Mrs. Song was slapped in the face, and she knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she glanced at Song Yue viciously, turned around and left with a snort, so as not to be angry for a while, and then say something that made the old man unhappy, she was slapped in the face in public, how could she go out and gossip these days.

Old man Song saw that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, and his old face was a little unbearable, but he still greeted the village chief and the patriarch cheekily, but he didn't even say a word to Sanfang, and left with a group of children and grandchildren.

There is no excitement to see, and the villagers have all gone home, and if they don't sleep at this time, they won't be able to get up to work tomorrow if it is sunny.

The village chief and the patriarch were invited to sit in the house, and the two of them looked down on Song Sanshan, who was honest and capable, but he was a foolish and filial piety, and he never dared to speak up when he was bullied, otherwise he would not have lived like this.

"Sanshan, the third master was originally unwilling to take care of your family's affairs, but you Song Sanshan is also a descendant of the old Song family, your father's share is ruined, if your three rooms can't be supported, it will really be ...... in the future" The patriarch shook his head, glanced at the house with four walls, and asked, "What do you think?" Talking to the third master, if you really think about it, the third master can help you, and never look at jokes. ”

If it was in the past, the patriarch would never say such a thing, but now Sanfang has the spirit of resistance, mainly because Song Sanshan is no longer blindly shrinking, but let the patriarch see a little hope.

His brother didn't die early, but the eldest son is really not a thing, otherwise he would have been pulled out a long time ago, and now he still has some expectations for this cousin.

The village chief is also waiting for Song Sanshan to express his position, although they are brothers in Wufu, they are also an ancestor.

And if Song Sanshan doesn't stand up, the old mansion won't stop, for fear that something big will happen, and the whole village will be affected, and he, the village head, will not be better at that time.

"Third master, they are my father's mother, what can I do with them!" Song Sanshan scratched his head, and said again under the disappointed looks of the patriarch and the village chief: "When the family was separated, it was already made clear that when the three rooms were clean, there was no need to give pension money, and birth, old age, sickness and death had nothing to do with us." I am also the head of the family now, I have a wife and children to support, and in the future, except for the New Year's ceremony according to the rules of the village, I don't care about the rest anymore, I can't let my children be sold, or they beat them to death! ”

Song Sanshan said, his eyes turned red.

The dignified seven-foot man was chilled by the partiality of his parents, and his body was filled with a desolate smell.

When the patriarch and the village chief heard this, they both breathed a sigh of relief, and they were willing to see that the third room would not be destroyed.

"With your words, it's done, when your Dacheng brother comes back from the county, I'll ask him to help you keep an eye on it, and see if he can help you find a job to do, it's always such a short job, and it's not a head." The patriarch knocked on the cigarette pouch and said.

nestled in Song Yueyue's arms, Song Xingchen's eyes rolled, thinking that this uncle, who was working in the city, might be able to make friends in the future, with many friends and many roads.

As for letting Song Sanshan find a short-term job, before there is no other way out, it is okay, and he must first get through the current difficulties before he can plan for the future.

Because Song Xingchen is small, no one notices her expression, otherwise she will be suspicious of a little baby, where can she have such a rich demeanor.

"Sanshan, it's right that you can think so. Brother Chengzi can help you, that's the best, even if you can't help you, your family can use the time to help that side do day jobs every year, and life can be much better. Even if you don't want anything else, you should think about a few babies, Song Yang has already reached the age of marriage, he is the eldest son of your family, and there are still a few babies waiting for silver. The village chief rarely opened his mouth to say a long list.

"Hey, I know it, not anymore." Song Sanshan wiped a handful of tears and said firmly: "These years are enough, I can't let the babies help me repay their kindness." ”

"Bullshit!" The patriarch knocked heavily on the cigarette pouch pot, "Not to mention the hundred family meals you have snacked, all the money you earn when you grow up is given to your father, that is, after your daughter-in-law enters the door, everyone lets the two of you wait, the two babies you don't have, and the crescent baby...... What else do you feel indebted? Sanshan, if you still have such thoughts, you can simply go back there and be a slave by yourself, so that their mothers can have a good life for a few days. ”

After the patriarch finished speaking, he got up and left.

