When Song Sanzhu saw that Erlang wanted to harm his son, what could he do?
Song Sanzhu is not Zhang Bangchui, he is also a seven-foot-tall man, tall and strong. Immediately he started wrestling with Song Erlang.
However, as soon as he started, Song Sanzhu knew that he was no match for his nephew.
Ever since I got my dear widow Sun, I have been partying almost every night, and my body has been drained.
Later, he pretended to be paralyzed and had no food to eat. Naturally, his body was not as strong as the vigorous Song Erlang.
Zhang Bangchui and his son wanted to come over to help, but were scolded by 놛.
"Get out? This is our family affair. I'm cleaning up the mess. No one is allowed to interfere. Get out now."
Zhang Bangchui also knew that he couldn't help much in this state, and it would be dangerous for Xiaoqiu to stay, so he said, "You are alone."
He pulled Xiaoqiu and ran back.
The sun was setting in the west, and the road was no longer visible. Neither of them was familiar with the place, so they could only run back along the same path instinctively.
But the old cemetery was full of heads, and the weak scholar Zhang Bangchui kicked one on the head and sprained his ankle.
I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk, and my head was dizzy from too much blood loss. I wouldn't let go if I left, and I wouldn't let go if I stayed.
It was at this time that Song Jinxiu and others came over.
At this time, the old Song family, which had been smashed and destroyed by Song Jinxiu's orders, was completely silent.
When Song Dazhu came back from going out to get the news, his face was ashen.
"Erlang was caught trying to drown Qiu. Now the matter has become a big deal. Dad, how will this end?"
Old Lady Song was tired of scolding. She wiped her mouth and said fiercely, "She deserved to be drowned. If I had known that the little girl was so vicious, I should have drowned her too!"
Her wardrobe was broken, there was a big hole in the bottom of her pot, and her bowl was full of waste...
Song Sizhu showed a sinister smile on his face. What's the big deal about the death of one person? It would be better if all of them died!
Because the bed was also smashed by the Song family.
Song Da was sitting on a pile of wooden shelves, smoking a pipe with his head down.
Ever since my house was smashed, I have been thinking about one thing. That's the children today, they are completely different from before. It's not something that can shake you.
San Ya's sharp eyes and cold words could destroy this house with a wave of her hand, and I couldn't stop her and was powerless.
Even Sizhu, who had always loved to fight and contend, became gloomy and timid because of losing a hand. He squatted in the corner and didn't even dare to raise his head.
San Ya's change was so great that she went from being furious to now thinking about him.
After most of my life, I considered myself to be a wise man.
He who acts will fail, and he who holds on will lose. When dealing with powerful hegemons, we should avoid their edge and keep a distance from them.
Although I am not well educated and can read few words, my father taught me this sentence when I was a child, and I have always remembered it.
Therefore, if you go to work in the county town, you can earn money safely.
I was able to purchase five mu of land by myself, which was enough for Dalang and Erlang to study in the academy. If Dalang could become an official, then our Song family would have changed its status, and we would be the first in Songjia Village.
The head of the village and the old clan leaders all had to stand aside.
And my second younger brother also went to the county town to work, but ended up disabled. What is the situation of our family now?
So, I have been educating Dalang like this since he was young.
When did it start? Is everything out of control?
Yes, ever since San Ya hit her head.
Song Da opened his eyes in confusion.
My grandmother also said that the tighter you hold a handful of sand, the more it will flow away. If you turn it into a puddle of mud, whether you use it to paste the stove or the kang, isn't it up to you?
Song Da regretted why he let a few ungrateful people break off the engagement. Once you leave home, you become a pile of loose sand, unable to hold on to anything.
I know that I can no longer confront these ungrateful people head-on.
Even now, the dead girl smashed and destroyed things, but we were helpless.
Fight back? After a quick look around, I found that no one at home could do this.
Let her pay? Forget it. Last time I just wanted to make some money, but ended up with one person paralyzed and one disabled.
They wanted to seek justice and report to the police, but their clansmen protected them and their neighbors helped them. When they went to the government, they could only prove that Sizhu was injured accidentally, and that Sizhu's injury was their own fault.
Alas, the third pillar is useless, the fourth pillar is damaged, and the second pillar is slippery and cannot be relied upon. Now, except for the honest and timid eldest boss, who else can you rely on?
If Song Jinxiu knew about the changes in Song Dali, she would probably be surprised.
This is indeed a wise old man, who can judge the situation and make decisive moves at any time.
It's a pity that you were wrong from the beginning. A brave man cuts off his arm or his tail to save his life, but it depends on who you are giving up.
Being so indifferent to one's blood relatives means that one is lacking something, and that is love.
놛There is no fatherly love for his children, and even less kindness for his descendants.
놛 is only selfish and heartless. Even Song Dalang is just a tool for him to dominate Songjia Village in the future.
What’s even scarier is that they want to treat their own ideas as golden sayings and pass them down from generation to generation.
"Dad, please tell me what to do about this."
Song Dae-woo looked up from the smoke, "Is Qiu dead?"
Song Dazhu shook his head: "It seems that he is not dead, and he was saved by me. Dad, it is not a small matter that he is not dead. The clan leader will open the ancestral hall and deal with him according to the clan rules."
Song Da took a puff of cigarette and said calmly, "Write to Erzhu. This is your son. Let him handle it. I am old and incompetent. I will live with you in the future. Dazhu, I am counting on you."
Song Dazhu was a little confused. What was going on?
This is exactly what Erlang is talking about.
"Even if Erzhu comes back, won't there be some trouble? Erlang might have to go to jail, and Dalang still has to take the imperial examination, Dad?"
Will it affect Dalang's career if someone in the family goes to jail?
Song Dazhu's wife suddenly understood that her father-in-law wanted to divide the family.
If we follow you, then Erzhu making money will have nothing to do with us, right?
Now that Sizhu has lost one of his hands, he can no longer do that job. Without Sizhu's income, and with Erzhu missing, how will this family survive in the future?
Mrs. Song is not stupid either. The old man is splitting up the family business in order to protect Dalang's career.
snort! Then I have to think carefully about how much money is appropriate for us to pay as filial piety every year. But you can't be like the paralyzed third brother who doesn't pay a penny.
Each family has their own thoughts and no one cares about Song Erlang's life or death. Song Erlang's biological mother, Qian Daya, was locked up in the house by the old two and was unaware of what was happening outside.
Because Song Erlang was stupid.
They all said that he had offended his ancestors and was punished. Therefore, the clan let the matter of 놛's murder of Qiu 눃놅 go unresolved.
So the Song family did not split up.
Zhang Bangchui woke up as soon as he got home and ran to the toilet.
After running to the toilet several times, my family was worried about calling a doctor overnight, but I felt more refreshed and my injuries healed a lot.
The whole family found it magical.
Because there was a precedent of Song Erlang being punished by the ancestor, the villagers said that it must be the ancestor's spirit appearing, and this was to thank him for saving the descendants of the Song family.
Song Jinxiu knew that it might be the drop of spiritual dew that was diluted five hundred times that had the effect.
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