Bai Sanshu pushed Bai Liu's away, knelt down in front of Mrs. Bai, and choked up: "Mother, my son has not been in your eyes since he was a child, and my son knows it." Over the years, my son has added more to the family, and he didn't ask for anything when he split up. If the mother really can't see her son alive, the son will be killed head-on, just ask the mother not to embarrass their mother in the future, the son begs the mother! ”

In the scolding of Mrs. Bai, Bai Sanshu's mind was full of the town's affairs, which also made him more determined to protect his wife and children, and he could no longer be fooled like a fool, but only his Bai Sanshu's wife and children were the ones who suffered and suffered in return.

Although Bai Sanshu's leg is crippled, his voice is very loud.

A big man was forced to cry by the word filial piety, and he just wanted to die to obey the anger of the old lady and save his wife and children, and many people who listened to it felt sad.

"Okay, then you're going to die! You, an unfilial son, can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the old lady when you die. The old lady said viciously, not thinking about the love between mother and son.

The village chief had something to announce, so he naturally came early and had already stood outside to watch for a while.

Seeing that Mrs. Bai really let Bai Sanshu die, she immediately shouted, "Who dares to force my descendants of the Bai family to death?" ”

The village chief strode into the courtyard, his face darkened with anger.

But Mrs. Bai's seniority is a little higher, and the village chief is not easy to scold directly, so he pointed at Bai Sanshu and scolded: "Third child, you are not angry, your life is given by your father, and what flows in your bones is also the blood of the Bai family!" If anyone relies on the old man to force you to die, the old Bai clan is not a decoration, such a ruthless woman will continue to harm the descendants of the Bai family after taking a break! ”

Old Mrs. Bai's body stiffened, she was already a person buried in her neck, where can she go back to her mother's house after being divorced?

"The third child is my son, I want him to die, no one can control it!" Mrs. Bai relied on her sons to go out, and she usually didn't let people in the village, so she naturally wouldn't speak softly.

The village chief narrowed his eyes and yelled angrily: "Call you an aunt, that's for the sake of my deceased fifth uncle." If you want to force the third child to death, if you don't say that my fifth uncle and Jiuquan should not be, the Bai clan can't agree! Besides, I, the village chief, didn't do it for nothing, if you really dare to force the third child to death, I dare to report to the official, and see what the yamen does with you, a vicious ......."

Because of his relatives, the village chief did not finish his words, but he also made his position clear.

There is a common ancestral hall in the village, and a respected elder is selected from each surname to be the clan elder, and once there is a friction and dispute, and the village chief is inconvenient to come forward, these clan elders will deal with it.

However, after all, there are not many ancestral halls, and there are few cases of divorce in farmers.

Moreover, even if a man in a family wants to divorce his mother-in-law, as long as the woman is not the sufferer, the woman's family will not make trouble, and the clan will not care.

When Mrs. Bai heard that she was going to prison for forcing her son to death, she wilted.

"Third child, deal with your injury quickly, what can you do if you have a cold." The village chief was also reluctant to deal with other people's housework, thinking about it for a while, he hurriedly said a word to Bai Sanshu.

Bai Ling had already observed Bai Sanshu's injury, but because it was only a flesh injury, he didn't rush to deal with it.

Don't let the villagers see Bai Sanshu's injury, and the old house has to continue to make trouble, even if Bai Sanshu himself doesn't hurt, he can't be ruthless.

"Third sister, you go into the house and find a clean cloth. Mother, you wash your father's wounds with water, and I'll get medicine. Bai Ling explained in a loud voice, and hurriedly went to the medicine basket to find the newly dug up thorn vegetables today.

Although the villagers were standing outside, their eyes were good, and they still saw Bai Ling come out with a handful of thorn vegetables.

Villagers raise pigs, and they often cut prickly vegetables and come back to feed the pigs, so as to save some rice bran or something.

After all, in the years of famine, rice bran can also satisfy hunger, and many people with poor conditions eat thick noodles with rice bran.

"The two girls in the third room won't be stupid, right? Why do you still take hogweed as medicine for her father? Someone questioned.

"Maybe, this girl has endured hardships a lot, she was divorced again, and she was locked up by a big family in the town, so she probably has a problem with her brain."

"Hey, the third room is also pitiful."

Bai Ling heard what the people outside were saying, which also gave her a chance to bring the topic into the conversation.

Bai Ling washed the spiny vegetables with spiritual spring water, mashed them and applied them to Bai Sanshu's wounds, and Bai Wei immediately stepped forward to wrap them.

"Uncle the village chief, this prickly vegetable is also a medicinal herb, the pharmacy says it is called a small thistle, and the sun-dried sanwen is a pound, and the effect of mashing it to stop bleeding is very good." When Bai Ling helped to bandage, he didn't forget to say a word loudly to the village chief.

Not to mention the matter of picking herbs, if the people in the old mansion leave, her plan will not be successful.

The village chief looked at the grass that fed the pigs in surprise, and asked a few more about the herbs, and determined that several herbs were known to the people in the village, and he couldn't help but feel very painful.

How much silver does a pig sell?

But the grass fed to the pigs is probably more than the silver of a pig in a year.

"Folks, I have something good to tell you about when I call the big guy here today." The village chief cleared his throat and shouted to the villagers outside the courtyard: "Bai Sanshu's family found out that the spiny vegetables, psyllium, and honeysuckle flowers we fed the pigs were all medicinal materials that could be sold for money, so they went to me and said that they wanted everyone in our village to earn some silver." ”

"What? Can those hogweed be sold for silver, or herbs? ”

"It's not ridiculous, is it? What kind of honeysuckle flowers, my girl always makes garlands, and there is no less harm. ”

There were quite a few women in the crowd talking, obviously not convinced.

After the big guy talked for a while, and the topic began to deviate, the village chief shouted again: "If you don't want to add some input to the family, let me go back with a slip." If you want to make some money on oil and salt, shut your mouth and listen to me. ”

The village chief's words made the voices outside the courtyard disappear.

Bai Ling pulled his younger brothers and sisters to stand back, taking advantage of this effort, and whispered something.

Old Mrs. Bai originally wanted to wait until everyone was gone, and then find a place from Bai Sanshu, but when she heard such words, she threw the knife at Sanfang without money, as if Sanfang had given all their money to outsiders.

“…… Here's the thing, whether you want to make this money or not, don't leak the news, or you will wait to use the silver to make up for the losses of our villagers. In addition, Sanshu announced the news because he was thinking about the villagers, and he also remembered that everyone had helped Sanshu, so everyone couldn't take advantage of it, and they talked nonsense behind their backs. ”

"What ability does the Sanshu family have in the future, that is also their ability, if anyone dares to be a moth and force others to ask for a recipe or something, don't blame me for being the village chief, you are welcome, our Qianshan Village can accommodate people who have to know gratitude!" The village chief said a bunch of words in a row, and his throat smoked.

Bai Ling had the foresight to bring a bowl of water, and the village chief nodded approvingly.

After listening to the village chief's words, the old lady Bai immediately blew up the temple, glanced at Bai Sanshu fiercely, and shouted at the village chief: "Village chief, it's not authentic for you to do this, my family Sanshu is honest, you can't take the lead in bullying him!" If we have something to make money, we can be busy with our own family, where can we use the help of the people in the village? Everyone disperses, what the village chief said doesn't count, we are busy with the herbs ourselves, and we don't need everyone's help. ”