Waste

  Old Zhao hurried out of the house and came to the kitchen. She saw that both of her iron pots were smashed by Song Sanshun, and the water tank was also broken all over the floor. Including the cupboard and low cabinet, everything was in tatters.

  Song Sanshun was still not satisfied, so he took a big iron hammer out of the kitchen, smashed the door of the side room with one hammer, and dragged out his own food from the house.

  Old Zhao wanted to stop him, but was kicked to the ground by Song

  Sanshun. At this time, Song Jizu came out of the house with a carrying pole and was about to hit Song Sanshun.

  "Stop!" Wu and Qian ran in, followed by several villagers.

  Song Laoliu pointed at Song Jizu and said, "You dare to move?"

  Song Jizu said viciously, "Why don't I dare to move? He has bullied my door. Today, either he will die or I will die!"

  After that, he waved the carrying pole and hit him.

  Seeing this, Song Laoliu and several villagers restrained him and pressed him to the ground and punched him several times.

  "Our village has always been peaceful and harmonious, but you, a bad apple, have ruined it! Now you are breaking into houses and stealing. If we don't teach you a lesson today, the reputation of our Songjia Village will be ruined by you, a bastard."

  The villagers who jointly guaranteed the fight became more and more angry, and punched Song Jizu in the face and body.

  "Ouch, murder." Seeing her son being beaten again, Old Zhao cried in anger and rushed over to rescue him, but was kicked away.

  Little Zhao and Song Yufeng were so scared that they hid in the house and dared not come out. They cried and begged Song Baqi to go out and save people.

  Song Baqi had to get off the kang and go out, but no one responded even after he shouted a few times.

  Finally, everyone had enough of beating, so they helped Song Sanshun lift the food and left.

  Of course, they also took the iron pot back.

  After everyone left, Old Zhao and Little Zhao helped Song Jizu from the ground into the house.

  Song Jizu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sinister, and cursed in a low voice: "It's all because of that useless old man. He watched me get beaten. He's useless!"

  Old Zhao quickly covered her son's mouth, looked back, and whispered: "Keep your voice down, what if the old man hears it, do you want to be kicked out of the house?"

  Little Zhao also cried: "Husband, why did you smash all his things? Now, ours is also smashed by him, and a pot of rice porridge is spilled"

  Before he finished speaking, Song Jizu slapped his wife hard and cursed: "I want you to teach me a lesson? I haven't settled accounts with your family yet!"

  Little Zhao covered her beaten face and sobbed softly.

  "Cry! Cry! You only know how to cry! Useless! Go back to your mother's house tomorrow and get my money back!" Song Jizu slapped Xiao Zhao a few more times and kicked her: "If you don't get the money, you don't have to come back!"

  Seeing his mother being beaten, Song Chengye rushed over to protect her and pulled her out of the house.

  Song Xiyue stood at the door and watched coldly, sneering in her heart.

  I don't know who is the useless! I told them that there would be droughts in the future and asked him not to buy land. As a result, he not only bought it, but also planned to buy 20 acres at a time.

  Now, not only was the money for 20 acres of land cheated, but he even went to pry open Song Sanshun's house and rushed to hand the handle to him. How much money can that poor uncle have? Is it worth his effort?

  Humph! He deserves to be beaten, just in time to let him learn his lesson! So that he won't act like a fool next time.

  Song Xiyue walked into the house and said to Old Zhao: "Grandmother, please take a long-term view and stop doing these small things, okay? How much money can you make in the countryside? The little money that the rich families in Beijing can make is enough for you to live on for a lifetime. We are going to Beijing to make a living. Wouldn't it be better to save some money and buy a house there? Why do you have to buy land in the countryside?"

  Old Zhao wiped her eyes and sighed: "Your father also had good intentions. He wanted to buy some land and rent it out to people to grow crops, and then collect rent himself. Who would have thought that he would meet a liar."

  "Then why did you go to Third Uncle's house to pry open the door? His family is so poor, what can you find?" Song Xiyue frowned.

  Old Zhao: "Your father was also angry and confused. He did those things in a fit of anger, but he regretted it afterwards. Don't blame him anymore. Alas, your father is also suffering. He was cheated of more than one hundred taels of silver and he is depressed and has nowhere to talk."

  Song Xiyue pouted, feeling depressed.

  The same thing happened in his previous life. He used the money for buying land to gamble, and not only did he lose all the money, he also mortgaged several acres of land at home to others.     I have warned him many times in my life not to gamble, but this idiot still got cheated of money.

  If he wasn't my biological father, I really wanted to slap him.

  Song Xiyue glared at her biological father fiercely and turned back to the house.

  As for Changan, he hid outside the wall of the new house and eavesdropped on his cousin's inner thoughts until his aunt came to take her home.

  It's a pity that he didn't hear anything useful.

  Afterwards, my uncle and aunt cleaned the kitchen, put the iron pot back on the stove, and made some food to eat.

  Changan made a doghouse for the black and white dog with straw and let the dog lie in it.

  "From now on, you will be called Bai Huahua." Changan touched the dog's head and said.

  The dog is black with white spots, very beautiful, but now it is very dirty, and its fur is covered with mud.

  The puppy whined, as if responding.

  Changan: "When you get better, go to the bamboo forest with Huahua to catch pheasants." A dog that doesn't work is not a good dog, and I can't raise it in vain.

  The dog whined again and stretched out its tongue to lick the little master's fingers.

  At this time, Huahua came over, looked at Baihuahua coldly, and went out to hunt.

  In the evening, Wu put Changan's four hundred coins into a jar separately, sealed it, buried it in the ground, and then pressed it with a cabinet, and then she felt relieved.

  All this money belongs to Changan, and his family cannot use it.

  Wu lay on the kang and said to her husband: "Fortunately, I buried the money in the ground before I left, otherwise it would be bad."

  Song Sanshun put his hands on the back of his head and said nothing.

  "Who would have thought that Song Jizu dared to pick the lock, isn't he afraid of being caught as a thief and sent to the authorities?" Wu was angry when she thought about it.

  Song Sanshun said: "When Song Jizu came to pry the door, my father was with him." When

  the father pried the door of his son's house, almost no one cared, because it was a family matter.

  He closed his eyes and said exhaustedly: "Xiuying, why don't we buy the wasteland over there and build a new house."

  Mrs. Wu shook her head: "Don't buy it for now. What if there is a drought? What do we need that house for? Can we eat and drink?" Once they can't make ends meet, let alone the house, even the fields can't be saved.

  Song Sanshun sighed, sat up and blew out the oil lamp.

  "Go to bed early. I have to go and see if the two acres of land need to be watered tomorrow."

  "Yeah."

  Everything was silent, and only the sound of mice running on the ground could be heard.

  Song Sanshun tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He was thinking about how to live in the future.

  All the wood berries have been sold out, leaving only the dried pulp.

  These days, neighbors often come to grab a handful to take home for washing clothes and hair, and he feels embarrassed to refuse.

  He wants to make oil soap, but he doesn't know how to make it specifically. If he messes it up, a lot of materials will be wasted.

  Although Chang'an told him the formula, she is only a few years old. How can he believe it completely? (End of this chapter)