separation of the family

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  "Don't hit me."

  Xiao Zhao leaned against the door and hugged her head subconsciously.

  The gatekeepers saw that it was the daughter-in-law of Mrs. Zhao, snorted, and stepped aside.

  Xiao Zhao was usually well-behaved and treated people gently and politely, so the villagers didn't want to embarrass her.

  Seeing that the gatekeepers ignored her, Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and ran away quickly.

  As soon as she arrived at the door of the clan leader's house, she saw the old man looking at her with his hands behind his back.

  She knelt down in front of the clan leader and cried, "Uncle, help me! They want to beat my husband to death."

  The clan leader looked at the woman kneeling on the ground coldly. He was a little worried that the group of reckless boys would cause a big disaster, so he walked towards the village entrance.

  There were many people gathered at the gate of Song Baqi's house at the entrance of the village, and even people from other villages were stationed far away to watch the excitement.

  The clan leader walked up to them, frowned and asked, "What are you trying to do?" He was not only the clan leader of the Song family in Songjia Village, but also the village chief, and he spoke with dignity.

  The noisy crowd quieted down instantly. Song Laoliu came over and clasped his fists to the clan leader: "Uncle, Song Jizu is too much of a bully. He dared to do such a thing to our villagers. If we don't teach him a lesson, the Song clan members will not be able to raise their heads when they go out in the future."

  The clan leader glanced at him: "Like you to teach me a lesson? Do you know that after you make such a fuss, Sanshun's wife will not be able to raise her head in the future?"

  Song Laoliu lowered his head.

  Just now, he was angry and only wanted to beat up Song Jizu, but ignored everything else.

  "Why don't you go back?" The clan leader scolded, and asked a few calm people to stay, and asked the others to go home quickly.

  Everyone was unwilling to let it go, but the clan leader said, so they had to retreat to the nearby crowd to watch.

  The clan leader stepped forward and asked to open the door, and walked in with a few people.

  The door was closed again, blocking the outside view.

  Several women and servants gathered in the old house of the Song family, which was only ten feet away from the new house. After comforting Wu for a while, they also went home one after another.

  Soon, smoke rose from the village, and each household began to cook.

  After washing up, Wu felt that it was too embarrassing to stay at the Song family, so she packed a few clothes, told her neighbor Qian Saozi, and picked up Chang'an to go back to her parents' home.

  Sister Qian held her and whispered, "Are you stupid? Going back to your parents' home at this time is exactly what they want. They hope you leave so that things can be settled peacefully. Listen to sister-in-law, just wait for them to give their explanation at home. Even if Samsoon is not at home, it's okay. The clan leader and two elders in the clan will make the decision for you. If it doesn't work, we are still there."

  Wu's tears fell, she wiped them with her sleeves and nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to sister-in-law."

  "That's right." Sister Qian scooped a ladle of wheat flour from the grain jar at home and handed it to Wu: "Make something for yourself first, and return it to me when you have grain."

  Wu took a ladle of flour and bowed to thank her: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

  "Don't be polite, go back and cook."

  "Okay."

  Wu came back from Song Laoliu's house, put the bundle into the box, and went to the kitchen to knead the flour to make noodles.

  Chang'an couldn't help, so he ran outside to play with the children.

  But all the children in the village had gone to the entrance of the village to join in the fun, so she didn't dare to go. Just then she saw Huahua coming back, so she went to greet her immediately: "Hua, Huahua."

  The big cat meowed at her, rubbing its body against its little master, sweeping its tail back and forth on her body, and making a purring sound in its throat.

  Chang'an squatted down and hugged the tabby cat, rubbing her soft fur with her little face, and stammered to complain: "Bad, bad uncle hit, hit me, it hurts so much."

  She rolled up her sleeves and wanted to show Huahua the bruises, but she couldn't find them after searching for a long time.

  "Yesterday, there were still some last night." Chang'an explained.

  Huahua meowed at her again and walked slowly forward.

  Chang'an hurried to catch up. He stammered as he walked.

  The child and the cat walked for a long time and came to a small bamboo forest.     Huahua rushed into the bamboo forest and soon took out a headless pheasant, which she placed at Chang'an's feet in a show-off manner.

  Chang'an opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Pheasant, pheasant!"

  "Meow!" The tabby cat called out and rubbed Chang'an with its head.

  Chang'an laughed, picked up the pheasant's wings, turned around and ran back.

  The pheasant was not big or heavy, and Chang'an ran home quickly.

  "Auntie!" She panted and dragged the pheasant to Wu: "Hua, Huahua, catch it!"

  Wu was very surprised. She took the pheasant and found that only the head was gone, and the rest was intact. She couldn't help but be surprised: "No wonder Huahua often doesn't go home, it turns out that she ran to the forest to catch pheasants."

  Chang'an nodded repeatedly.

  Wu smelled the pheasant again and found that there was no bad smell. She said happily: "I'll stew the pheasant later, and we'll have shredded chicken noodles in the afternoon."

  Chang'an's eyes smiled into crescents: "Eat, eat shredded chicken noodles."

  Huahua also meowed, indicating that she was there.

  Mrs. Wu squatted down and touched Huahua's head. She put the pheasant in a wooden basin first and would deal with it later. She took out two bowls of noodles from the pot and scooped a spoonful of noodles into the broken cat food bowl.

  "Come, let's have breakfast first." She handed a pair of chopsticks to Chang'an, and the two sat down at the small square table.

  While eating, they suddenly heard a commotion outside, and a man walked into the room quickly with a load on his shoulder.

  "Uncle!"

  Chang'an saw who was coming, jumped up from the small bench, and hugged the thin man's legs.

  Song Sanshun put down the load on his shoulders, bent down and picked up Chang'an, touched her bruised face, and turned to look at his wife.

  Mrs. Wu couldn't help crying when she saw her husband coming back.

  "You're back," she cried.

  Song Sanshun hugged Chang'an with one hand and his wife with the other, and asked in a low voice: "What happened at home? Why are there so many people around the new house?"

  After work, he walked for half a day and a night before rushing home. He saw many people standing at the entrance of the village. When asked, they refused to say what happened, and just asked him to go home quickly.

  Wu told her husband everything that happened yesterday and this morning, and cried, "Sanlang, let's separate the family. I don't want to see the people over there anymore."

  Song Sanshun moved his lips a few times, hugged his wife tightly, and nodded, "Okay! I'll go find my uncle now."

  The matter of dividing the family is not something that can be divided by one's own initiative, but also requires the approval of his biological father Song Baqi. What's more,

  there is no news from the second brother. If he insists on his own way, it is easy to be accused of being unfilial.

  In the current dynasty, it is also a crime to be unfilial to parents. If parents go to the government office to sue, they are likely to be imprisoned and beaten.

  Even worse, they will be sent to exile.

  "Don't worry, you just came back, take a rest first." Wu wiped her tears and went to knead the dough to make pancakes.

  A ladle of coarse flour was quickly used up.

  Wu looked at her husband who was sitting at the door of the stove to help light the fire, and she felt much more at ease.

  Having a man at home is like having a backbone. She suddenly had a lot of courage and was not afraid anymore.

  Chang'an nestled in his uncle's arms, stammering to complain.

  "My sister is bad, she scolds, scolds my parents, and, also, also scolds Aunt Chang'an."

  Song Sanshun listened quietly, the firelight in the stove shone on his thin face, flickering.

  (End of this chapter)