When Song Yan arrived home, his parents weren't back yet. Song Yan took out two bags of wheat flour, one bag of cornmeal, and a bottle of oil. He also brought out quite a few apples, dried fish, wood ear mushrooms, dried mushrooms, dried bamboo fungus, dried morel mushrooms, red dates, pine nuts, hazelnuts, and other nuts…
Song Ma's house was crammed full of food storage space. Last time, Song Yan regretted not leaving enough food. Now that Song Ma is pregnant, she needs these nutritious things even more.
When Song's parents returned, Song Yan had already rolled out the noodles.
I'm having braised noodles today...
As they ate the chewy noodles and savored the fragrant sauce, looking at their daughter in front of them, Mr. and Mrs. Song had never felt so content and happy!
After finishing their meal and cleaning up the dishes, Song's father said he wanted to go out for a walk to digest. Song Yan said that was a good idea and she wanted to come along.
Mr. Song opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing. After the two left the house, Song Yan asked softly, "Are you planning to settle scores with Old Master Song's family?"
Mr. Song felt like he'd been caught doing something wrong. "They...they've gone too far. I want to go find them."
“Let’s go then, I’ll go with you.” Song Yan strode towards the direction of Old Master Song’s house.
"Yes!" Mr. Song's steps became more forceful. With his daughter by his side, he felt more confident. He didn't know when it had started, but his daughter had become so capable...
Because of how embarrassing things were today, He Xiaofen didn't go out to cool off and stayed at home instead.
My eldest cousin, Song Cheng, and his wife were also there.
The front door suddenly opened. From inside, one could see Song Yan and his daughter.
Boss Song and Song Cheng quickly came out to greet them.
"The second son is here, come inside quickly."
"Second Uncle!" This was almost the first time Song Cheng had addressed his second uncle so respectfully. Even Song Lao Er looked at him with a puzzled expression.
When Song's father and daughter entered the house, they immediately started making tea and pouring water. In the past, it would have been impossible for them to do this; they wouldn't even look at Song's father directly.
Song's father knew it was because Song Yan had come with him. Actually, pouring water for him was more like pouring water for Song Yan. They were afraid of Song Yan.
"Brother, I'm already so old, if I were to have a son, would you be happy for me?" Song Lao Er asked.
"I'm happy for you. Your life is getting better and better, and you have a house now. Xiao Yan is doing well too. I... I'm especially happy for you." Old Song said this somewhat cautiously.
"You're happy? Then why is your sister-in-law cursing your younger sister like that? You want us to have no son so the house and all the property can go to you, right?" This was Song Lao Er's pain, and he became agitated as he spoke.
"No! No! We would never think that way," Boss Song explained.
"Even if my eldest sister gives birth to a daughter this time, I'll have two daughters too. None of you should expect anything from me," Mr. Song said angrily.
Song's father meant that even if his daughter-in-law had another daughter, he had no intention of giving the things to his nephew.
“We’ve split up. I understand that,” said the eldest son, Song.
“I heard everything you said yesterday. Do you think I’m deaf or stupid?” Song Yan slammed his teacup on the table with a crisp “smack.”
The Song family members all shuddered. The constant demands for money were a deadly problem.
The Song couple, Mr. and Mrs. Song, each earned a salary of just over 20 yuan and over 30 yuan respectively, totaling less than 60 yuan. After New Year's Day, Song Yan asked for 200 yuan. The money sent to Song Yan was borrowed. They had just barely paid off their debts after six months of frugal living.
"Xiao Yan, yesterday was all a misunderstanding. We're family, so let's not be formal. Your uncle's family is really struggling... please give us some more time," Song pleaded.
"You ignored my warnings and were so malicious; you brought this on yourselves. You only have two days. If you don't want to pay, fine, we'll see you in court! I'll be raising the interest rate then."
From now on, you should be prepared to pay back the money every month.
"Oh, right, our old lady is coming back soon. You all need to fulfill your duties." Song Yan patted Song Laoda on the shoulder. "You'd better know exactly what to do!"
Those who have ulterior motives, those who want to cause trouble, should think twice about their actions. To be honest, if my mother had given birth to this child safely, things would have been much better. But something went wrong with her…”
Splash!
Song Yan overturned the table, smashing the teapot and teacups on it.
Song Cheng couldn't hold back any longer. "You've gone too far! My dad is your elder, and he's been pleading with you so politely..."
Song Yan grabbed Song Cheng's hand that was pointing at him, twisted his arm behind his back, and pressed his head against the edge of the bed. When he tried to struggle, Song Yan increased his strength.
"Ouch! It hurts!"
Song Cheng's wife tried to step forward, but Song Yan kicked her to the ground. "You guys are really wicked and stupid. Didn't you realize before that it's incredibly easy for me to deal with you?"
Whether you try to use force or persuasion, it will be futile against me.
Let's all live our own lives quietly and not push me too far.
Bai Shuang is a military dog. I can show you how powerful he is. I can let him out and he'll kill you.
It's a military dog, what can you do to it?
Especially after that old hag from your family comes back, don't use her as an excuse; I'll hold you responsible for everything she did.
Song Yan tightened his grip even more, causing Song Cheng to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
"I know, I know, I was wrong, I'll never do it again, please let go?" He Xiaofen pleaded.
She was already timid before, and never dared to think of taking advantage of anyone. Now she's completely terrified. Song Cheng is quite tall and strong, and his wife isn't petite either.
But look at him now, Song Cheng is like a lump of dough under Song Yan's control. His wife, who was kicked just now, hasn't even gotten up from the ground yet…
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