Not a good person

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  Song Sanshun had heard his father chase him away for the second time, and he felt sad.

  He clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind to move away from here when he saved enough money.

  "Sanshun, your father was just talking in anger, don't take it seriously." Song Laoliu saw Sanshun's embarrassment, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's get out of here quickly, and when there is a temple fair in Tieniu Town the day after tomorrow, we will go to sell Buddhist beads together."

  Song Sanshun nodded, sat down and continued to work.

  Chang'an slipped in quietly, hugged her uncle's legs, tilted her neck and said, "Uncle, uncle, Chang'an knows how to play chicken."

  As she spoke, she started to crow, her voice was childish but lifelike.

  Not only Song Sanshun laughed, but also Song Laoliu laughed non-stop: "This child is so funny."

  Changan saw her uncle laughing, and she also laughed, patted her uncle's arm with her little hand, and said seriously: "Uncle, grandpa is bad, let's ignore him, Changan likes uncle and aunt."

  Song Sanshun's tears almost fell, took a deep breath, touched her little niece's head, and sighed softly: "Changan, be good, go out and play."

  Changan nodded, and ran out of the house with her short legs.

  The next day before dawn, Song Baqi ran over, patted his son's window and called: "Get up! Go to your uncle's house with your eldest brother!" Wu

  was awakened, and seeing that her husband had gotten up and put on clothes and shoes, she couldn't help complaining: "Can't you not go?"

  There were still many wood thorns that had not been drilled at home, and the father-in-law didn't know what he meant. He insisted that Sanshun go to Song Jizu's uncle's house, that is, the younger brother of stepmother-in-law Lao Zhao's house to cut trees.

  Song Sanshun put on his jacket and whispered, "I'll be back soon. You stay at home and take good care of Chang'an. Don't go anywhere."

  Wu hummed. She was very reluctant to let her husband go out with Song Jizu, but she couldn't completely break up with her parents-in-law, so she had to whisper, "Be careful of Song Jizu. I, I always feel that he has bad intentions."

  "I know." Song Sanshun put on his shoes, tied his leggings, and hung a chopping axe around his waist.

  Since he was going to chop trees, he must bring a chopping axe, which can not only chop trees, but also protect himself.

  Last time, he beat Song Jizu. According to that guy's revengeful temper, Song Sanshun had to be on guard.

  Moreover, the people in Song Jizu's uncle's family were not good people. They might plot against him in order to vent his anger on Song Jizu.

  But this time, his father was pressing him so hard that he couldn't be sure whether they really wanted him to help chop trees or had other purposes.

  Song Sanshun thought, after all, his biological father is still alive. No matter how much Song Jizu's family plots, it won't cost him his life, right?

  "Why don't you get up? What time is it?" Song Baqi was still calling outside: "Your brother has been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you hurry up!"

  "Okay, I'm up now."

  Song Sanshun responded and went to the water tank to fetch water to wash.

  Wu also got up and took out the only two steamed buns left in the cage, preparing to heat them up, but was stopped by Song Sanshun.

  "No need to rush." ​​Song Sanshun put the steamed buns in his arms, filled a bamboo tube with water, and said, "Go back to sleep and go out again when it's dawn."

  Wu responded and looked at her husband worriedly: "You must be careful, don't walk in front of Song Jizu when walking."

  "Got it." Song Sanshun put the bamboo tube on his back and opened the door to go out.

  Standing outside the door was his biological father with a gloomy face. He glared at his son unhappily and turned away.

  Song Sanshun followed his biological father and soon arrived at the new house.

  The new house was brightly lit, and Xiao Zhao was stuffing the boiled eggs into her husband's saddlebag.

  Seeing Song Sanshun coming over, Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "Third brother, the porridge at home is just ready, would you like to have some?"

  Song Sanshun was not polite and went into the kitchen to get a big bowl of rice porridge.

  All the rice was grown by himself. When the family was divided, his father only gave him five dou of rice and five dou of wheat, which added up to less than 200 kilograms.     He and his wife had to rely on these grains to survive until May and June, so they had to tighten their belts and dared not eat too much.

  Now, he shamelessly asked for an advantage from his

  own father and eat his fill first. Xiao Zhao didn't expect that the third uncle would fill the porridge by himself. She was stunned and looked at the pot with distress.

  This was all thick and fragrant rice porridge. Before she could eat it at home, the third uncle had already filled half of it.

  She secretly glared at Song Sanshun, quickly filled a bowl and handed it to her husband: "Eat it quickly."

  Song Jizu stared at his cheap brother with disdain, sneered, and sat next to him to eat.

  After the two finished the porridge, they carried the backpack and went out.

  Song Sanshun remembered his wife's words and walked behind Song Jizu.

  But Song Jizu didn't want to walk in front, and always wanted to walk behind Song Sanshun.

  Just like that, the pace of the two changed from the original big strides to a leisurely stroll.

  On the way, he met an early-rising villager who greeted him: "Hey, Sanshun, are you going for a walk with your eldest brother?"

  Song Sanshun hummed and told the truth: "I'm going to my eldest brother's uncle's house to help cut trees."

  "How many trees are they going to cut? Why did they call both of you brothers?"

  The court strictly prohibited the people from cutting trees indiscriminately. If they cut down a few trees occasionally, they had to replant them, otherwise they would be severely punished.

  This Zhao mother's family is not very rich. How many trees can there be at home? Why do they want to ask both nephews to go back?

  Song Sanshun smiled and said, "I don't know."

  If his father asked him to go, he would go. He wanted to see what Song Jizu's family wanted to do.

  Song Jizu ignored the villagers and walked forward in silence.

  He was excluded by the children of Songjia Village since he was a child, and was often scolded as a burden, so he didn't like the villagers of Songjia Village, and was even more reluctant to talk to them.

  However, he was very popular at his uncle's house. His uncle's family was very flattering to him, and even the people of Zhaojia Village flattered him. The reason was of course that he was well-dressed and richer than them.

  So this time he wanted to take Song Sanshun over and give him a good beating. It would be best if he broke one of his legs and let his whole family die.

  And that little whore who refused to accept the toast, as long as Song Sanshun was gone, she would be the meat on his chopping board.

  Song Jizu thought, with a sneer on his lips.

  Zhaojia Village is about four or five miles away from Songjia Village, close to the township street market.

  The original Zhao family in the village only has Zhao Lu, the younger brother of Zhao Pozi. The rest either died in the war or plague in previous years, or have moved to live elsewhere.

  Although the current Zhaojia Village still retains the name of the village, in fact, the surnames of the villagers are already varied, and they are all refugees who settled later.

  Therefore, the households in this village are mixed, and cheating and stealing happen from time to time.

  Song Sanshun and Song Jizu came to his uncle's house and saw Zhao Lu walking out with a smile on his face.

  When he saw Song Sanshun, his old face sank instantly.

  But thinking about what would happen later, Zhao Lu did not embarrass Song Sanshun immediately. He greeted him with a fake smile and asked his 18-year-old son Zhao Quan to take the two brothers to the back mountain.

  Song Sanshun was not stupid. He saw Zhao Lu's bad intentions and immediately became alert. He wondered if he should leave now.

  But what if they had no ill intentions? Wouldn't his behavior be ridiculous?

  After thinking for a long time, Song Sanshun decided to wait and see. They would not murder anyone in public, right?

  (End of this chapter)