Chapter 275: No. 11 Sugarcane 47

Moreover, what is the person who has a father now, and you also had it before!

In this regard, Song Shi said that although his father could eat and sleep before, he was actually no different from the one lying in it.

Same dad.

But this father, sometimes he is dead, sometimes he is indeed a father, and sometimes he has become a grandson.

It's weird.

When encountering this kind of strange family, where will the original scum run without dying!

"Presumably my dad is still willing to reason with you."

Reasonable, what reasoning?

Don't tell ghost stories in broad daylight, okay?

Somehow, everyone felt a chill on the back of their necks, as if something was really there.

Qi Qi took a step back.

Mother Song was so angry that she wanted to scold again.

The people next to her hurriedly stopped her, glared and said, "Why do you really want Orion to come to your house in the middle of the night that week to reason with you?" ”

Mother Song thought of that scene.

In the dark of the night.

It was dark in the room.

She woke up from the nightmare, opened her eyes violently, and was confronted with a blue, black, rotten face, a black hole in her mouth, a rancid smell that made people faint, and the sound from hell was unspeakably terrifying.

"I'll come. To give. You. Speak. Road. Rationale."

can scare her into reincarnation on the spot.

"No, no."

She gritted her teeth, glanced at Song Shi fiercely, turned around and ran away.

It's as if there's something chasing behind you.

Song Shi pouted, that's it?

"Dad, you've eaten, rest, the next time someone comes to the house to talk to me, you look at it, and when you can go out, go to his house to chat."

As he spoke, he picked up the knife on the ground and left.

The neighbors who stood on the spot and ate a fresh melon did not feel the enthusiasm of the gossip, but felt as if they had poured a mouthful of ice.

I shuddered.

Go home.

The knife meat was made into braised pork by the big girl that night, the meat was smeared with soy sauce and rock sugar, and star anise and the like were added, and the pot was boiled over high heat, stewed for half an hour, and the seasoning was completely delicious.

Put it in your mouth and melt as soon as you sip it.

He stood at the gate of the courtyard with a bowl.

With an intoxicated face, he sighed, "With the blessing of the ancestors, it is incense." ”

The neighbor who smelled the meat and inhaled hard in front of his house:

I want to cry.

yes, it smells so good!

Song's mother returned in vain, she didn't even bring back a single hair, and she felt the long-lost taste of being dumbfounded, and she became more and more aggrieved and embarrassed.

In the courtyard, he almost scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Song Dynasty.

It was still Old Man Song who heard that something was wrong.

Listen to her.

Drink immediately.

Tell her not to go to the boss again, "Just let him die." ”

Kindness.

It can be said that father and son are of the same heart.

Old man Song said: "Don't care about that side anymore, it's just a hunter, and what you eat is some worthless wild goods in the mountains, we are holding a golden doll in our arms, and when you become a showman, a lifter, and a big official, are you still afraid that there will be no delicacies from the mountains and seas to eat?" At that time, you can eat a bowl and throw a bowl. ”

Mother Song was a little relieved.

Looking at the end of the village, "The old lady is waiting to see his retribution!" ”

On the same day, the melons about 'reasoning with Zhou Orion if you have something' blew all over Baishan Village, eating melons around the hearth, not to mention that it was quite good

It's very

Who has nothing to do to reason with someone who has been dead for more than ten years!

Song Da, you really dare to say it!

When the words reached Song Shi's ears, he replied at that time.

Or in the form of a sneer.

"What can I do!"

"My master, he used to be alone, of course, he can rest in peace."

"But he's not anymore!"

"He has a family and a room, and he has five granddaughters alone, and there must not be many great-grandchildren and great-granddaughters in the future!"

"With such a big family, can he lie down safely?"

"My master, he was originally alone in such a big family, and he took advantage of the boss, and he couldn't say anything when he saw that his children and grandchildren were in trouble."

Everyone: Speechless.

Who took advantage of it, hey!

Zhou Orion was also unlucky.

If you die, you will have such unfilial descendants, and you will not be at peace when you die.

Song Shi: Raising a child is 100 years old, and he is often worried about 99.

I haven't heard anyone say that some old people can't rest assured that they have children and grandchildren before they die.

That week, Orion couldn't die and still worry about his children and grandchildren?

This winter was particularly difficult for the Song family.

When the ice melts in the mountain spring Dingdong River, green shoots begin to emerge on the roadside.

Winter is finally over.

But the cotton coat has not been taken off.

Song Yu returned to the academy, and half a month later, he returned home and asked for money to catch the exam.

Counting the cost of carriage and horses, meals, accommodation, and necessary expenses for punctuation and daily communication, this time almost hollowed out the Song family.

Win or lose here!

Old man Song's clenched hands were trembling, "Don't worry, take the test well." ”

also specially asked Song Er to accompany him into the county seat for him to call.

The two Song Yu brothers left.

The Song family is waiting for news at home.

Eagerly nervous, full of anticipation.

Song's mother begged her ancestors for their blessings three times a day: "Bless my son must be admitted to Xiucai to honor his ancestors, and he must stack gold ingots for his ancestors when the time comes." ”

The only student in Baishan Village is going to the county to take the test.

This is a very important and shameful thing for the whole village.

During these days, Song's mother can gain countless envious and jealous eyes when she walks on the road, she is extremely proud, thinking about the day of the exam, she is very sure, and she will get the letter in a few days.

At that time, she will be a show.

Mi'er has become a showman.

The girls in the town weren't up to her.

She has long taken a fancy to the youngest daughter of the owner of the Tongfu Inn, that girl is good-looking, has a sweet mouth, and is shrewd, she will definitely be able to help her son.

Mother Song is dreaming about it.

Sometimes I wake up laughing when I sleep.

When the time comes, we must let the village drive out the unfilial son of the boss!

Let him fend for himself.

On this day, Song's mother was drying quilts in the yard.

Calculating the time, the son should come back in these two days, she softened the quilt, and the son came back just to cover it.

"Auntie! Auntie! ”

A strong guy came running out of breath.

Mother Song stretched out her head to look at it and frowned, "Mountain baby, what's the matter?" ”

Frizzy.

Do you know whose mother you're calling?

The future talent is master!

Shan Wazi stood outside the courtyard and shouted, "Auntie, someone from the county is coming to your house!" ”

Mother Song: "You, what did you say?" ”

"County! Someone from the county is looking for your house."

"Ahhh Old man! Come out! Someone from the county is here! It must have been admitted! They have come to give the good news! ”

Before the mountain baby finished speaking, Song's mother ran into the house screaming.

Soon, the Song family came out.

Old man Song was incredulous, with obvious ecstasy in his eyes, tears were clearly visible: "Mountain baby! Is it true, is it true? ”

Shan Wazi: "Yes, it's just" The official looked very fierce.

It's not like it's coming to give the good news.

It's like reporting a funeral.

However, the Song family had already made up their minds, and they couldn't listen to anything else at all.

Old man Song was already telling Mother Song to hurry up and prepare tea money.

Yamawazi: Okay.

Maybe he thought too much, and other people's officials looked like that.