"Nonsense, why are you complaining to the emperor? We are all family. San'er? San'er is indeed a very decent girl. You can talk to her later. It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. As long as you brothers are arranged, I, as a grandfather, will not bother with her."
Song Dashi acted like a magnanimous patriarch, tapping his pipe.
Song Si Ya asked happily: "Grandma, if you were the emperor, would you be able to become a princess?"
Everyone in the room excitedly expressed their demands and looked forward to a better future.
Song Sanzhu opened his mouth and tried to speak several times but was interrupted.
Song Sanzhu stood up silently: They all have beautiful thoughts, as if the world belongs to the Song family. They all think about their own good things, and no one asks if their children are doing well.
What about Qiu Sheng’s friends?
When he first arrived in the village, the children he met still knew to ask after Qiu Sheng. These blood relatives, no wonder the children wanted them so much.
Still suing the emperor? OK! Go ahead and sue me! If you want to end up like Shuangwu, go ahead and sue me!
Song Sanzhu felt that the whole family was going to die, so he stopped them and let them go.
He stood up, staggered out of the door, and said to Li and You Yu who were left in the yard, "Let's go to the house and sleep."
In the main room, everyone was still talking and imagining the future, and no one noticed that Song Sanzhu had left.
Maybe I found out, but it just seemed too good to be true, so I just didn't bother to pay attention to him.
However, when the three arrived at the door of the west wing, they were stunned.
Qian Daya was leaning against the door holding Song Erlang's tablet. When she saw them coming, she bared her big yellow teeth and said sarcastically, "This west wing is yours now. Third brother, do you want to sleep in the same room with my second sister-in-law?"
Song Sanzhu frowned and looked at her: "This is my house, how can you occupy it?"
"Who's occupying this nest? This is what Dad gave to our second wife. What? Are you trying to steal it?"
Qian Daya's characteristic loud voice finally alarmed the people who were fantasizing in the room.
Song Erzhu was the first to rush out and explained, "Third brother, this is what happened..."
It turned out that Dalang was getting married, and this house was big enough for him to live in, so Song Sanzhu's house was naturally requisitioned.
Song Sanzhu asked expressionlessly: "Where do you live then?"
Everyone looked at each other: Really? Where do you live?
Song Sanzhu looked at the expressions of the crowd. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to his return so much, but they didn't even clean up the place where he lived?
He also fantasized about bedding that smelled like sunshine and missed the love of home.
This family relationship is so sad!
Song Dazhu's wife said, "Third brother, Chunsheng's mansion has many houses. They don't have a master at home now, and a group of servants are enjoying themselves there. They also said that our parents could live there.
놖늀 thought that since 놊 had let them live there, third brother was their biological father, so it was only right for third brother to live there.
So I didn't prepare a place for my third brother to stay.
Besides, my third brother is used to living in a big house in the capital, so how could he be interested in our shabby house? Right, third brother? ”
Old Lady Song said, "San'er, if you're so embarrassed, come on, I'll go with you."
"No use." Song Sanzhu said this coldly, led You Yu and Li Xiao, and turned back to leave the Song family.
A gust of wind blew, and Song Sanzhu couldn't help but shiver.
"Sir, put on your clothes."
Li 늅 put the cloak in his hand on Song Sanzhu. It was still a bit cold on this March night.
Song Sanzhu hugged the cloak tightly, which was a reward from Qiu Sheng. The poached chicken he cooked was delicious, and his youngest son took him shopping and bought him a cloak.
Seeing Song Sanzhu sniffling, Li asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"
Song Sanzhu: "I miss my son."
Li 늅:……
Yu Yu: ...
Song Sanzhu wiped his face and said with a wry smile: "I'll let you two see a joke. Now you are homeless, do you two want to stay in the big house at the east end for one night?"
Li 늅 asked: "Master, what about you?"
Song Sanzhu shook his head and said, "I want to walk around and be quiet."
Li was about to speak, but Yu pulled his clothes and whispered, "Go find the magistrate, and follow me."
Li 늅 understood and hurried to find Zhang Zihan.
The night in Songjia Village is quiet. Under the moonlight, the sounds of children playing and dogs barking can be heard from time to time.
Song Sanzhu wandered aimlessly and unknowingly came to the door of the ancestral hall.
The lights were on in the ancestral hall, and the voice of the old patriarch could be heard faintly.
Song Sanzhu didn't dare to go in and disturb them, so he leaned against the door frame and counted the stars.
The old patriarch's nagging voice could be heard intermittently in my ears.
"Grandfather, the children are all promising. Our child is a princess, a princess!
Why! To be honest, when Xiu Yatou became a princess, she was so happy that she sang little songs in her heart every day.
But ever since she became a princess, she has been a little worried. The child is still young, and she has been blessed by the emperor to be a princess of this super-first-class country. She doesn't know how many people are jealous of her.
It's not easy to raise a child. It's heartbreaking to think about a child of this age taking care of all this stuff all by himself.
But now things are good, Zi Han is doing well and has passed the imperial examination. From now on, there will finally be someone in the court who can help her.
Old ancestor, rest assured, I am still in good health and will take good care of the Song family for the children. There is no such thing as peace. Once you pass this hurdle, no one can hold you back.
The old patriarch kept on rambling.
Song Sanzhu sniffed. He was the biological father, but it seemed that he could only be a hindrance.
When Zhang Zihan led people to find him, Song Sanzhu was already asleep wrapped in a cloak.
Zhang Zihan sighed and motioned to Li Xiao to carry the man back to the big house in the east for resettlement.
No words were spoken that night.
The next day, the first thing Song Sanzhu did when he woke up was to shave his head.
Li Xiao frowned and asked, "Master, this hair is so easy to grow that I can hold it, do I really want to shave it?"
Song Sanzhu: "Shave your head, shave your head and become a monk, then your parents can always rely on you, right?"
Li Xiao: "Is there no other way?"
"You are so stupid, do you have any good ideas?"
Li 늅 shook his head: "Then let's just shave our heads."
He also knew what to do with the father and mother in the master's family.
So, Song Sanzhu became a bald man.
While Li Xiao put the wig on him, he said, "Master, you should wear this wig normally. You can take it off whenever you want to become a monk."
"Yeah, you're thoughtful. My scalp is quite cold without hair, so wearing a mask can keep me warm."
While eating, Zhang Zihan looked at him dressed like this and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"Can you tie your hair up? Normally you can wear a hat, but why do you wear a wig?"
"Would you like to shave your hair?" What do you think? Zhang Zihan couldn't help but go forward to check.
Sure enough, this guy shaved his head. Why?
Zhang Zihan was speechless after hearing the truth from Li 늅.
"Your brother is being unreasonable. It's okay to ignore him. Why did he shave his head?"
"Are they so easily dismissed?"
While the two were talking, a servant came to report: Song Erzhu is here.
Song Erzhu shouted in the yard: "Third brother, let's go, let's go earlier and come back earlier."
Song Sanzhu was stunned, "Where to?"
"Of course, you want to get a job as an official for 놖?"
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