"Humph, they say that San Ya, that bitch, saved someone and the noble rewarded her with silver. Bah, that stubborn guy, how could he save someone? He must have done something shameful to get the money."
Old Lady Song glared with her triangular eyes, raised her eyebrows, and said angrily: "She wants to sell her own kindness, but if she does something shameless, I think she will sink into obscurity."
Without an excuse to ask for the house, and without getting even a piece of pork, Mrs. Song became resentful.
Song Dazhu: "Mom, is it really impossible to keep the house? What about Dalang getting married?"
Old Lady Song grinned and said, "The house isn't finished yet, why are you in such a hurry? Humph, when they finish building it, I'll move in directly. Do they still dare to chase me, their dearest grandmother, out?"
Everyone bowed their heads: their family is also a well-known family. If they really kick them out, it will be really embarrassing.
The old wife curled her lips and said, "Brother, the old clan leader has gone. They actually asked the old clan leader to preside over the Liang. The village head is clearly trying to protect them."
Dazhu's wife had a white cloth wrapped around her head, and she felt so angry that her teeth were itching.
"Humph, what else is there to say? Didn't you say that he was adopted? I'm afraid the old patriarch must be very happy. Only those wolf cubs are ignorant. They dare to acknowledge the lonely star as their ancestor, and they are not afraid of being killed."
Today, Song Sizhu and Song Sizhu came back together. Song Sizhu, who works as an accountant in Yuanyang County, asked in confusion, "Dad, have you ever offended the head of the village? Isn't it obvious that he is supporting those people by doing this? Why?"
"Why else? It's just that your mother was a big mouth and told everyone about the unlucky star in his family, and the wife of the village head heard it."
When Mrs. Song heard this, she was unhappy.
"Song Dashi, you have no conscience. Didn't you say that at the time? But when they saw someone coming, they pushed my head. What's the matter? Now you blame me?"
"I was speaking quietly. When I saw the headman's wife from a distance, I shut up. You are nothing like me. You speak loudly with your eyes closed and don't even notice that there are no outsiders around."
"you……"
Seeing his parents angry, Song Sanzhu, who was squatting on the side, hurriedly said, "How long ago did that happen? I'm afraid the village head and the others have forgotten.
If you ask me, he is just jealous that I married a good wife and have a smart son, so he deliberately let a few ungrateful people break off the relationship and adopt the son. Is he trying to annoy me?
Everyone: What kind of magic potion did your widowed wife give you? Is it that good?
But because Widow Sun was present, everyone just complained in their hearts.
Song Dashi glared at Song Sanzhu and cursed, "You useless thing, you can't even control your own son."
Song Sanzhu was stunned. "Dad, what does this have to do with me? Dad asked him to leave the house, so they want to break off the relationship. Besides, they are all unlucky, so if they break off the relationship, they won't be able to succumb to it? Isn't this a good thing?"
Widow Sun held Song Sanzhu's shoulders and kneaded them, saying, "Sanlang is right. I think it's better for them to be adopted. This way, the jinx won't be able to hinder our family."
She sighed compassionately: "Alas! The star of misfortune meets the star of jinx. I wonder if the headman's family can subdue it."
Old Lady Song slapped her thigh and gnashed her teeth as she said, "Yes, they are definitely unstoppable. They will all be defeated to death."
Having said that, what Song Dashi regrets most now is that he kicked Song Chunsheng and his ungrateful friends out of the house.
No matter how scary a jinx is, it cannot be seen or touched, and it is difficult to tell whether it is real or fake.
That brick house is so solid that it makes people excited and anxious and want to occupy it.
These past few days he kept thinking, how good would it be if he had divided it up at that time?
Or if he could have asked a few stubborn guys to take an extra piece of clothing, he could have found an excuse to talk about family affection with a few ungrateful people.
I originally thought that since this grandson was a cripple and disfigured, it would be troublesome for him to find a wife in the future.
If you don't let him get married, how long will it take to support a disabled person?
And the third girl is so fierce that she would rather die than help her family. This is also something that we can't rely on.
Wu Ya was pale and thin, a maid, so he automatically ignored her.
