Chapter 076 My dad is not dead!

Old man Li was silent and looked at her.

Aunt Song was so angry that she wanted to curse. Old lady

Li spat at her feet, "Why are you pretending to be a good person here? When is it your turn as an outsider to take care of our family affairs..."

"Enough!"

Old man Li shouted, and stood up from the stool with an ugly face, his body swaying and about to fall. The eldest

brother Li hurriedly supported him, "Dad."

"She killed my second son, why are you still helping her?"

Old man Li looked pale, "How can you expect my second son to survive and bring you any benefit?"

Aunt Song suddenly widened her eyes and stared at old man Li in disbelief.

"Li Yunshi, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Open your eyes and see clearly!"

Aunt Song raised her hand and pointed at Fan Qingyi and the three children. "That's your second son's wife. They are his bloodline children! Not to mention that Wenfeng may not be dead. Even if he is really gone, they are his own flesh and blood, your granddaughters. How can you say..."

"Children?"

Old man Li laughed sarcastically, his eyes swept over the twins whose outlines looked 60% like the second son. He felt distressed for a moment, but his words were merciless. "They are all girls. When they grow up and get married, they will belong to other families. What bloodline inheritance, what kind of thing are they passing on..."

"I won't get married!"

Li Liuli stood up with her fists clenched, "I will never get married in my life. When I grow up, I will stay with my mother and take care of her until the end of her life! And..."

She looked at Old Man Li firmly and spoke clearly word by word.

"My father promised us that he would come back safely, and he will definitely come back safely. My father never lies to us!"

Old Man Li lowered his eyes and met her gaze.

Those eyebrows and eyes clearly looked like the second son's wife, but the vigor and stubbornness bursting out of her eyes seemed to make him see the second son when he was young.

Old Man Li shuddered in his heart and opened his mouth, "...I also want my son to come back alive. He can destroy the house, smash things, quarrel and make a fuss. As long as he is alive..."

After speaking, his heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe.

The second son, he is only in his early thirties!

His son, I am

so heartbroken for him! Auntie Song did not speak for a long time when she saw the state of old man Li. Old lady

Li was about to take action, but was stopped by old man Li, "Let them go, let them leave this house, I don't want to see them again!"

"Old man! This swindler killed our second son, we can't let them go, I must beat them to death and bury them with the second son!" Old lady

Li shouted that she really wanted to continue beating.

Auntie Song stopped her again, "Enough, have you made enough trouble? Don't you know what kind of temper your second son has? If he is really gone, you are so mean to his wife and children. Aren't you afraid that you will not be able to face your second son in the underworld a hundred years later!"

Old lady Li screamed, full of hatred for Fan Qingyi.

"I don't care! My son is dead, and I want her to pay with her life!"

"My dad is not dead!" Li Liuli also shouted.

"My dad is not dead!" Li Zhenzhu also shouted. Old lady

Li picked up the broom and was about to hit them, but Aunt Song held back.

The yard was noisy for a while.

Aunt Song's head was hurt by Old Lady Li's shouting.

She sighed and discussed with Fan Qingyi, "Go back to your room and pack up, and stay at my house for a while."

Fan Qingyi did not refuse, and went back to the room with his little daughter in his arms.

After a while, she came out carrying a cloth bag, which was light and looked like it didn't have many clothes on it.

Aunt Song looked into the room and saw that she had rolled up the quilt, and sighed again.

"I'll take you back first, and then I'll help you get the blankets."

Old Mrs. Li stopped them from going out. She was still yelling like a madman, demanding Fan Qingyi's life.

Aunt Song looked at Old Man Li.

"Let them go." Old Man Li waved his hands.

Old Mrs. Li cried like a tearful child, scolding Old Man Li for not feeling sorry for his son and saying that his son died in vain.

Aunt Song led the people away, and Old Man Li looked at the eldest brother Li.

"Eldest brother, please discuss with the third brother and see what to do about the second brother's funeral."

He staggered back to the east room step by step with a hunched back, and Old Mrs. Li followed him in crying.

The third brother Li and the eldest brother Li looked at each other, and both had red eyes.

"Brother, can we only build a tomb for the second brother?"

The eldest brother Li shook his head. "I don't know because I haven't done it. I'll ask Uncle Qingshan. He has been the village chief for decades and should know something."

"I'll go with you." The third brother Li wiped his eyes.

The two brothers walked out of the yard side by side.

Sister Li curled her lips and stared at the second room with shining eyes.

The second brother's house is now the most solid and leak-proof in the family. Go back and talk to the child's father and ask him to ask the old man and the old woman to take the house over for them to live in!

The gossipy women who were watching the excitement outside the yard had not dispersed yet, squatting outside and laughing.

The Song family did not have many houses. In order to let Fan Qingyi and her daughter live, the Song couple returned to the town after dinner and vacated the west room for them to live in.

"Just stay here and wait for the anger over there to calm down..."

"Auntie Song, I don't believe that Brother Wenfeng is gone. He must still be alive somewhere."

Auntie Song looked at her pale face and sighed softly in her heart. She didn't dare to say anything to irritate her. "Well, Auntie believes it too. I'll go make some food for you and let the two children rest early. They have the first day of school tomorrow and can't be late."

Fan Qingyi knew she was comforting herself and nodded. "Thank you, Auntie."

She wanted to see the person alive or the body dead.

No matter which one it was, she wanted to see him!

Fan Qingyi clenched her hands, her eyes firm.

The four daughters, mother and daughter, stayed at the Song family. The twins went to school during the day, so Fan Qingyi asked Aunt Song to buy a few pickled vegetable jars and started making pickled cucumbers, sour beans, salted duck eggs, and sesame sauce eggs.

Two days later, Jiang Yanhong came back alone and happily told Fan Qingyi, "Sister-in-law, many people like your sesame eggs. Make more, and also make cucumber and sour beans. Those people like to have a small plate with their noodles. I gave it away for free for one day at first, and they all asked for it the next day. I charged 10 cents per plate, and they bought it without blinking an eye..."

Fan Qingyi was also very happy, "It's good that someone likes it. I didn't make much before, and there's not much left. It takes two days to make a batch now."

In the space, one day is equivalent to a month outside, and two days is just right.

Jiang Yanhong nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then I'll take the remaining ones first, and I'll come back tomorrow... the day after tomorrow to get this batch of pickled ones."

The two were talking happily when Song Chengran suddenly ran in panting and called Fan Qingyi.

"Auntie, go to the fields quickly! Uncle Li and his men are going to build a tomb for Uncle Wenfeng, and they are digging a pit. Ah Li and Zhuzhu went to stop them, but Grandma Li shouted that she would throw them into the pit..."

Fan Qingyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and her face turned as white as snow!

She stood up suddenly, opened her mouth to say something but no sound came out.

"You go, I'll take care of Xiao Shanhu." Jiang Yanhong said hurriedly.

Fan Qingyi ran out.