Song Fusheng thought about it, and then told his daughter that he was going to open this topic today.

And through the mouths of the people, who were talking nonsense, told him that there was this almscar.

If he doesn't admit it when asked, he wants to sue when he has the evidence.

He must get back what he deserves, and he will live.

Song Fusheng laughed while pushing the cart, he said that the complaint is good, the more lively the lawsuit, the more it can fill the city.

The best chain of evidence is related to the eldest son of Ren Lizheng's backer, and the bigger the official who pulls out, the more excited the people are.

In the first instance, he must go to Nursery Rhyme Town, which is Ren Lizheng's related household, and basically lost the lawsuit.

After losing the case, he had to appeal to the Fengtian City Government for the second instance.

But there is a problem here, if he sues, if he is not a showman, he needs to be punished by thirty boards first.

When Song Fuling heard this, she was startled: "Dad, forget it, this doesn't mean self-harm." ”

"Yes, only to find the old Xiucai patriarch who is the second-in-command in the village, if he dares to appeal on our behalf, we will take the road of suing.

You must know that your father and I are only refugees, but in the same way, I also represent the thousands of refugees who have been accepted by King Yan. I'm not alone, I'm greedy for food, so are they.

Therefore, if you sue someone, you must press him to death, and sue him to the sake that the prince can't want to know, and you can't let him live. Otherwise, he'll have to kill us if he's out of breath. ”

Song Poria added:

"So Dad, don't worry, we have to let him be greedy for a few more months, the more greedy he is, the heavier the punishment.

In addition, whether it can be done or not, that old showman is also the key.

If that old showman really hates Ren Lizheng, maybe he is looking for an opportunity to hit with one blow, and he is probably the same as us, afraid that he will be harmed if he does not die.

Maybe that old Xiucai doesn't hate Ren Lizheng, he is older, he has seen it through, and he has no heart to fight. ”

Song Fusheng shook his head: "Girl, you don't understand this, man, how old you are, you are also an official fan." It's okay to retire normally, but I was robbed of my official position in such a shame, heh. ”

……

Renjia Village.

Riverside.

"Yo, tsk, how much grain did you buy and spend a lot of silver, right?" Mrs. Ma said to the fat girls who had stared.

Another man in his twenties smiled at everyone: "It has been rumored that we are taking advantage of the money to escape from the famine in Fengtian City, and sure enough." ”

A few people nearby who watched the excitement nodded, they looked at the pile full of trolleys to help calculate, two passed at noon, and now there are so many units, there is indeed silver.

There are also two women singing and harmonizing, I guess ah, those broken grass houses in our village are about to be ripped off to build brick houses, we are not envious, and we have never begged for famine.

Everyone laughed.

The boys' faces turned red with anger.

The high butcher went back one by one, not buying grain, eating and drinking. Come, let me calculate for you how many of us there are, which is enough to eat for half a month, and your family is rich for half a month? Don't buy grain, drink the northwest wind?

Gao Tietou and his father replied together.

But the young man, the temperament wins, and when he talks about it, he becomes: Shao Teniang said sour words, you have not escaped the famine, it is to thank you for the right place where your dog pee moss grows, if you are poor, you are indeed not as good as us, and you have to be inferior to pigs and dogs.

"You newcomers dare to curse?"

"Who are you scolding? You little. Dare to scold us from Renjia Village for cutting him for me. ”

almost tore it up, when Song Lingling almost crossed the bridge and hurried back to organize people:

"Shut up."

"Shut up!"

Lao Xiucai Ren Eugene, that is, the patriarch of Renjia Village, walked over on crutches.

The old man's temples were white, and he looked lean, but his eyes were very clear.

Another one who shouted was Ren Zijiu, Ren Lizheng's second son. His father is not there, he counts, and the people in the village are used to it.

Song Fusheng hurriedly saluted in the direction of Lao Xiucai.

Lao Xiucai glanced at Ren Zijiu, since someone came out, he didn't have much to do, alas.

Pretending not to see Song Fusheng saluting him, he was about to turn around and leave, when the high butcher suddenly asked everyone loudly:

"Lizheng, I want to find Lizheng, just half a month's food, how can I be so sour by you. Thanks to hearing that there is relief food, we can survive for a month. ”

"Relief food?"

"They have relief food?"

After a while, many people in the village were surprised to hear that the government had also given food.

"What relief food," Ren Zijiu's face changed, these people are quite well-informed, which is too unexpected.

"I'll ask you, Lizheng, who are you?"

"My dad went to visit relatives, and I am his second son."

"How can you go to relatives, didn't the official ask Li Zheng to register us last night? Are you still driving ox carts, mule carts, and many bicycle carts out of the village? ”

The villagers were stunned.

Yes, Ren Zihao took several long-term workers from his family, and Ren Lizheng also took people, and they left early in the morning, and they saw it, and they drove away the ox cart and mule cart.

But this group is not in the village, how do they know?

Ren Zijiu's throat moved: "What do you want to say." ”

"I want to say that after we have registered our accounts, can Li Zheng help us get relief food? These people, more than 200 people together, are not allowed to give tens of thousands of catties in a month, and it is said that they can get back tens of thousands of catties for several months. ”

How many, tens of thousands of catties? How many months for nothing? How much grain does that get?

The people in the village were in three circles and three circles outside, and there were people who didn't like to watch the excitement before, didn't they get out of the quarrel, as soon as they heard this, they all looked at Ren Zijiu.

"Nonsense, what tens of thousands of catties, it's just a few thousand catties! No, it's my dad who brought some things to relatives and help you get a household registration by the way. If you ask Shili Eight Villages, there are a few Lizheng like my father, and they don't forget your household registration when they go to relatives. ”

"What about our relief food?"

"Where the hell did you hear that, scattered and scattered, I don't know the bullshit relief food, everything will wait for my father's family to come. Are you going to disperse? Why, one by one, they are going to make trouble! ”

The high butcher had a feeling at this moment, his family was blessed and godly. What would these people say, Ren Li left with the cattle cart, including Ren Li was not in the village at all, and his son was annoyed and panicked when he was asked, he could guess it.

The cow shopkeeper finally tasted it: Uncle, is it that we have given people relief food, and this one is going out, just to receive our food? Is it possible that you won't give it to you after receiving it?

Lao Xiucai was in the crowd and caught Song Fusheng's sarcastic smile on his lips, his eyes flashed, and then he left with his hands behind his back.

……

"Uncle, uncle." Qian Mishou heard many people talking outside, and suddenly became lively, Ma Yu threw the quilt on his body, and trotted out all the way.

"Hungry in the morning, aren't you? Just drink some thin soup. ”

Song Fusheng picked up Mi Shou, Song Lingling also took Mi Shou's little hand, it was quite hot, and looked around for her mother's figure.

Qian Mishou said: "Why did you come back, I couldn't help it, and I ate all the chicken." ”

"W-What kind of meat?" Song Fuling's eyes widened, where did she come from, how could it be better than what she ate.

Grandpa Song smiled and told the people who came back, saying that we were lucky, and we cut down a tree and got to the pheasant's nest. In the morning, the hungry belly gurgled, and Sizhuang was sent back.

Tian Xifa kept keeping his hands in his hands, and added with a smile: "Si Zhuang is too powerful, the pheasant flies very high, Si Zhuang flies higher than it, and he will be strangled to death by holding it down." ”