As for Xiao Qiu Sheng, he had a big head, a big belly, thin arms and legs, and he looked so droopy that he couldn't even make a sound. It was clear that he would die young.
Originally, he didn't take these children seriously. He has so many grandchildren, so a few of them won't make a difference.
Since Chunsheng wanted to take them away, he followed their wishes, thinking that it would be better for them to die outside, rather than die at home and bring bad luck.
But who would have thought that San Ya would actually save the noble man?
After the founding of Liang, the four brothers and sisters held a thank-you banquet.
Because Empress Dowager Liang still had a lot of work to do, the thank-you banquet was postponed to the middle of the day.
At the end of the Shen time, dozens of tables were lined up in front of the village head's house on the main street.
The head grandmother was directing the group, and Aunt Qingshan, Aunt Qingshu, Aunt Cuihua, Aunt Wo, Aunt Huozi and others were busy serving the dishes. Half-grown children like Fuquan and Tietou were constantly serving dishes.
Tietou was eating vegetables while pinching a meatball and stuffing it into his mouth, but was slapped by Tietou's mother.
"If you keep eating secretly, I'll let you eat bamboo shoots and fried pork."
Fuquan said with a smile: "Auntie, I won't eat it secretly. Can you make a meatball for me? I am not allowed to eat the food here. I am so greedy."
"That's it, auntie, make one for me too."
"Give it back to me."
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"You are all greedy cats." Tietou Niang scolded with a smile, and stuffed meatballs into their mouths.
When the last plate of croquettes was served, the meal was complete.
The head of the village stayed up all night cooking sorghum to make wine, and he said a few polite words with dark circles under his eyes.
There is no doubt that when a few children are in trouble, everyone lends a hand, shows friendship and charity, and the children know how to be grateful and have good character. I will have to take better care of you in the future, etc.
In short, the final conclusion is: the Song family is united and friendly, the elders are charitable, and the younger generations are polite, and they will continue to carry forward the tradition.
Song Chunsheng and his two siblings bowed to their elders, and the thank-you banquet officially began.
After three rounds of drinking, the old clan leader said with a smile: "When Chunsheng's legs and feet are healed, I will personally hold a banquet to celebrate the death of my third brother."
Of course, several elders knew about Chunsheng and his family's adoption, and the clerks all pressed their fingerprints as witnesses.
But he didn't know what was going on, so he asked quickly.
Song Qingshan smiled and conveyed the fact that Song Chunsheng had been adopted by his third grandfather.
Qingshu also laughed and said, "I had wanted to hold a banquet to inform you a long time ago, but Chunsheng's leg hasn't healed yet, so it's inconvenient to offer sacrifices to the ancestors. So my grandfather decided to wait until Chunsheng's leg heals and he can walk before offering sacrifices to the ancestors and holding a big banquet."
"Oh, congratulations then,"
"Congratulations, everyone."
There was a lively exchange of greetings.
It was lively here, almost everyone in the village came. As the family members had difficulty walking, they also arranged for their family members to bring back some meals.
Only in the old Song family, eight-year-old Song Wulang and ten-year-old Song Siya sat among the children and ate heartily. None of the others came.
Song Wulang is the youngest son of Song Jizhu. He has a chubby face and looks nothing like his elder brother Song Jilang. He looks more like a member of the Song family, with a pair of peach blossom eyes.
While eating, he asked Qiu Sheng vaguely: "Brother Chunsheng was adopted. Are you also adopted? Will you still play with me in the future?"
Song Qiu Sheng said: "Let's play. If you don't hit me, I will play with you."
Song Wulang shook his head quickly, "I beat you because I treat you as my own. Since you are no longer my brother, I will not beat you. Will you still call me Fifth Brother in the future?"
Song Qiu Sheng tilted his head as he ate and thought for a while, "My elder brother and elder sister call you Grandpa, then I will call you Fifth Brother."
Song Wulang was unhappy, "Calling me like this makes it sound like my last name is Qian, but I don't have the same last name as my mother. Sun Tian is not the descendant of my third uncle, so she has the same last name as her mother. You might as well call me Brother Wulang."
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