The thunder roared, and there was no sound in the mountain village except for the occasional barking of dogs, and every household was locked in the door, waiting for the rain to pass and the sky would clear.

In a small dilapidated courtyard at the head of the village, three crumbling adobe houses seemed to be washed down by heavy rain at any moment, and many of the thatch pressed on the roofs were blown away by the strong wind and became open-air.

In the house, a large family was crowded in the main house, and the three children were busy collecting and pouring water, which was a job that they had been used to for a long time, and there was no expression on their faces.

The honest and honest father Song Sanshan was snorting dry smoke in the bar, with a sad look on his face.

When the farmer's man has nothing to do, he always likes to come and take a few sips and plant some dry tobacco on the edge of his vegetable garden, but he doesn't need money to buy it.

After a while, Song Lu entered the house with a bowl of hot millet porridge, the hat that should have been worn on the top of his head was used to protect this bowl of porridge, and his long hair was wet and sticking to his face.

"Old girl, come and drink millet porridge, my mother has been cooking for a long time, this time I will not pull my throat." Song Lu came to Song Xingxing with a porridge bowl, to be precise, Song Xingchen's side, and helped Song Xingchen get up with one hand.

Looking at the poor millet porridge in the bowl, Song Xingchen's eyes were red.

Miss her Song Xingchen, a graduate of Agricultural University, ready to return to his hometown to benefit his neighbors, but he didn't want to come to this world because of a terrifying nightmare and become a six-year-old Song Xingxing.

The difference in the name made Song Xingchen want to cry without tears, in this era when I don't know how to produce high-yield, but keep producing, it is difficult for the peasant family to eat a full stomach.

After receiving the memories of the original owner, Song Xingchen knew that the cause of the original owner's death was that her grandparents wanted to sell her to the landlord's house as a child daughter-in-law.

After Song Xingchen crossed over, he was in a coma for two whole days, and the first bite of food after waking up was a coarse and unpalatable corn paste, and Song Xingchen vomited directly at that time, so he had this bowl of millet porridge to drink.

Snuggled in Song Lu's arms, and drank a bowl of millet porridge with her hand, Song Xingchen felt that he was alive again.

When the rain outside was quiet, Song Sanshan and Song Lu went out to make up for the roof, so as not to be unable to live at night.

There was still a lot of water in the house that had not been cleared, and the three children did not go out to help, and they had to clean up all the water on the ground, otherwise the house would easily collapse.

"Big brother." Song Xingchen opened her mouth and called Song Yang, in her previous life, she most wanted to have an elder brother to protect her, and with such an opportunity in this life, it was smooth to call.

"My little sister is calling me something? Is there something uncomfortable? Song Yang came over with a worried face, and the second sister Song Yue and the second brother Song Mutou also came over busily, also worried.

"I'm fine, I just want to ask you if you have thought of a way to save the third sister." Song Xingchen leaned on the quilt, half-sitting, and his tone was different from the maturity of his age, but because he was weak and had no energy, it was not easy to be noticed.

Because she almost died, she asked the people in the third room to ignore Song March, and was arrested by the people in the old house and sent to the landlord's house, replacing the original owner as a child daughter-in-law.

Hearing this, Song Yang was stunned, his brothers' eyes were red, and they shook their heads silently.

Song Xingchen narrowed his eyes, hiding the coldness in his eyes, and asked, "Big brother, do you want to save the third sister back?" ”

"Yes!" The three brothers spoke in unison and spoke firmly.

"But we don't have any money." Song Mutou opened his mouth angrily.

"Where those people are relatives, they are clearly our enemies! If you want to sell your little sister, you can't do it, so you will take the third sister away from the top bag, but you won't give a penny to save your little sister when you get the silver. Now the ransom has to pay double the amount of silver, and we have sold our family, and we can't make up a hundred taels! Song Yue shouted angrily, her pungent temperament was very similar to Song Lu's.

For a moment, the brothers were silent, like deflated balls, and their backs were bent down.

"If you can save the third sister, it is very likely that you will be beaten by the board, are you willing?" Song Xingchen's tone was a little tentative, wondering if this family was worthy of her wholehearted help and support.

"Yes!" Several people spoke in unison again, without the slightest reluctance.

