Old Lady Song was blocked by Yiming and couldn't get close to her third son, so she hurried to see her fourth son.
Upon seeing this, the fourth son's hand was visibly swollen, like an inflated urine bubble. It was so dark and purple that she was scared to death.
"Big brother, big brother, second brother, what are you still standing there for? Why don't you kill those damned things to avenge the third and fourth brothers?"
Song Dazhu was also shocked. The two best fighters in the family were just crippled like this?
After hearing what the old lady said, he not only did not go forward to hit anyone, but took a step back and hid behind his wife.
Damn it, I didn’t see the others fighting, but he was steering the boat from behind and saw it clearly.
The woman next to San Ya is too powerful, and the look in her eyes just now...
Song Dazhu felt that if he took action, would this woman also destroy him?
Who is this woman?
Why should you help that girl San Ya?
"Ah... these wolf cubs killed people. God, please show your power and take away the things that have been struck by lightning these days..."
When Old Mrs. Song saw that her eldest son and daughter-in-law did not take any action, she sat down on the ground, slapped her legs and started to make a scene.
"Shut up. Sanzhu's life or death is unknown. Are you still in the mood to make a fuss?"
Li finally arrived and saw the person lying on the ground, and he panicked.
But this old lady Song is very noisy.
The words reminded Old Lady Song to go see her eldest son.
She stopped howling, wiped her tears and snot, threw them on the ground, and wiped her body with her hands. He got up and walked towards his third son.
However, before he got there, he sat down with a thud with a "whoosh".
"Kill, kill, murder, the jinx killed her father, report to the police, report to the police quickly, I want to put them to death."
Old Mrs. Song pointed at Song Jinxiu's hand, trembling with fear and gritting her teeth.
"Hiss!" Li Dong also saw it and took a breath of cold air.
San Ya was seen holding a silver needle and stabbing it into Song Sanzhu's head. Along with the silver needle, a pool of blood flowed out.
He did not doubt that San Ya would kill her father. San Ya had a great master. Even Doctor Li admired her master. So, she must be saving people at this moment. Didn't you see that she was using silver needles?
"Saya? Can your father be saved?"
"After Song Jinxiu gave the last injection, she watched the blood clots come out, the bleeding stopped, and the diluted spiritual dew also acted on the brain nerves.
She nodded and said, "I shouldn't die."
But Song Sanzhu was knocked unconscious by a punch from his fourth brother, and he actually had a dream that lasted for a thousand years.
He dreamed that his second brother and fourth brother were fighting. He went to persuade them to stop fighting, but was knocked unconscious by his fourth brother with a punch.
When he woke up, he found that half of his body could not move.
At the beginning, his family hired a doctor for him, and Widow Sun took care of him wholeheartedly.
However, after taking several doses of bitter medicine, there was no improvement.
He could only curl up one hand, drag one leg, and barely take care of himself.
He cried and begged his parents to take him to the provincial capital to see a doctor. Dad sighed all night, and the next day he took him to the county Huimin Medical Clinic, which prescribed a half-month supply of medicine.
His father told him that he had never been to the provincial capital and was afraid of being cheated if he went there. If you take medicine for two more days in the county town, you will get better.
But he had listened at his parents' window until midnight yesterday and knew that they were reluctant to spend money because Dalang and Erlang were about to take exams and the family couldn't spend money carelessly.
Half a month passed quickly, and he still had no improvement after taking the medicine.
Widow Sun said that he was not liked by his family and she regretted marrying him and having to endure the anger of her mother-in-law.
He also wanted to go to the provincial capital to have a look. If he really couldn't see the result, he would give up. But what if he saw the result?
However, before he could leave, his brothers started clamoring to go home.
When we say it's his house, we mean his room is gone alone.
Widow Sun made a fuss, saying that her husband couldn't work anymore, so how could he survive at home?
The parents looked helpless and said that their son was no longer under their control. They were old and could not control him anymore, so they let their son live on his own if he could.
He begged his fourth brother, saying that he was the one who beat him and he had to take care of it.
The fourth brother looked impatient and said, "My second brother and I were fighting, why did you come here to make trouble? Now you are blaming me? I am still feeling wronged?"
He threw two pieces of silver to himself and said, "Brother, I have given you the two taels of silver I saved from my teeth. I have done my utmost to show my loyalty.
In the end, their room was kicked out.
After returning home, Widow Sun no longer showed any concern or care for him. Instead, she scolded him for eating for free every day.
Within two months, Widow Sun had a lover, and sometimes she did that with that man in front of him.
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he said a few words to her and was kicked out.
He was locked in the door, and no one opened it no matter how hard he knocked.
When Widow Sun refused to open the door, he called his beloved son Song Youcai.
This eldest son he had with widow Sun hid in the door and said to him, "Dad, stop arguing. My stepfather is stewing meat for me. If I open the door for you, what should I do if they don't give me meat?"
It was winter, it got dark early, the north wind was blowing, he was cold, he smelled the aroma of meat coming from the yard, he was hungry and cold.
Dragging one leg, trembling, he went to find his parents.
He saw a light in his parents' room, but when he shouted to open the door, the light in the room went out immediately. No matter how he called, no one responded.
He went to look for his eldest brother, but his eldest brother also kept the door closed.
He went to look for his fourth brother, who opened the door for him. As soon as the door was opened, the heat in the room made him shiver.
He leaned on the door frame and tried to step into the house to warm up, but he couldn't lift one leg. He tried to please his fourth brother with a shy smile, hoping that he could help him.
But the fourth brother suddenly pushed him with disgust and said harshly: "Did I let you in? You, my eldest uncle, are going into my sister-in-law's room. Do you still have any shame? Do you want to watch me and your sister-in-law do that?"
The fourth brother was ruthless and he was pushed down by him. He didn't feel any pain even though his hand was broken.
The fourth brother slammed the door shut and he lay on the cold ground, unable to stand up.
After a while, he crawled out of Old Song's house and crawled towards the ancestral hall.
He thought that the ancestral hall was sheltered from the wind and should be warmer.
However, it was too cold, and he had lost feeling in his hands and feet. When he climbed to the door of the ancestral hall, he could not push it open.
He wanted to call for help, but his voice was hoarse and no one could hear him.
He was in despair, knowing that he would most likely freeze to death that night.
Just as he was crying silently in despair, the door of the ancestral hall opened, and he saw a dark figure walking towards him with a cane and the light behind him.
He thought: Could it be that the ghost came to pick him up? I just don’t know if it’s the Black Impermanence or the White Impermanence?
It was not until the scar-faced man with half a leg missing dragged himself to a thatched hut and after he drank a bowl of hot soup that he finally burst into tears. ”
It was not because he was glad that he was not dead, but because the one who saved him was his son Song Chunsheng, who was cleansed by him.
And his son also lost half a leg.
Three children lived in one room, wearing tattered clothes and living on porridge every day.
Three children? He asked where San Ya had gone?
No one paid any attention to him.
Later he found out that San Ya hit her head and died after being in a coma for two days.
So the three children took him in.
He drank porridge with them every day, and they gave him whatever the children ate and did not treat him harshly.
But no one said a word to him.
Not a single person, not a single word.
The children were discussing things, saying how many days the sorghum rice would last, and whether their eldest brother was tired from cleaning the ancestral hall. When little Qiusheng's pants are torn, someone gives him an old pair. He should remember to repay the favor when he grows up.
He listened to them and cried very sadly, but they just ignored him, as if he did not exist.
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