The other members of the Song family are still hungry, and they probably don't even have the energy to curse anymore. They might even be begging on the streets.
However, Song Dujuan didn't care at all; they were all just a burden. As long as she was full, that was enough. Who told them to be so stupid?
After eating her fill, Song Dujuan went to the Prince of Yan's residence.
The same steward came out, frowning: "You really are persistent, coming to the gates of the Prince of Yan's mansion to pull these stunts."
“I will go to that place every morning and wait for an hour,” Song Dujuan said before leaving.
The butler watched her go, his expression wistful.
Song Dujuan curled her lips. If the Prince of Yan didn't care, why was it always the steward who came out to see her?
This sends a certain signal.
At this moment, the women of the Song family had already started begging along the street. They had found a broken bowl somewhere and were shaking it while pleading with passersby.
"Please have mercy and give us something to eat. We haven't eaten for days, and the whole family is starving."
As for the men of the Song family, they searched the streets and alleys for work, hoping to move some heavy objects in exchange for some copper coins.
In short, the division of labor is very clear.
After a long day, the women managed to get some leftover food and steamed buns, while the men earned a few dozen copper coins by doing manual labor.
It seems like life can go on like this. Although we're constantly on the move, we can at least fill our stomachs with some hard work. But the reality is not so optimistic.
The women of the Song family were frequently groped by thugs on the street, and the men were often yelled at and insulted when they did manual labor, which could be said to have robbed them of all their dignity.
They were originally a wealthy family in the village, and they used to be able to hold their heads high in the village, but now they are homeless and suffering so much humiliation.
The Song family felt they couldn't take it any longer.
"Why isn't Du Juan'er making any progress?" Song Qijin's face turned pale as he thought of his wife, Wei Shi, being pinched on the waist and having to swallow her anger for a steamed bun.
"Yes, we haven't seen her all day. Where has she gone?" Lin asked.
She suspected that Song Dujuan had found some way to make money and was secretly enjoying a life of luxury.
This girl seems to be very considerate of her family, but she has a hidden shrewdness about her.
Zhou pursed her lips. She was dissatisfied with Song Dujuan because Song Dujuan always liked to show off her intelligence and steal the limelight from her brother, but she would not join others in scolding her own daughter.
But she was also wondering if Song Dujuan was really honestly looking for Qiao Lian'er's enemies. She knew her daughter best, and her daughter wasn't as selfless as she seemed on the surface.
"Shut up, all of you," Song Fusheng said coldly.
“Du Juan is working hard outside, worrying about the future of our whole family, and you all start to make malicious guesses about her. Maybe she is even hungrier and more tired than anyone else right now, and she might have fainted from hunger somewhere without even knowing where.” As he spoke, Song Fusheng’s eyes became a little moist.
We just hope that things will turn out well for Song Dujuan; the whole family is waiting to be settled.
He was quite old, and as the most senior member of the family, he couldn't do anything but place his hopes on his teenage granddaughter.
After filling her stomach, Song Dujuan would go shopping for jewelry and clothing, go to the theater to listen to plays, and stay at an inn at night, living a leisurely and carefree life.
Then I went to that place again in the morning to wait.
She hasn't seen the Song family for several days. She'll show her face again when they need her help; out of sight, out of mind.
They are of use to her, and once that value is realized, she will give them some benefits, which is more than enough.
Song Dujuan went to that place for a month without fail, rain or shine, but no one came looking for her.
Perhaps the Prince of Yan truly didn't trust her, or perhaps she was just too patient.
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