Chapter 8: The Truth Revealed, Family Separation
"Oh dear, this aunt is so wicked, no wonder the child is making a fuss."
"That's right. Back then, Song Daya's father even pulled a boat to earn tuition for his younger brother. Pulling a boat is hard work, but Song Laoda managed to support his brother's schooling for ten years."
"The big brick house that Song Lao Er lives in now was also built with money and labor from his eldest brother."
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
The old villager's face flushed red and then turned pale.
He originally intended to teach Song Daya a lesson for being disobedient and unfilial, but unexpectedly, Madam He revealed her shameless face in public, making him feel like he was caught in the middle!
He felt as if he had been slapped several times by an invisible hand, his cheeks burning.
Mrs. He realized she had said the wrong thing, and her face turned pale.
I tried my best to calm myself down.
“What I mean is, Da Ya is beautiful and destined to marry a rich man. Look at Da Ya now, isn’t she doing just fine? It’s clear that Old Man Wang really loves her and treats her differently from others. Although Old Man Wang isn’t a good man, he’s definitely a good man for Da Ya.”
The more they tried to explain, the worse it got, and the more people fussed over it.
After all, nobody's stupid. Marrying a rich man and marrying a lecherous old man are two completely different things.
If He had any sincerity, she would have sold her niece to Li Xiaocai in Peach Blossom Village instead of Wang Laocai, who was notorious for abusing his daughter in Niuma Village.
Isn't it because they were after Wang Laocai's offer of ten taels of silver? They were greedy and didn't care about the children's lives.
But some people were curious. An old woman asked Song Li, "Da Ya, how did you get back from the Wang family?"
Their area was a poor and remote place, and it was not uncommon for young women to be sold to wealthy men.
But others were either carried out horizontally or tied up and sold to another shady place. No one has ever walked out as freely as Song Daya.
Could it be that Old Wang really has a special affection for her?
Song Li lowered her eyes, bent down and raised her hand to wipe away Song Xiaoxiao's tears.
She wasn't planning to reveal her hand, so she wasn't really keen on answering the question.
But she couldn't think of any other reason, so she pretended to wipe her sister's tears.
The little girl's eyes were swollen from crying, and her face was chapped from the wind because the tears hadn't been wiped away in time. She looked so pitiful.
Ah, I wish I had a moisturizer right now.
"You jinx! You've brought bad luck to your parents since you were little, what are you doing hanging around here? Get out of here right now!"
Suddenly, with a roar, Song Lao Er charged into the crowd.
He's a bit timid, but not really.
After He went out to complain to the village head in the morning, he didn't stay idle and secretly slipped away to the Wang family in Niuma Village.
Squatting by the wall, I asked some villagers passing by and learned that Song Li had beaten Wang Laocai at the wedding banquet yesterday. Wang Laocai was so scared of being beaten that he let her go and even returned her indenture.
"...At the time, dozens of servants were too scared to step forward, and Old Man Wang even had to pay the crazy girl twenty taels of silver in compensation."
"This is the first time I've ever seen such a fierce girl. No wonder she can scare all the men in the surrounding villages."
"Old Wang has a history of abusing women, and it's not like he's only done one or two things. But he finally got his comeuppance yesterday, which is karma!"
The villagers talked with great interest about what they had seen and heard yesterday.
Song Lao Er turned pale with fright, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything else they said.
All he could think of was that Song Daya had offended Old Man Wang! And he was Song Daya's second uncle who had raised her from childhood!
Will Old Wang take his anger out on me after he suffered a loss?
The more Song Lao Er thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he hurriedly ran back to the village to chase people away.
Song Lao Er rushed into the crowd and cursed, "If I had known, I should have sold myself to a brothel for ten taels of silver. It would have saved me so much trouble!"
Because he was so scared, he blurted out things without thinking.
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.
What?
Selling it to a brothel? That would save you a lot of trouble?
The fact that Song Lao Er could utter such words shows that he had long harbored such filthy thoughts!
It's understandable to mistreat a niece when one is poor, but to constantly plot against her and push her into a pit of fire is extremely insidious.
Moreover, He had gone to the village head early in the morning, making false accusations against the guilty party.
In an instant, everyone stared at Song Lao Er with disdain, as if they had suddenly discovered a wolf in human skin.
Muramasa's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and turned to run away.
Some villagers secretly compared the two incidents and found that the village chief ran even faster than when he was arresting people.
Seeing the person who had stood up for her run away like the wind, Mrs. He was dumbfounded.
Song Lao Er arrived late and was unaware of what had just happened, but he wasn't stupid. Seeing the village headman turn and run away, he knew things were not going well and was momentarily stunned.
Song Li said gloatingly, "Now that the person in charge is gone, what are you going to do about it?"
He cursed under her breath, unwilling to accept defeat: "You little bitch, you mad dog!"
Beneath the thin sleeves, his fingers clenched so tightly with anger that his knuckles turned white.
Today, in an attempt to gain sympathy, she deliberately wore very little clothing, and now, with the cold wind blowing, she was shivering.
Is all that hard work for nothing?
He looked at Song Lao Er with pleading eyes.
The latter, however, turned his head and focused intently on appreciating the ever-changing clouds in the sky.
Song Li said with amusement, "Alright, since you have nothing to say, then I'll say it."
He's pupils constricted, and she involuntarily shrank back. "What do you want to do?"
Song Li glanced at her and said seriously, "Splitting up the family!"
“This…” Mrs. He hesitated.
She was unaware that Song Li had beaten up Wang Laocai.
Song Lao Er quickly realized what was happening, stopped looking at the clouds, and turned back to say, "Fine, let's split it!"
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
That brat has offended Old Man Wang. If they don't separate from the family, it will only drag him down. He can't wait to sever ties with her.
Mrs. He was taken aback for a moment, but did not object.
The little bitch has already been sold off and has lost her value to her, so it's better to break up with her.
Song Li said bluntly, "The house belongs to me."
Song Lao Er was naturally unhappy. "No way! That was built by your father when I got married. You can't take it away!"
Aside from their house, the village was full of dilapidated thatched houses. After moving out, he couldn't find a big brick house, and he couldn't get used to living there.
Ms. He also objected: "You wish!"
Some villagers who hadn't left yet, who had been watching the commotion, spoke up: "That's the house that Da Ya's father paid for, why doesn't it belong to her?"
It wasn't that he couldn't stand watching; he was simply curious.
Madam He said, "A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. She's married into the Wang family now, why should she take anything from home?"
Upon hearing the words "Wang family," Song Lao Er felt a chill run down his spine and quickly corrected himself, saying, "That's a house my brother built specifically for my wedding. It was agreed that it was for me and my wife to live in."
His argument was more legally sound, so although Mr. He found it strange, he didn't say anything.
Song Li said, "My father paid for the bricks and tiles for the house and also put in the effort to build it, so of course I have a share. If you are unwilling to give it, then give me the money."
Song Lao Er: "We have no money at home."
At this point, a busybody villager asked again, "The Song family wasn't poor before, and Song the eldest is hardworking. How could they be short of money? I'm not saying this to be mean, but considering that your older brother supported you through ten years of schooling, you should give him a few coins."
Song Lao Er said, "All the family savings were used to pay for my brother's funeral. He supported my studies, and I gave him a grand burial. We brothers are even now."
Upon hearing this, the villagers immediately wavered and changed their tune, advising Song Li, "Nothing in life matters except death. Your second uncle has already done enough by giving your father a grand funeral. It's excessive for you to ask for money now."
Song Li put her hands on her hips and glared coldly at everyone: "Bullshit!"
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