Upon hearing this...
Fang Zheng replied to Yang Cuiniang: "Which law of the imperial court stipulates that we are required to call you?"
His one sentence left Yang Cuiniang and the others speechless.
Fang Dazhuang, recalling what his mother had said last night, snorted and said, "If you don't want to call us that, then don't. We've never considered you family anyway. But you are Dad's son, and you have no reason not to give him the money he owes for his old age, do you?"
Fang Zheng clenched his fist.
He paused for a moment and then said, "Dad, how much do you want for my retirement?"
He looked indifferent.
Fang Shuisheng cursed inwardly, calling him an ungrateful wolf, and said after cursing him in his heart, "Give me ten taels of silver a year, and send me gifts during festivals and New Year's."
What? You want so much! And you still want to give him gifts for holidays and New Year's.
Song Laosi gave a speechless twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Fang Xiu also felt that her father had gone too far.
She was wondering what to do.
Song Xiaxian said squarely, "Ten taels of silver a year, can your other two sons give you that much?"
Fang Dazhuang and Fang Erzhuang only earned a few hundred coins a month.
They are not Fang Shuisheng's biological children.
It would be strange if they gave him money.
Fang Shuisheng rolled his eyes at Song Xia and said, "Can Dazhuang and the others be compared to Zheng'er?"
Song Xia casually remarked, "How is it different? Aren't they all surnamed Fang? Didn't you raise them? Didn't you raise them?"
You brat, how can you be so good with words!
Fang Dazhuang shouted, "We're not related by blood, of course we're different!"
This is also a way of giving money.
If it were about splitting the money, he probably wouldn't have said it that way.
Song Xia said, "Fine, it's different if you're not my biological children. But I, your grandfather, have raised you, haven't I? You can't not give him money every year, can you? How much do you give him each year?"
Fang Dazhuang and the others all looked at Yang Cuiniang.
Yang Cuiniang glared at Song Xia and said, "What business is it of yours how much my two sons will give? We're talking about your uncle, not my two sons. Besides, this is our family matter, what does it have to do with you, an outsider!"
She had barely finished speaking.
Fang Zheng said coldly, "You didn't say how much you gave me. I only give you one tael of silver a year."
"You dare!"
Fang Shuisheng shouted.
Fang Zheng said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "If you don't believe me, you can try it, or you can go to the yamen and sue me, and see how the yamen judges it."
"you!"
Fang Shui was so angry that her body trembled.
Yang Cuiniang supported him, saying, "Husband, husband, what's wrong? Husband, don't let him make you sick. What will we do if you get sick from him?"
Fang Shuisheng closed his eyes and fainted.
Yang Cuiniang immediately cried out in despair, "What a tragedy! My son has angered his father to the point of fainting! What terrible things have we done to deserve such an unfilial son!"
"I'm dizzy, let me see."
Song Xia stepped closer.
Yang Cuiniang reached out and stopped her.
"You brat, get out of here! If you hadn't interfered and stirred up trouble between them, would my husband be this angry? Get out, get out of here!"
Song Xia grabbed her hand and dragged her aside.
"How dare you treat my mother like this!"
Fang Dazhuang and the others clenched their fists and punched Song Xia.
Don't be fooled by how quickly they act.
Not only did they fail to hit her, but both of them fell down the slope.
Fang Yuanbao was afraid that Song Xia would hit him, so he ran away and hid to the side.
Fang Dazhuang's wife didn't dare to fight with Song Xia, so she held her child and cried out loudly, "Help! People from other villages are bullying people from our village!"
Song Xia ignored her and kicked Fang Shuisheng.
He dared not pretend to be unconscious any longer and quickly got up: "You..."
Song Xia interrupted him, saying, "What do you mean 'you'? If you accept severing ties, I'll give you ten taels of silver. If you don't accept, you can expect my uncle to give you one tael of silver a year for your retirement, and nothing during holidays."
As soon as she said this...
Fang Shuisheng's mind raced.
No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like a good deal.
Unwilling to sever ties.
But unexpectedly.
Yang Cuiniang crawled over and whispered, "Husband, husband, please agree. After we get the money, we can always go to Fang Zheng's house and ask for it back. If he doesn't give it to us, we'll make a scene..."
Fang Shuisheng tightened his grip and looked up, saying, "Ten taels of silver is too little, twenty taels."
"Ten taels!"
Song Xia did not change it.
Fang Shuisheng conceded a step: "Eighteen taels."
Try to bargain with her?
No matter how much he owed, Song Xia insisted on ten taels.
Fang Shui was so angry he wanted to yell at her, but in the end he agreed.
"We agree, you pay us right now!"
Yang Cuiniang reached out her hand and asked for money.
Song Xia said calmly, "What's the rush? Your man hasn't even written the document severing ties yet. What if you regret it if I give it to you now?"
That brat, she really wants it.
Fang Shuisheng bit his lip and still took them home to write a letter severing ties with their family.
Song Xia didn't let Fang Zheng give her the money.
She gave it to him.
The relationship was severed.
Song Xia and his group did not linger at their house. They turned around, left, and boarded the oxcart that was waiting for them to return to the village.
Not many days later.
Construction began on Fangzheng's new house.
His house has adobe walls and only a tiled roof; it won't take long to build.
It was finished before the end of the first month of the lunar calendar.
He didn't have much money, so for the roof-raising ceremony he only invited the Song family to dinner, and simply held a few tables.
He plans to buy the furniture gradually.
therefore.
I only bought the bed.
The goods were received.
Fang Zheng then learned that Song Xia had secretly gone to the shop owner and had all the furniture arranged for him.
He looked for her.
Song Xia said it was a gift for him.
Fang Zheng raised his hand and tapped Song Xia on the head: "You little rascal, don't be so nice to me, or people will say you're a 'sister-supporting demon' (a term used to describe someone who is obsessed with their uncle's affairs)."
Song Xia smiled.
“You’re my only uncle, so what’s wrong with helping you? I’m happy to help you! Every time you go out shopping, you haggle with people to get the lowest price, and on the way back you even give people rides to earn money. You don’t keep the money you earn, but you secretly put it into the money we give you to buy things. You think I don’t know about these things, but I know everything…”
When he came back, he helped other people with their work, which wasn't his job.
He was owed money but didn't receive a single penny.
Qiao Lianhua didn't know what they were talking about. Not being able to hear them and not wanting to get too close, she went to her husband and said, "Husband, let's build a house too, just like this one."
Brick and tile houses are nice, but they're expensive.
I think it's better to fix it like this.
Song Lao Er, however, wanted a house with blue bricks and tiles.
He whispered, "Instead of talking to me about repairing the house, why don't you talk to Mother and ask her to put in a good word for you so that your younger brother can also work in the workshop? Think about it, the three of us earn about ten taels of silver each a year, which is more than thirty taels for three people. If we have another person, wouldn't that be another ten taels of silver? That way, not to mention this kind of tiled house, even a brick house won't take long!"
"You think I don't want to? Didn't you see Song Xia's attitude before..."
Qiao Lianhua said this, but still went to find Granny Song. However, she was rejected as soon as she spoke.
Song Laosan and the others also wanted to build a house, but their ideas were different, so they just wanted to build one that was similar to Fangzheng's.
Because we made money.
Song Zhaodi got a new set of clothes this year, but Song Youdi didn't, and she felt extremely resentful.
Song Xia came over.
Song Youdi then approached her and said, "Song Xia, let me work in your workshop. I promise you, I will never cause trouble again, and I will listen to everything you say."
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