Seeing this, the village chief also got up and followed, and had to personally send the patriarch home.

was pushed by Song Lu's family, Song Sanshan also hurriedly followed, and promised not to be confused in the future, and Ming'er went to the town to find a job to do Yunyun.

After a day of tossing, the whole family was tired, so they rested early.

The next day, Song Lu had just cooked breakfast, which was actually a pot of corn paste, and the daughter-in-law of the village chief's family came to the door.

"Her aunt, why are you free today?" Song Lu wiped his hands on his apron, and then stepped forward to greet him.

"Send some food to your star, go back to my little ancestor and go home, knowing that her best little sister is injured, I didn't come to take a look at it, maybe I want to play it again." handed the basket to Song Lu's, Song Qiao's patted his sleeve and said, "Just go back and send the basket back to me, I'm still steaming at home, so I'll go back." ”

"What's going on, her aunt waits for me." Song Lu carried the basket and wanted to chase people.

It was Song Yue who grabbed Song Lu's and watched Song Qiao's walk away, before she lifted the covered flower cloth and looked at it.

"You girl, how can you pull your mother." Song Lu's displeased lesson to his daughter.

"My little sister is weak, just make up for her, and when our family's life eases up, my mother will send something to the village chief's house." Song Yue said this, but she also knew that she wanted to return the gift, maybe when. After thinking for a while, he said: "Go back and go with the wood to collect firewood, send two picks to the village chief's house, and then give them a few days of pigweed." ”

Seeing that her daughter was so sensible, Song Lu's eyes were red, this was all forced out by the poor family.

"Okay, mother, I'll steam a chicken cake for your little sister, these millets will make porridge for her to eat, and it's enough to eat for a while." When Song Lu turned around, he raised his sleeve and wiped away his tears.

Song Sanshan, who was weaving straw shoes in the yard early in the morning, saw this scene as well, and his heart was also very sour, but the movements of his subordinates were faster.

If you make up a few pairs more, you can also exchange them for a few pennies, and you can buy a few pieces of candy for your child to eat.

The last time I bought candy, it seems to be two or three years ago, and the food at home is almost gone, and I have to buy some new cotton in winter......

Don't look at Song Sanshan as a big man, but Song Lu always talks about these things, and he remembers them clearly.

After a few more days at home, Song Xingchen's body has also improved a lot, and it is no problem to go to the ground or anything, and he helps dry mushrooms in the yard, and he doesn't have to be moldy.

"In a few days, it will be the day of the market, I really hope these mushrooms can be exchanged for silver." Song Xingchen let out a long sigh, and his subordinates repeated the action of cleaning up the mushrooms.

Although there was no shortage of mushrooms in ancient times, the mushrooms in the mountains did not taste the same as those in the woods.

Moreover, there are many wild beasts in the mountains, even in those larger forests, there are no longer a few wild wolves, so there are not too many people who pick mushrooms to sell.

What's more, there are not mountains everywhere, so Song Xingchen is very sure that these mushrooms can be sold, but he still has to think about how much they will sell.

"It should be able to be sold, it's a big deal, it's cheaper, our mushrooms like this can be sold for dozens of dollars." Song March whispered on the side.

Since being sold once, Song March's courage has become very small, and he hides in the house when he sees outsiders, obviously having a psychological disorder.

"Third sister, the injury on my head is also healed, wait for the second sister to get the mushrooms they picked back at noon, let's go dig wild vegetables, there are no vegetables to eat in the past two days, and my mouth has no taste." Song Xingchen looked at Song Yueyue with a look of anticipation, not wanting her to shrink all the time.

Hearing this, Song March frowned, and nodded after a long time, but her mouth was tightly pursed, which showed that she didn't want to go out.

It's just that the children of the farmer, digging wild vegetables in this season is the most common, especially the vegetable garden at home has only one point, and can only grow radish and cabbage with stubble, except for pickled pickles that are sauerkraut, or dried vegetables, all prepared for winter.

Song Xingchen pretended not to see it, and secretly thought in his heart: You must find a way to make money, otherwise this family will have no confidence to go out, usually hungry and have no strength, and there is no hope for life.