Unfilial son

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  Unfilial Son Song Sanshun heard the noise and came out. Seeing the two children fighting, he quickly separated them.

  In the end, Song Chengye and his sister went home crying.

  Wu checked that Changan was not injured and took her back to the house.

  But not long after, Song Baqi came to the door: "Song Sanshun! Get out here!"

  Sanshun, who was peeling wood and sickle, stood up immediately, "Dad, what's the matter?"

  "What's the matter?" Song Baqi stood at the door and cursed: "You're making trouble just after the separation, tell me! Why did you beat Chengye and Xiyue for no reason?"

  Sanshun hung his head and said, "No one beat them."

  "No one beat them? Don't think I don't know!" Song Baqi was so angry that he pointed at Chang'an who was shrinking in Wu's arms and cursed: "She is so vicious at such a young age, she should have been thrown into the river and drowned!"

  "Dad!" Sanshun raised his eyes and looked directly at his father: "If you want to scold, scold your son, don't involve Chang'an!"

  "You are a rebel!" Song Baqi raised his hand and slapped his son in the face, "I raised an unfilial son like you in vain!"

  Wu couldn't bear it anymore, ran over and pulled her husband behind her, angrily said: "Song Chengye hit me with a stick first, and then Chang'an pushed him. If you want to blame, blame me, don't hit Sanshun."

  "Of course it's your fault! Without you, a woman who stirs up discord in the family, how could Sanshun be disobedient and unfilial, and ask his father to separate the family?"

  Song Baqi pointed the finger at Wu: "You vicious woman, not only did you teach Chang'an bad, but you also instigated my son to be at odds with our family. How dare you stay in the Song family?"

  Wu burst into tears and shouted: "How did I instigate your son? How did I teach Chang'an bad? Your own grandson beat his aunt with a bamboo stick at a young age, why don't you say he didn't teach him well? Song Jizu bullied me when Sanshun was not at home, why don't you say he didn't teach him well?"

  Song Baqi was so angry that he was about to raise his hand to hit him, but his wrist was held by Sanshun.

  Song Sanshun said coldly: "Dad, go back quickly and ask a doctor to take a look at your grandson. If he is injured anywhere, I will pay for the medicine."

  "Evil creature!" Song Baqi was furious. He broke free from his son's grip and was about to slap him again, but he didn't expect to hear the voice of Song Laoliu behind him.

  "Uncle Baqi, we all saw it just now. Song Chengye beat his third aunt with a stick, and Chang'an just pushed him. You are biased, aren't you? Aren't Sanshun and Chang'an your own children?"

  Song Baqi's face changed several times, and he turned and walked away with a wave of his hand.

  Many neighbors stood inside and outside the fenced yard. They all looked at Song Baqi with disdain.

  Someone whispered: "I don't know what kind of magic potion that old Zhao gave Uncle Baqi, but he was willing to give up his biological son and worship his stepson as his ancestor."

  "Hehe, you don't know, I heard that old Zhao used to be a secret door, and she has a unique skill in serving people."

  "Is it true?" Some people didn't believe it.

  "How could it be false? Who in her husband's family doesn't know about it?"

  "No wonder. Tsk, Song Jizu is not the child of one of Mrs. Zhao's patrons? No wonder he came to the Song family."

  Whenever a widow remarries, it is impossible for the family of her ex-husband to allow the boy to be taken away, let alone take the surname of the new husband, unless the woman's ex-husband's family is extinct.

  But Mrs. Zhao's ex-husband clearly has two brothers, and when Song Jizu came, he was already eight years old. A child of this age can be a strong laborer in a few years. How could that family be willing to let him go?

  "Alas, dying under the peony flowers, becoming a ghost is also romantic. Song Baqi has gotten into the pomegranate skirt and is intoxicated. Not only is his headscarf green, but he is also willing to raise a turtle son."

  "That's right."

  "Hahahaha."

  Song Baqi left quickly under the teasing eyes of everyone and returned to the new house angrily.

  Mrs. Zhao saw that her husband looked bad, and she didn't dare to ask more questions. She quickly asked him to sit on the kang and took off his shoes and massaged his feet personally.

  He then told his daughter-in-law, Xiao Zhao, to bring some egg tea, and then said, "Alas, I told you not to go. Sanshun just separated from the family, so it's normal for him to be angry with us."     Song Baqi said nothing, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

  Mrs. Zhao picked up another piece of cloth and sewed it, her eyes kept wandering towards her husband. Seeing that his expression was gradually easing, she said softly: "No matter how resentful Mrs. Wu is, she shouldn't vent it on the children. How old are Chengye and Xiyue? Alas, their faces are red from being beaten."

  Song Baqi frowned and shouted: "Call Chengye here, I have something to ask him!"

  Mrs. Zhao was stunned, and quickly winked at Xiao Zhao: "Go call Chengye."

  Xiao Zhao glanced at her father-in-law and had to call her son and daughter.

  Song Baqi asked: "Chengye, did you beat your third aunt with a stick today?"

  Song Chengye denied it: "No! They beat me first!"

  "Yes! It was Changan who pushed my brother first." Song Xiyue agreed.

  Song Baqi breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Grandfather knows, you can go play."

  Song Chengye turned and ran, but Song Xiyue stood there without moving.

  She pondered for a moment and said, "Grandpa, Chang'an is a person who brings bad luck to relatives. Whoever gets close to her will be unlucky. Even the witch in Huaishu Village said that she has no relatives in her life, so you must not get close to her."

  Song Baqi frowned, "Did the witch really say that?"

  "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, go and ask." Song Xiyue was not worried about her words being exposed, because her grandmother had already arranged for the witch to prepare for the back-up.

  Song Chang'an must die, otherwise her plan will easily fail.

  But if she died inexplicably, others would definitely report her to the government.

  Only by giving her a bad name and making people close to her unlucky, and when everyone avoids her, no one will be willing to take care of this kind of trivial matter.

  This was what her grandmother told her.

  Song Baqi frowned even tighter, "I'll go and ask when I have time."

  After he was nearly fifty, he was particularly afraid of death and was most taboo about these things. If Chang'an was really born with bad luck,

  Old Man Song didn't dare to think about it.

  He also knew that Chang'an was his granddaughter, so she should be closer to him than his stepfather's children. However, his stepfather had been more filial to him than the two sons since he was a child. He not only cared about him but also offered him food whenever he ate something delicious. Unlike

  the two, they were like starving ghosts reincarnated. Whatever they got, they stuffed it into their own mouths without asking their biological father first.

  Alas, it was all injustice.

  Song Baqi sighed and put his feet into the quilt to cover them.

  Thanks to Zhao's service over the years, he lived very comfortably, so he didn't pay much attention to the two sons.

  Since the granddaughter was unkind to her, let her stay in Sanshun's house, and he would do his best.

  Seeing that his cheap grandfather had listened to him, Song Xiyue smiled slightly and turned to find her aunt.

  Since she was reborn, she had coaxed this stupid aunt around. There were some things that she might as well let her do.

  For example, send some food with added ingredients to Chang'an and her cheap uncle and aunt.

  The reason she didn't do it before was because she hadn't figured out how to deal with that little bitch.

  Now, she has a hundred ways to kill Chang An.

  For example, feed her something mixed with cat's eye grass juice.

  (End of this chapter)