The head of the village lives in the west of the village, and Chunsheng's house is at the easternmost end of the village.
Xiao Qiu Sheng ran in front, while Song Jinxiu and Song Jinfang each helped Fuquan push the cart.
Along the way, the aunts and aunties we met greeted us warmly.
"Chunsheng is out of the hospital? Your legs are better now, right?"
"Okay, but I can't move around freely yet,"
"That's right. It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Eh? Isn't this Sanya? Aren't you? Huh? You weren't sold?"
Song Jinxiu couldn't help but feel upset.
"Aunt, why do you ask that? We broke off our relationship because they wanted to sell Jinxiu. How could they sell my sister again?" Song Chunsheng's face sank.
"Oh, now you are rich, right? All the donated money has been returned, and you are still building a house and treating your legs. People in the village say that you sold San Ya..." The aunt who was speaking smiled at Jinxiu a little embarrassedly.
Song Jinfang was not happy about them talking about her sister like this, so she said loudly:
"No, it's not. My sister saved a noble man's life. In order to repay the favor, he gave us some money, so we built the house. Besides, we also need to buy land."
"Oh, is that so? Who is the fool who spread rumors? I'm telling you, you guys are all blessed. Saving a life is probably not easy, and it's only right that you're rewarded."
Two brainless gossipers, one was eating melon seeds with his hands on his stomach, the other was picking his yellow teeth with a melon seed shell, and they were looking over here.
It was Widow Sun and Song Xiaozhu's wife Qian Daya.
Widow Sun frowned and pouted, "Eh? Sister-in-law, look, are those the ones walking over there?"
"Aren't they those bastards? Are they back from the hospital? Then go talk to Sanzhu and ask him to stop them."
Widow Sun ate a bad melon seed and quickly spat it out.
“Pooh, pooh, pooh.
Why stop him? It's so loud, didn't you hear it? Didn’t I say that the money was a reward from the person who saved my life? We are all no longer related. Will the money they received as a reward for their kindness be given to you? ”
"Isn't Sanzhu their biological father? Even if the relationship is severed, he is still their biological father. Why can't they keep him?"
"Come on, when the whole village donated money to Chunsheng to treat his leg, I said we should give him some, after all he is Sanzhu's biological son. Others have given money, but if we don't, it would be too cruel.
You guys were clamoring and refusing to give in, and you didn't care, but who knew that several elders would scold us in the face?
Sister-in-law 괗 also urged the three of us to go and ask for money? We Sanzhu still have some dignity and we want money, so why don’t you let Brother 괗 go? ”
Qian Daya choked. This widowed Sun who just married was really annoying. She never showed respect when talking to her sister-in-law. But she couldn't do anything to him.
This is the third brother's darling. If she speaks harshly, even if her eyes turn red and she squeezes out a few drops of cat urine in front of the third brother, the third brother will rush over and make trouble with the head of the family.
And because Widow Sun came with all her belongings, including a house and several acres of land as a dowry, her parents-in-law turned a blind eye to her.
Why! The original third brother's wife is still the best. She does whatever you ask her to do. If she was not happy, she would tell her third brother, and he would give her a good scolding.
Qian Daya rolled her eyes, turned around and went home.
She had to go home quickly to tell her mother-in-law that those ungrateful people were not only building houses but also buying land. She didn't know if they had any money left.
Widow Sun snorted coldly. She also couldn't stand this family. What kind of brains do they have?
The severance of the engagement caused such a big fuss that not only Songjia Village but also the neighboring villages knew about it.
Now that he has money, you want his money again, and you only want the money, not the person. What good thing are you thinking about?
Widow Sun really couldn't afford to lose face with that man. She always liked to scheme, but she also wanted a reputation. She was the kind of person who wanted to... and build a good reputation at the same time, and she considered herself to be smart.
If it were her, she would have no choice but to ask for money.
This person needs to be melted by emotion.
