Of course, because Song Erzhu made a lot of money as an accountant, their darling could also be counted as Song Erzhu's eldest son, Song Erlang. After all, Song Erlang also has the hope of passing the examination to become a scholar.
Then Song Wulang, the second son of the second wife, is not that important, right?
Song Wulang was captured and struggled to run, but with a loud bang, he was pushed to his knees with a plop.
"Waaaaa, grandma, grandpa, save me, mother, save me..." Song Wulang cried loudly with fear.
Song Jinxiu did not hesitate, "Three..."
Yiming raised the dagger with all his might.
Song Jinxiu stared at the old couple Song Shishi, but they actually closed their eyes.
Oh my god, even a tiger won’t eat its own cubs. Isn’t Song Wulang your grandson? How cold-blooded must one be to be so indifferent?
It was so sad to meet such elders. She was extremely grateful to have escaped from this group of scum, and extremely grateful that her brother and sister-in-law had not yet learned the selfish and cold character of the old Song family.
"No, I said, don't chop off my son's flesh."
Qian Xiaoya stumbled out of the house and stood in front of her son.
Seeing Qian Xiaoya's behavior, Song Jinxiu finally didn't feel so disgusted. No matter what this person's character was, at least she did what a mother should do, which was somewhat humane.
Qian Yuhu stood beside her youngest son and said, "I said, Erlang is carrying Qiu Sheng to the county town. You can still catch up with him now."
"You damned woman, when will Erlang come back? You even harmed your own son?"
Song Yushi raised his walking stick and started beating him.
"Dad, I can't just watch Wu Lang die!"
Song Sizhu just gave this woman a light push, but the body was gone. This woman was really ruthless and was not joking.
"What are you afraid of? It's just right that we don't have any. We will make them lose everything they have."
Mrs. Song also rushed to ask for money. This woman was really stupid. She ruined such a good opportunity.
"Don't hit my mother," Song Wulang cried while curled up in Qian Xiaoya's arms.
"You were the ones who planned to sell Qiu Sheng, why did you hit my mother?"
Children's words should be believed. Song Jinxiu gave them a cold look and said, "You'd better pray that my brother is okay, otherwise I will never have peace with you."
Song Jinxiu turned around and walked out of the Song family's house. She said to the servants, "Smash the Song family's house. Don't leave a single bowl behind."
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There was another burst of crying and cursing behind me. Song Jinxiu didn't even turn her head.
If you dare to touch my family, you are touching the reverse scale of the dragon.
Since Song Erlang took his younger brother to sell it, we can chase him and look for him.
Yiming said, "I'll go and harness the ox cart."
Song Jinxiu shook her head, "The oxcart is too slow, let's run there."
Fatty's father said quickly, "Hitch a donkey cart. Donkeys run fast. I have one at home. I'll go right away."
The donkey cart was indeed faster than the ox cart, but Song Jinxiu was still extremely anxious.
It would be nice to have a motorcycle.
No, a horse will do.
There has never been a moment like this when I had such a strong expectation that my stepfather would be able to make a name for himself and become an official.
When there was an official at home, she would buy a Ferghana horse to raise.
Fatty's father drove the cart, along with Yiming, and two other men bought from home, one with zinc and the other with calcium.
Galvanized and Calcium are two of the five men bought by Song Jinxiu.
The five of them were in their forties and the youngest was three. They are all strong laborers.
Song Jinxiu named them according to their age, from the youngest to the youngest: Latte, Calcium, Zinc, Selenium, and Bronze.
Just as the donkey cart was about to leave the village, Aunt Cuihua's voice was heard from behind.
Aunt Cuihua called from behind: "Jinxiu, wait a minute, wait for me."
Song Jinxiu frowned. She wanted to fly out of the county town, so why was Aunt Cuihua making trouble now?
However, Fatty's father had already stopped the donkey cart.
Aunt Cuihua was out of breath and said as she ran, "Widow Ma, huh, look, huh, Erlang, carry the things and go to the direction of the old grave."
The old tomb is the ancestral tomb of the Song family.
Aunt Cuihua panted and said, "From what Widow Ma said, it is possible that the person Erlang carried on his back was Qiu Sheng."
Song Jinxiu jumped out of the car and asked, "Where is Aunt Ma?"
Aunt Cuihua pointed behind her and said, "Yes, at my house."
Qiu Sheng is missing, and the whole village is looking for him.
Widow Ma naturally knew this too.
Widow Ma was three years old, childless, and lived alone. She had her period these two days and was resting at home.
Hearing that Chunsheng's family had received wages today, she drank a bowl of brown sugar water at home before going out.
Because she lived in the back street, she took a shortcut and passed by the alley next to Old Song's house.
Only then did I see Song Erlang carrying a sack and walking westward.
She was curious and stopped to look for a while, but when she saw it was in the direction of the old grave, she didn't think much about it.
After all, no one can guarantee that there will be no trouble in any family. When there is trouble, it is common to ask for the protection of ancestors.
Even she felt uncomfortable and depressed, so she would go to the dead ghost's grave with a pot of wine and complain.
By the way, burn some paper money for him, let him eat and drink well over there, don't think about her, and don't come back to find her. She wanted to live a few more years.
So she thought Erlang was carrying something to worship his ancestors.
She was also thinking that Erlang would soon take the exam to become a scholar, so she had to burn more paper money to pray for him to pass the exam. After all, it would cost money to take care of the ancestors, right?
Now that they heard that Qiu Sheng was abducted by Song Erlang, they realized that something was wrong.
Song Jinxiu frowned. The Song family's ancestral tomb was backed by mountains and faced the water, with a road ahead leading to the distance. It is an excellent Feng Shui treasure.
But since the Tongshui River is to the south of the old tomb, it is not close to the county town from the old tomb. How could Song Erlang go there?
She suddenly remembered what Brother Fusheng once said: Song Erlang wanted to put his younger brother in a sack and throw him into the river.
Song Jinxiu couldn't help but feel cold on the soles of her feet.
Without time to think, she ran towards the Tongshui River in the direction of the old grave. Yiming followed closely behind.
If you run fast, the torch will be extinguished long ago.
There is no moon tonight, but only stars. Relying on the faint light of the stars, Song Jinxiu walked quickly, feeling anxious. Soon a few people were left behind.
Yiming followed closely behind. Song Jinxiu's speed made Yiming shocked.
After two years of hard training, I was actually slightly better than him. I didn't expect that this young master was in such good health.
Moreover, they took a small path. Since they were not familiar with the road and it was night, she was almost scratched by the brambles on the roadside several times.
And the young master seemed to be able to see at night as if walking on flat ground, which was really impressive.
The path leads to the old tomb, and passing through the old tomb is the Tongshui River.
The road to the old graves was even more difficult to walk on. Clusters of graves were scattered in an orderly manner, and in front of the graves people had built semicircles of stones. People in the circle come to burn paper and pay tribute.
This place is really remote, usually there are no people here, and at night, there are even the sounds of insects.
"Miss, there is someone ahead."
Sure enough, Song Jinxiu also heard a burst of suppressed crying.
"Yes, little brother."
Song Jinxiu quickly followed the sound.
Perhaps the crying stopped when she heard footsteps.
Song Jinxiu shouted, "Qiu Sheng, it's me, where are you?"
"Sister 꺶,"
A dark figure ran out from behind a grave and hugged her.
"Wow, sister, come and check on uncle, is he dead?"
"Uncle?" Song Jinxiu asked in confusion. Qiu Sheng was in her eyes now.
Yiming quickly lit a torch.
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