Song Yue asked a little suspiciously, "Little sister, do you have a way?" Hurry up and hear about it. ”

The arm grabbed by Song Yue hurt, Song Xingchen struggled twice but didn't break free, but his heart was warm, this hot girl-like second sister was the most short.

Song Yang saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly patted Song Yue and asked her to let go.

Under the eyes of Sanshuang Yiyi, Song Xingchen half-lowered his eyes, hiding the hatred in his eyes, and said in a soft and cute tone as much as possible: "Our three rooms have already been separated from the old house, that is to say, we and they are two families, even grandparents have no right to sell our three rooms." In order to take care of his filial piety, my father didn't dare to sue the official, and it was inconvenient for my mother to go to the yamen from a woman's family, but the eldest brother was the eldest son of the third room, but you could. Big brother, I want the third sister to go home, I miss the third sister, can you go and pick up the third sister back? ”

"But we don't have any money, it's useless to go to the government, and it's useless to suffer from the board." Looking at Song Xingchen's hazy teary eyes, Song Yue shrugged her shoulders in disappointment.

"No, as long as we let the landlord's family know, if they don't let go, we will go to sue the official, as long as there are still people alive in the third room, we will sue until someone takes care of it, do you say that the landlord's family will still force the third sister to stay?" Song Xingchen asked, the little man clenched his fists with a bit of determination.

Seeing that the eyes of several people lit up, Song Xingchen knew that they were also too anxious and didn't think of a roundabout way.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been the result of Song Lu's coming to the door to ask for someone, and he was beaten out.

"But we don't have any money, can they let them go?" Song Mutou said weakly.

"The silver is naturally going to be returned, but what does our family have to do with our family if we confiscate the silver?" Song Xingchen hooked his lips, and a calculating smile flashed, "Aren't there still cousins and cousins over there in the old mansion?" Using their children to carry the bag, or to repay the silver, that is their family's business, who receives the money and who takes care of the aftermath, isn't it natural? ”

Song Yang lowered his head and pondered for a while before saying: "What the little sister said makes sense, now that the matter has come to this point, we have no other way but to give it a try." If it really doesn't work, I'll go and sue the official, just like the little sister said, if it really doesn't work, I'll keep suing, there will always be someone who can take care of this matter. ”

"But if Dad knew, would he let it?" Song Mutou scratched his head and said.

"If he dares not to let him, the old lady will chop him first, and then take a knife to cut people in the old house, it is best to hack them to death, you brothers and sisters, you don't have to be afraid of being scolded in the future!" The door of the house was pushed open, and Song Lu entered the house with red eyes, shouting with resentment.

Song Sanshan followed into the house, and the couple were on the roof, and after hearing Song Yue's loud voice, they came down and listened to the words of several children.

"Song Sanshan, you have something to say! I have been bullied by the people over there for so many years, and I have killed my two children, and after selling my eldest daughter, I want to sell my little girl, and now the three girls have been sold by them, do you have to wait for the children in the family to be sold out, so that you can be like a man, stand up and protect our mothers? ”

Song Lu was angry, pointed at Song Sanshan and shouted, his eyes half resentful and half disappointed.

Song Sanshan opened his mouth open, and only after a while did he squat on the ground with his thigh, "That's my father, what do you want me to do?" Suing your parents is going to jail, and you can't win! ”

"What Dad said is that there is no separation, and it is not a big deal to buy and sell people." Song Yang twisted his brows, straightened his chest and said: "Dad doesn't sue, I have to go, as the eldest son of the third room, if I can't even protect my younger brothers and sisters, how can I stand up to the door in the future." Dad, the eldest sister's business can't happen again, otherwise I won't be able to raise my head and be a man in this life! ”

"The eldest brother is right, if my father feels sorry for the eldest brother, then let me go, grandma always says that the girl is a loss of money, and she will exchange my life for a peaceful family, and she will still make money." Song Yue stood up, her little face was full of determination, and Song Mutou also stood beside her brother and sister, silently expressing her support.

Looking at the attitude of his wife and children, Song Sanshan knew that there was no room for this matter to turn around, and he was inexplicably relieved.

"No, this matter is going to my father, if my father really goes to prison, your mother will live a good life, and there will be no need to get involved in the affairs of the old mansion." Song Sanshan habitually took out the cigarette pouch, turned around and walked outside the house, and his back, which had always been rickety, was a little straighter.