Be nice to him, speak softly when necessary, and show your true feelings when necessary.
As long as you perform sincerely and as long as he thinks you are doing him good, then it's basically done.
Isn't it the case that Song Sanzhu is held in her hand? What about those children?
She knew what to do, but she wouldn't tell him.
She is a stepmother and is destined to be a different kind of person from her ex-husband's children.
In the eyes of several children, they were the culprit that caused their mother to be divorced. How could they expect her to be filial to them when she was old? I'm afraid I wish I could die sooner!
So she would be happy if those children could break off their marriages. Who would be willing to be someone else's stepmother? Working hard but getting no thanks?
Besides, what's the point of saying it?
It is the three pillars who have spent their time, brains and energy pretending to be good people. Can they be given three rooms after receiving the benefits?
No, the old man only thinks about Dalang and 괗郎.
As for their own son, humph, don't think she can't see that these two old guys have always suspected that their second son Song Youcai is not their biological grandson.
Several times she saw these two old guys pulling her and her ex-husband's sons Youtian and Youcai to watch.
Humph, how could two brothers born from the same mother not look alike? Could this prove that these two children have the same father?
It's impossible to prove a father. Youtian's father has been dead for many years. Could it be that Youcai is the child of her and the dead ghost?
What a bunch of idiots.
If Song Sanzhu wasn't good-looking and simple-minded, he would be easy to control. She wanted to find a father for her child, and she really didn't like the Song family.
The four brothers and sisters saw from afar that their yard was bustling with activity.
The headman’s eldest son, Song Fusheng’s father, Song Qingshan, came over with a smile.
"Chunsheng is back?"
"Uncle," Song Chunsheng called out, and hurried out of the car. He supported himself with crutches, bent his plaster-cast leg, and stood up.
Song Qingshan looked at the plaster on his leg and asked, "What's that white thing on your leg?"
"It's a plaster cast. Wrapping it like this will keep my leg safe inside. After a few days, when the bone has grown solid, I can knock it open."
Song Qingshan bent down and knocked on it, praising it: "Oh, this thing is good, it looks like a tortoise shell. Plaster? Could this be the plaster that San Ya came up with?"
Song Jinfang said proudly: "Well, it was my sister who came up with it, uncle. My sister is very smart. Doctor Li even said that my sister is a genius."
"Really? Sanya's brain is really useful."
As everyone was talking and laughing, Song Qingshan pointed to the yard and said:
"The frames of the main hall and the east wing have been basically completed, and we are just waiting for the east wing to be built so that we can lay the beams.
Your grandfather, the head of the village, said that 껗梁 must choose a good day and have someone calculate the time so that the family can have a stable home and prosperous descendants. ”
Song Jinxiu said quickly: "I'm sorry to have Grandpa and Uncle, Uncle, worry about it."
"We are a family now, so we shouldn't say such foreign words. Besides, your uncle and I are just like the villagers, and we get paid in RMB every day."
Song Jinxiu said: "You can't do that. Uncle is not only working, but also in charge of this business. Uncle is also sleeping here at night to watch things. How can he only take the wages of a laborer?"
Song Qingshan said with a smile: "What? Are you going to give me a bonus for being a manager?"
Song Jinxiu nodded, "Well, isn't this what should be done?"
"Okay, you," Song Qingshan nodded at Song Jinxiu, then looked at Chunsheng and asked, "Chunsheng, do you want to give Uncle more money?"
Song Chunsheng quickly said, "No extra money, I'll buy some wine for uncle when my leg gets better."
"Hey, that's right, San Ya, it seems that you are still out of touch with your uncle!" He pointed at Song Jinxiu and shook his head, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to say, "Then, I'll buy some meat for uncle."
Song Jinfang: “I’ll buy it too”
Xiao Qiusheng: "And me, I'll buy some wine too."
"Hahaha, okay, then uncle, wait for the wine and meat."
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