"You are being completely unreasonable." Song Fusheng pointed at those people, his fingers and voice trembling.

"Hmph, this is my yard, I call the shots. You're the shameless ones who want to stay here." The short, fat man sneered.

He then shouted angrily, "Aren't you leaving?"

With two men in the family out of health, the Song family, no matter how much they dawdled or were unwilling, knew they couldn't stay here any longer.

"Grandpa, we have nowhere to go, please have pity on us." Wu grabbed the trouser leg of a burly man and knelt down.

“Look at this big family, with old and young. If you kick us out, how will we survive if we end up on the streets?”

Song Qijin's wife, Wei, also pleaded desperately.

As for Song Qitu's wife, Lin, relying on her good looks, she flirted with her short, fat landlord.

However, the landlord pretended not to see it, and the big man simply kicked the woman who was pleading with them away.

"Are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, beat them all up and drag them out onto the street."

A man laughed mockingly.

It's really funny. The original tenants have already moved out, but this family still wants to stay here.

That explains why the original tenants were so eager to leave, refusing to even refund the rent. Who could stand this family?

The Song family members were left destitute on the streets.

Knowing that Song Ruier was deliberately messing with them, they scolded her and, after getting their revenge, stared at each other blankly.

“We still need to go to the Ministry of Personnel. Song Ruier is unfilial and unrighteous; he is not fit to be an official,” Song Qimu said.

"Exactly, so that he can't even visit the temple."

Song Dujuan was also exhausted as she walked down the street.

She shook her head: "It's pointless. He's just a minor official in charge of the Taigong Temple. The court doesn't value him at all. I'm afraid they've forgotten about him. Going there would be a waste of time."

This was a very low-ranking position, but it was still a Jinshi degree, so it shouldn't be dismissed.

Song Dujuan holds this view.

Moreover, she had another idea: Song Ruier was definitely a smart person, just unlucky. Maybe one day he would rise to prominence, and then the principles of benevolence and filial piety would really work on him.

They simply went to them again.

Therefore, there's no need to go to extremes now.

The whole family was waiting to be fed, but they only had a few pieces of silver and some copper coins on them, which Song Ruier had thrown away last time.

Soon, after two meals, there was nothing left.

They were penniless, wandering aimlessly through the streets, and mentally broken.

Song Fusheng had previously suggested going to find Qiao Lian'er, but Song Dujuan rejected the idea.

They had to come up with a comprehensive plan to ensure a successful outcome; otherwise, the guards would drive them away every time they saw them, and in the end, they would have no chance left.

Watching the displaced figures of the Song family members from afar, Song Ruier curled her lip and walked away.

He guessed that the Song family might go to the Ministry of Personnel and say that he had violated the recommendation for filial piety and incorruptibility and was unworthy of being an official.

However, he was not afraid. He had a plan. His identity was Pang You, a lowly and insignificant position. The Ministry of Personnel would not bother with ambiguous matters.

Suddenly realizing Song Dujuan's intention, Song Ruier paused, snorted coldly, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes.

This family needs to be dealt with quickly.

With the sun about to set and dinner still nowhere in sight, the Song family was full of complaints.

Song Dujuan spoke up: "I've got it."