Before Song Xia could speak, Song Qiu retorted, "If you can believe what you say, pigs can fly!"
"you…"
Song Youdi wanted to scold Song Qiu, but he held back after thinking about it.
Song Xia opened her mouth and said, "I said before, I don't want you. I didn't want you before, and I won't want you in the future. If you want to work and make money, go find something to do yourself!"
You bitch! We're cousins, why is she treating us so differently?
That's outrageous!
Song Xia had other things to do. After eating, she went to the village head to talk about recruiting people. She planned to expand production this year, and the original number of people was naturally not enough. She planned to recruit two more teams.
The village head was overjoyed to hear this. After asking around, he immediately instructed his eldest son to notify everyone to come to their house for an interview.
Song Xia has four requirements for hiring: first, the candidate must be clean; second, the candidate must be diligent; third, the candidate must be in good health; and fourth, the candidate must be between thirteen and forty years old.
Of course, if the conditions are special, or if the physical strength is sufficient, she can be more lenient.
Many people in the village were hoping that Song Xia's family would hire someone.
now.
As soon as the village head's eldest son gave the order, everyone rushed to Song Xia's house. They all ran extremely fast, afraid that if they were too slow or arrived too late, they would all be gathered.
Song Youdi watched from outside, his eyes red with anger.
Seeing that Fang Xiaohong, who was usually close to her, was selected, an idea popped into Song Youdi's mind.
If she gets her hands and body laxatives, she'll put them on her.
She put it into the sweet potato vermicelli.
If the sweet potato noodles made by Song Xia's family cause stomach upsets when people eat them, their business will not be able to continue operating if this continues.
The more I think about it, the better it seems.
Song Youdi started chopping firewood and secretly went to town to sell it for money, which he then saved to buy laxatives.
She finally managed to scrape together the money in mid-February.
Looking at the laxatives she had painstakingly bought, Song Youdi suddenly felt a sense of dejection. She had gone through so much trouble to buy so little; what was she going to do with the rest of the laxatives?
That day.
Song Youdi was just about to make his move.
Yang Cuiniang and the others arrived because they had heard that Fang Zheng had built a new house in their village.
They had lived in mud-brick houses for so many years, and he had only been with Song Xia for a short time before he built a new house, a tiled house at that. Of course, they had to come and see if it was true.
After hearing their inquiries in the village, Song Youdi took them directly to Fang Zheng's house.
Fangzheng's house wasn't actually very big, with only two living rooms: a main room, a latrine, and a kitchen. As for the storage room, he built it himself at the back, using bamboo.
Although it's not very big.
It has all five internal organs.
Apart from the storage room, they were all tile-roofed houses.
Yang Cuiniang and the others stared with wide eyes.
Where is Fang Zheng now?
Yang Cuiniang asked Song Youdi.
Song Youdi opened his mouth and said, "He usually hauls goods for Song Xia and the others. If he's not at their house, he's out hauling goods."
Then she told them where Song Xia's home was.
Yang Cuiniang and the others all looked in the direction she pointed.
Fang Erzhuang's attention, however, was focused on her.
Although Song Youdi is only thirteen years old, she was previously favored at home, so she was better looking than Song Zhaodi and had fairer skin. However, she has deteriorated over time.
She wasn't very pretty, but in Fang Erzhuang's eyes, who hadn't been able to find a woman for a long time, she was still quite good.
He narrowed his eyes.
Fang Erzhuang said to Yang Cuiniang and the others, "Mother, you go and see if what this girl said is true. I won't go; I'll stay here and watch over her. If she gives wrong directions, we'll deal with her together when you come back."
"good."
Yang Cuiniang agreed.
After they left.
Song Youdi glared at Fang Erzhuang and said, "You guys are really asking for trouble! I gave you directions, and you treat me like this. Let me leave right now, or don't blame me for being rude!"
If Song Xia finds out that she was the one who gave them directions, she'll definitely teach her a lesson.
"You're welcome. How are you going to be rude to me?"
Fang Erzhuang quickly reached out and pinched Song Youdi's waist.
Song Youdi was so frightened that he turned and ran away.
Fang Erzhuang chased after him.
In his panic, Song Youdi lost his way and accidentally fell into a ditch, twisting his ankle.
Seeing his chance, Fang Erzhuang pounced on her and showered her with kisses.
Where had Song Youdi ever experienced anything like this?
She was terrified, frightened, and in pain. Without thinking, she screamed, "Help! Help! Someone please save me..."
Fang Erzhuang did not stop her.
He wanted everyone to see that she had become his woman.
Once she loses her innocence, why would he be afraid she wouldn't marry him?
Someone nearby heard Song Youdi's shouts, but because she was young and scared, she didn't dare to come over and ran back to call her grandfather.
When her grandfather came out with her and ran over to see what was happening.
Fang Erzhuang has succeeded.
"you…"
The little girl's grandfather, witnessing this scene, quickly pulled his granddaughter away, then called his wife back to watch over her while he went to the village head's house to inform him.
When Song Lao Er and the others found out.
Song Youdi had been rescued by the villagers, wrapped in clothes, and taken to the village ancestral hall. Fang Erzhuang was also taken to the ancestral hall.
When Yang Cuiniang and the others found out about the commotion at Song Xia's house, they all went to the ancestral hall with Song Xia and the others.
"Youdi, what's wrong?"
When Qiao Lianhua saw that Song Youdi's hair was disheveled, his face was red and swollen, his legs were covered with blood and bruises, his clothes were tattered, and he was wearing an old-fashioned dress over them, she felt terrible.
Song Youdi seemed to have lost her soul; no matter how she called out to her, she didn't respond.
Yang Cuiniang sized up Song Youdi and said, "Why are you holding my son hostage? She seduced my son and became his woman. Just let them get married. What are they doing here?"
"Who seduced you? Who seduced you! It was your son who bullied me and ruined me!"
Song Youdi shouted excitedly.
Yang Cuiniang rolled her eyes at her and said, "You say my son bullied you? How come my son didn't bully anyone else? You say it's not what I said, where's the evidence?"
"I'll beat you to death! I'll teach you to talk nonsense!"
Qiao Lianhua pounced on Yang Cuiniang and started hitting her.
Fang Dazhuang and his group stepped forward to help, and Song Laosan and his group all stepped forward to help as well.
In an instant, everyone was grappling with each other.
"Stop it, all of you!"
The village head shouted at them, but they still didn't stop. He then said he would report them to the authorities, and only then did they quiet down.
Fang Shuisheng coughed and said, "No matter what, what's done is done. Your daughter can't marry anyone else now, so why don't you marry my Erzhuang..."
Song Youdi shook her head while crying, her voice shrill: "I won't marry him, I'd rather die than marry him!"
"You have no choice but to marry me!"
"You might already be carrying my son's seed!"
Yang Cuiniang thought her son had done a great job; wouldn't she get a wife for free this way?
Fang Zheng was extremely grateful that he had severed ties with them; the more he looked at this family, the more disgusted he became.
Song Lao Er was also angry, but he didn't know what to do about it.
Granny Song glared at him irritably and said in a deep voice, "We'll find out what happened once we report it to the authorities!"
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