Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he quietly left through the back door, where the village chief and his two sons were already waiting at the entrance of the village, and then came to the depths of the woods again. Originally, the night was a very dangerous time, I don't know what happened, a few people didn't even see an animal, and they were puzzled, but they neatly moved the wild boar that Song Ruan Ruan had hidden onto the cart.

"Ruan girl, this tomorrow is the day of the market, can you go, if you can trust my two boys, how about letting them both go to the market on your behalf?" The village chief asked.

Song Ruan Ruan understood that the village chief was thinking about her, thought about it and nodded, "Then it's troublesome for Cousin Ming and Cousin Liang, my mother is still lying in bed now, I really don't feel at ease." ”

"Uncle Village Chief, I want to split up!" After a pause, Song Ruan Ruan continued.

The three village chiefs all stopped and looked at Song Ruan Ruan in surprise, while the latter's face was calm and said lightly: "Today, my mother was beaten by my milk again, and now she is still in a coma, I don't want to live like this again." Speaking of the latter part, his tone was a little choked.

The three village chiefs now understood, but they were a little embarrassed: "But there are no men in your room, even if you divide it, you can only set up a female household, although you don't need to recruit soldiers and don't need to send people, but the taxes are enough for you to drink a pot, you orphans and widows have no one to rely on, and life is still sad." Song Cunming said earnestly.

Mentioning the separation of the family is not a whim of Song Ruanruan, even if the task is aside, for the sake of his future life, the separation is inevitable.

"I understand, I've thought it through, I just hope that the village chief and uncle can stand on our mother and daughter's side at that time." Song Ruan Ruan looked at the village chief and said in a firm tone.

The village chief pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you, if there is anything difficult, just come to me." ”

Song Ruan Ruan and the village chief walked to the entrance of the village, and the Song Cunming brothers were worried that the wild boar would be discovered, so they had already secretly returned home through the back door.

"You black-hearted old woman, this is my son, why are you robbing me." A long, shrill sound cut through the silence of the night, and even the sound of the old man stumbling and crying could be heard inside.

Song Ruan Ruan and the village chief glanced at each other, and the direction in which the voice came from was the family next door to the village chief. Widow Chen lost her father at an early age and lost her son in middle age, not long after the birth of her little grandson, her daughter-in-law ran away with someone else, I heard that she was married to a widower, but the two of them were married for five or six years without a son and a half daughter, and finally knew that it was the man's problem, so the couple moved the idea of Widow Chen's little grandson, Widow Chen disagreed, so the former daughter-in-law brought people to the house every day to make trouble, and today happened to be met by Song Ruan Ruan and Ruan.

In this case, the village chief naturally wanted to go to see what the situation was, and Song Ruan Ruan also followed silently.

"This is my son's only seedling, I can't say anything that will make you take him to recognize the thief as his father, don't you know how my son died?" Widow Chen was hoarse and asked sharply, and the old hand held the little grandson tightly in her arms, only to see that the boy was six or seven years old, no matter how noisy the outside world was, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him, and his face was calm.

Miao Cuicui's heart was weak when she was asked, and she said inwardly: "What are you talking nonsense about a dead old woman, who doesn't know that your son died on that slut's bed while I was pregnant, and you still want to rely on me?" The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and his voice was unconsciously raised.