mattress, but he refused to change it. He struggled hard and fell off the kang."

Song Jizu also reacted and yelled at Song Sanshun: "You want to take care of my family's affairs? Get out of here! You have nothing to do with me! Why are you pretending to be kind now? If you can, take him back and raise him." Bar!"

Song Sanshun glanced at the thin old man lying on the ground and sneered: "Your family's affairs really have nothing to do with me, but if you use Song Xiyue to pretend to be Chang'an, it has none of my business!"

Old Mrs. Zhao was shocked, turned to look outside the house, and saw only Wu standing at the door. She felt relieved: "What are you talking nonsense about? Why is Xiyue pretending to be Chang'an? My Xiyue was taken to the county by her aunt, what does it have to do with Chang'an?" "

Song Sanshun ignored her and lifted off the wet tattered quilt on the kang. A stench hit him, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.

I saw a straw mat spread under the quilt, and a tattered mattress on the straw mat covered with filth.

Looking at my biological father again, his skinny lower body was bare, and his upper body was only wearing a wrinkled dirty robe. His whole body was covered with dirt. His messy gray hair was half draped over his face. His cheeks were so thin that they were sunken. He was almost the same as he was a month ago. The strong appearance is completely different from the two.

In particular, there were bruises on his face, arms, and legs, varying in depth. It was obvious that he had been beaten frequently.

Song Sanshun couldn't express his feelings when he saw him in such a state.

There is heartache, there is anger, and there is anger that cannot be fought.

Song Baqi was still in a clear mind. Looking at his third son, his eyes filled with tears, and he shouted vaguely: "Sanshun, Sanshun, daddy is hungry."

Song Sanshun took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "They won't give you food?"

Song Baqi shrank and looked at Old Zhao and Song Jizu with a frightened expression. He did not answer, but said vaguely: "Hungry, I'm hungry, Sanshun."

Song Sanshun stepped forward and pulled off the dirty mattress on the kang, spread the quilt, and bent down to carry Song Baqi onto the kang.

Song Baqi's whole body was cold, and his legs were as thin as a hemp pole. When he got on the kang, he pulled the quilt and wrapped himself in it. His eyes were still looking at Song Sanshun, all pleading.

Song Sanshun turned around and said to old Zhao, "He's hungry."

"Why is he hungry? I just fed him, don't believe his nonsense." Mrs. Zhao wrote lightly: "Sanshun, please come back if you have nothing to do. It is also illegal to break into private houses."

Song Sanshun sneered, turned and walked out: "Okay! I will go to the inspection department right now. If they know that your family is abusing the elderly, is it also a violation of the law?"

"Which of your eyes have seen me abusing people?" Song Jizu's face showed his ruthless face. He pointed at Song Sanshun and said: "I feed him, drink him, and treat him. You, an outsider, have done nothing. Mind your own business?"

Song Sanshun waved his finger away and punched him directly.

In his rage, he was so strong that he knocked Song Jizu to the ground.

Old Mrs. Zhao screamed in fright and quickly went to help her son.

Song Jizu spat out two of his teeth and felt that half of his cheeks were numb.

"How dare you hit someone?" Xiao Zhao came running after hearing the sound, but she didn't dare to fight Song Sanshun, so she just yelled angrily.

"I'm beating you ungrateful people!" Song Sanshun pointed at the Zhao family with stern eyes: "Listen to me! If there is anything wrong with my father, I want your whole family to be buried with him!"

After that, he took his wife and walked out of Song's house.

After stepping out of the door, Song Sanshun turned back and glanced at the wing again, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

My own father has suffered the consequences, and I don’t know if he regrets what he did to his children and grandchildren.

When he got home, Song Sanshun was depressed, and his father's miserable appearance kept lingering in his mind.

Chang'an threw himself into his third uncle's arms, put his arms around his neck and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Song Sanshun hugged his little niece and said softly: "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

"Feeling uncomfortable?" Chang'an suddenly became nervous, thinking that his uncle was sick, and quickly checked the bead string he gave him.

Fortunately, the bead string was worn by Song Sanshun around his neck, and the small beads inside flickered, only reducing a little.

Chang'an felt relieved, patted his uncle's chest and said, "Don't worry, uncle, Xiao Zhuzhu will cure your illness."