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"From now on in Chang'an, I will stay at home and be taken care of by your mother." Song Baqi said to his old wife, "Bring her over."

Mrs. Zhao quickly stood up and was about to hug Chang'an.

Chang'an was frightened and grabbed her aunt's clothes tightly, crying loudly: "No, I don't want milk! I want aunt!"

Mrs. Wu was not worried about leaving Chang'an to her stepmother-in-law, and turned around to avoid Mrs. Zhao's touch: "Chang'an has been with me since she was a child, and I will still take care of her in the future."

Song Sanshun also stepped forward and stopped in front of his stepmother: "Chang'an is my brother's child. She will be raised by me from now on."

Old Mrs. Zhao sneered: "What's the matter? Do you think that an old woman like me can't take care of a three-year-old baby?"

"Chang'an is used to us, so we should take the lead." Song Sanshun refused to give in this time.

He knew that as long as Chang'an fell into the hands of his stepmother and his family, there would definitely be no relief.

As long as his brother and sister-in-law didn't come back for a day, he couldn't just hand over Chang'an to others.

"You traitor! What do you mean?" Song Baqi had something in his heart and was worried that his son would find out. He couldn't help but get angry, pointed at Sanshun and cursed: "Chang'an is my granddaughter, do you doubt that we will harm her?"

Sanshun remained silent.

"Okay, okay!" Song Baqi pointed at his son and scolded: "You want to use Chang'an to take advantage of me? Go ahead and dream! Take it with you if you want, don't even think about getting a penny from me!"

Song Sanshun raised his eyes to look at his father, only to realize that the man in front of him was so unfamiliar.

"Don't worry, dad. Even though my son is incompetent, he still has enough food for his niece. However, Chang'an's mother has brought a lot of clothes. My son only asks dad to bring a few clothes and shoes from Chang'an."

He had said it tactfully, but Old Man Song still jumped up: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did Mrs. Jiang come back with something?"

The patriarch couldn't stand it anymore and coughed heavily: "Baqi! Who brought two bags yesterday?"

Old Man Song's old face suddenly turned purple, and he was speechless for a moment, so he had to sit down bitterly.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly smoothed things over: "His uncle, in fact, it was my nephew who sent me the stuff yesterday, and it was not the Jiang family."

Seeing the patriarch's face sinking, he quickly added: "However, Mrs. Jiang did bring some old clothes, but they were a bit too big for Chang'an to wear, so I kept them for the time being. When she grows up, I will wear them all." Now that Sanshun has spoken, Chengye, mother, hurry up and get it."

The old woman winked at her daughter-in-law, Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao understood and immediately went back to the house to get some clothes.

She rummaged through the cabinets and found some of the shabbiest clothes and pants, wrapped them in a piece of linen cloth, took them out, and handed them to Wu: "Here, they are all here."

Wu didn't refuse and took the small bag and held it in her hand.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back, Mrs. Zhao said again: "Sanshun, although we have separated, you can't let go of the fields at home. When it's time to plant in spring and harvest in summer, you have to come back when you should be busy. After all, your father is still here." here I am.

Also, since we have separated and lived separately, we must not forget the annual filial piety. Forget it, I am a stepmother. I don’t expect anything from you, but your father is still here. His bones are broken but his tendons are still connected. Don’t let outsiders say that. Mouth. "

Song Sanshun glanced at his father and nodded: "A son will never lack his father's filial piety."

The patriarch said: "It is customary to provide for old age. Sanshun gives Baqi one stone of millet and one piece of coarse cloth every year." This is a figure shared equally among the three sons.

Mrs. Zhao was dissatisfied, but she was afraid that the patriarch would not agree to the separation in anger, so she had to hold back.

Song Sanshun bowed to the patriarch and said, "Uncle, fellow villagers, I want to thank you very much today. Come to my house for a light meal this afternoon."

Just as the clan leader was about to agree, Mrs. Zhao quickly said: "Sanshun, please stop working. His uncle is staying at our house today."

Then he added disdainfully: "You have to prepare a table no matter what. What can your family come up with to entertain people?"

Sanshun ignored his stepmother's annoyance and invited two good villagers to move five buckets of wheat and five buckets of rice back to his old house.

Chang'an kept hugging his aunt's neck tightly until he left the new house, and then gradually relaxed.

She looked at her aunt's bruised face, placed her little hand on the bulge on her forehead, and said to herself: "Xiao Zhuzhu, let aunt get better soon."

The sapling in the palm of my hand flickered, and a leaf disappeared.

Chang'an blinked, and seemed to see the leaf turn into light and penetrate into his aunt's forehead.

Wu seemed to be aware of it and raised a hand to touch her forehead.

Huh? The swelling seems to have gone down.

She didn't take it seriously and touched Chang'an's little face.

There is still a little bruise under the child's eyes. Although it has faded a lot, it is still very obvious on the delicate little face.

Changan smiled proudly.

Xiaozhuzhu is really powerful and has already cured all the bruises on her aunt's face.

I went back and tried it on Aunt Qian's dog Dan'er. He kept coughing and hadn't played with me for several days.

Back at the old house, Mrs. Wu began to pack up the pheasant and prepare dinner for the helpers.

Chang'an and Huahua ran to the house next door.

Aunt Qian and his wife were not here at this time, and there were only two people in the room, Sister Qiaoer and Goudan.

Seven-year-old Goudan was lying on the kang, coughing non-stop, and his eyes were sunken and thin.

This was an old problem for him. Aunt Qian and his wife had taken him to see many doctors, but they never got better, so they simply let him go.

The lives of children in the countryside are like grass, and many of them die because of an illness.

Those who can resist it will have better health in the future, but those who cannot resist it will be gone forever.

"G-Brother Goudan."

Chang'an ran to the kang, stood on tiptoes to look at him, and then looked at Sister Qiao'er who was sitting next to her wearing straw beads.

When Goudan was not sick before, he often took her to play, and he would share half of the delicious food with her, so Changan was particularly close to him.

"Chang'an. Cough cough cough cough." Goudan turned sideways and smiled at her.

He was very weak and had no strength to get off the bed.

Chang'an stood on tiptoe, put his little hand on Goudan's forehead, and said in his heart: Xiao Zhuzhu, please let brother Goudan get better quickly, I want to play with him.

But the little sprout in the palm of my hand didn't glow.

Chang'an was confused and said it again in his mind, but the result was still unclear.

Looking at Brother Goudan who looked haggard, Changan felt a little sad.

Why didn't Xiao Zhuzhu listen to her?

I walked up to Sister Qiaoer dejectedly and watched her pierce a grass bead with a needle.

Qiaoer glanced at her and asked in a low voice: "Do you want it?"

Changan nodded.

Qiaoer took a string of straw beads and tied them on her wrist: "Doesn't it look good?"

Changan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Good, good-looking!"

"I'll take you to pick it later." Qiao'er said while threading the needle: "I know that place, don't tell Cuihua and the others."

Chang'an: "No, don't tell."

Qiao'er packed up her needlework and straw beads, took Chang'an and walked out.

Chang'an glanced at Goudan who was still lying on the kang, and decided to wait until she dreamed about the little goldfish again to ask them why Goudan couldn't be treated.

Nine-year-old Qiao'er, wearing a patchwork floral red jacket, shrank her neck when the wind blew, and talked to little Chang'an: "My parents said that my brother is useless, so let me keep an eye on him at home." , so let’s go back as soon as we find Cao Zhuzi.”

Changan's eyes widened and he looked at Sister Qiaoer in confusion.

She didn't understand what it meant to be useless, but she subconsciously felt that it was definitely not a good word.