"Who is Ji Lianfeng?" Old Song's brain had turned to mush.

Song Zhenping, standing next to him, also looked bewildered.

He already knew that the shop was owned by Yunniang and Uncle Han, so he wasn't afraid of Song Lao Er investigating.

The property deed for Kebaolin Residence is in my own name, and I still have a copy at home!

How could it be Ji Lianfeng now? I've never even heard of him.

Song Liyun only knew that the original owner of Baolin Residence was surnamed Ji, but did not know his given name.

The clerk's face darkened: "Now that I've seen everything, throw it out quickly, don't cause any trouble for the county government!"

Two bailiffs stepped forward, grabbed Song Lao Er's arms, and dragged him out of the county government office without saying a word.

Song Lao Er shouted hysterically, "These bastards are hoarding family property and clan wealth!"

His voice echoed throughout the county government office, drawing disgusted glances from all sides.

The yamen runners who were holding him up got anxious when they saw that this guy was disturbing the yamen officials. Someone pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it under Song Lao Er's chin.

Song Lao Er's shouts stopped abruptly, and he could only let out a chuckle.

Song Zhenping was still bewildered, but he also hurriedly left the government office.

After a moment of contemplation, Song Liyun suddenly understood what was going on.

In fact, when you want to buy land in town, you should understand that the garrison cannot transfer land deeds and house deeds that already have owners to the names of military households.

The property deeds for Baolin Residence that were given to Song Liyun were mostly fake, the purpose of which was to retain military households.

The original owner was missing, not dead. The government just produced the original owner's house deed!

If the original owner were to return... however, she would most likely only receive some compensation, and it would be impossible for her to reclaim the property deed.

Song Lao Er returned to the inn in a daze; he was truly dejected.

They look wealthy, but they have nothing; even their house belongs to someone else.

Tianxianglou was also under the jurisdiction of the government and the garrison, so he dared not cause trouble there.

There are also food workshops and cardboard box factories that are owned by other people. If you try to find them yourself, you'll definitely get a bunch of excuses and blame-shifting.

Song Lao Er slapped his own face: "I told you not to be a fool, letting two ingrates play with you!"

"No, that bitch is too terrifying, too terrifying!"

Song Lao Er gripped the purse at his waist, a sinister glint in his eyes.

In another room of the inn, Song Lizheng had already written the letter severing ties with his relatives, and was just waiting for Song Lao Er to sign his name before he would leave this shameful place.

Song Liyun ordered a table full of dishes: "Village head, whether we sever ties or not, I will never forget the help you have given me. Today you are leaving, so I will see you off."

Just a few days later, Song Lizheng, who had been healthy and rosy-cheeked, suddenly looked haggard.

The once-in-a-century letter of severing ties with a family member was written in his hands, and he felt so ashamed that he couldn't even hold his head up when he went back.

"Don't mention it. Just take good care of yourselves from now on. If... sigh!"

Song Zhenping helped him sit down at the table: "Village head, I still need to treat my leg, so it's inconvenient for me to go back to relocate the grave. Let's go back later when the time is right."

Song Dekui, his face dark, looked at the severance letter that was still waiting for Song Lao Er to put his fingerprint on and grumbled, "That bastard has caused enough trouble. If he doesn't come to put his fingerprint on it, I'll cut off his finger and put it on."

Song Lizheng waved his hand: "The second son is greedy and will definitely come. But... Daping, he will definitely want a lot of money. If you want to live a peaceful life in the future, you will have to pay him a lot."

Song Zhenping's face darkened, and he remained silent.

Song Liyun said, "Don't worry, village head, I've already prepared the silver notes. After all, my second uncle has been kind enough to raise me."

She almost vomited when she said those words, but she managed to suppress them with willpower.

Hearing Song Liyun's words, Song Lizheng's expression immediately improved: "That's the right way to think. There are no parents who are wrong. Only when you raise a child do you realize how hard it is to be a mother..."

Song Dekui held the wine bowl to his lips: "Dad, don't talk, drink, drink. This wine is Daping's way of showing respect to you. Once you drink it, there won't be a next time!"

Song Lizheng's words were immediately taken aback, and he glared at his son and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by 'this time is the last time'? Daping is coming back to relocate the grave, and he still has to bring some wine for the village head!"

Xiao An spent the whole morning at the inn with Song De Kui. He couldn't stand it anymore and just wanted to eat and go back as soon as possible. He knew Hei Jin would be bored and sleep again.

While the group was eating and drinking, Song Lao Er entered alone.

He had already tidied himself up and was clean from head to toe.

Song Liyun and the others had been waiting for his arrival, so they weren't surprised to see him.

However, when Song Liyun saw the small plate of braised beef in his hand, her eyes flickered.

With a long face, Song Lao Er sat down at the table and placed the braised beef in front of Song Zhenping: "Daping, your parents and grandfather definitely don't want things to come to this."

There's nothing I can do about it; it's just human nature. I'm the uncle who's wronged you.

Ah! We're uncle and nephew, let's have a drink!

As he spoke, he took out a wine cup from his pocket, poured wine from the wine pot on the table, and handed it directly to Song Zhenping: "If you still consider me your uncle, then drink this cup of wine!"

Song Liyun stood up abruptly: "Brother, you can't drink this!"

Song Zhenping glared hatefully at Song Lao Er: "Second Uncle, at a time like this, you're still talking about whether you acknowledge it or not? If you hadn't come to Suijin Town and caused this scene, I would still acknowledge it, but now... I don't!"

He is a sentimental person. If they were separated for ten or eight years, and he had a happy family, the pain from the past would fade, and he might really put those things behind him.

But he could never forgive Song Lao Er's family for colluding with outsiders to covet his money.

"You won't admit it? Fine!"

Old Song scratched his teeth, poured the wine on the ground, pointed at the beef and said, "The young lady must eat meat to leave her mother before leaving home. If the three of you finish this meat, I will agree to sever ties with her."

Song Lizheng looked at the plate of meat with a puzzled expression: "Second brother, where did this rule come from?"

Song Lao Er tilted his head and revealed a strange smile: "Uncle Village Head, is it not allowed that my family just made the rules? As long as I don't put my fingerprint on them, I have the right to set the rules."

Song, the village head, slammed his hand on the table: "Second brother, stop fooling around! All you want is money!"

"You want money, Uncle Village Head? I'm just giving my nephew and niece some meat to eat, what's the rush?"

After saying that, Song Lao Er turned to look at Song Liyun, "My dear niece, you've been deceiving your second uncle all this time, so I don't want those shops anymore."

In short, give me three hundred taels of silver, and I'll sever your ties. Otherwise, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!

"To tell you the truth, I made it clear before I left that as long as I die in Qili County, someone will seek justice for me."

Upon hearing Song Lao Er's outrageous demands, Song Lizheng slammed his fist on the table in anger: "What the hell do you want, you bastard?"

His words were completely useless; nobody listened to him.

With a calm expression, Song Liyun took out two silver notes from her sleeve, flashed them in front of Song Lao Er, and then quickly put them away: "You can have the silver, but first sever ties with him!"

The silver note flashed by, and Song Lao Er's eyes widened instantly, his voice trembling slightly: "Three hundred taels, I want three hundred taels!"

Song Liyun picked up a cloth bag from beside her feet, placed it on the table, and opened it. The bright white silver coins immediately caught everyone's eye.