Shameless
As for Song Sanshun, seeing that the people fetching water had left, he quickly closed the gate.
When he came to the backyard, he saw his wife and Chang'an picking long beans in the vegetable garden.
This kind of beans grows very fast and produces a lot of beans. He can pick half a basket every day.
"Pick the tender ones to pickle sour beans, blanch the rest and dry them, and save them for winter." Song Sanshun also went to help. Wu
said as she picked them: "It takes a lot of salt to pickle sour beans, and we don't have much salt at home."
"I'll go to the market to buy some." Song Sanshun picked a few long beans and put them in the basket.
"Then go now, these beans don't last long, they will get old after one night if you pick them." Wu said.
Song Sanshun responded and went back to the house to get money to go out.
As soon as he opened the gate, he saw his father coming over.
Song Baqi put his hands behind his back and looked at his son with a dark face: "You have made a lot of progress. You even have money to dig a well?"
Song Sanshun looked at his father calmly without saying a word.
Song Baqi walked straight to the yard: "Where did you dig your well?"
"The backyard." Song Sanshun had no choice but to follow him back. Song
Baqi was furious when he heard it: "What? You dug a well in the backyard? Are you cursing us to leave our hometown?"
Song Sanshun:
"Fill it up quickly!" Song Baqi pointed at his son and said: "I knew you had bad intentions! You actually dug a well in the backyard!" Song Sanshun
was speechless and said in a low voice: "Dad, we originally dug a cellar, but later we saw water coming out, so we used it as a well."
"I don't care! We can't keep that well! We must fill it up!" Song Baqi strode to the backyard and saw the well with a windlass in the corner. He was furious: "You have ruined my good house like this. I will take it back now, and you all get out of here!"
Song Sanshun sneered: "Dad, are you really afraid of having a well in the backyard, or are you looking for a reason to drive my family away?"
"You!" Song Baqi was so angry that he looked around for something to teach his son a lesson.
Finally, he found a hoe, picked it up and smashed it at Song Sanshun.
One hit! Two hits! Three hits! Song Sanshun remained motionless and let him smash and destroy.
Wu was terrified and ran over quickly, trying to grab the hoe from her father-in-law.
Chang'an was also furious when he saw his grandfather beating his uncle, so he grabbed a handful of mud and threw it over.
Bang! The mud hit Song Baqi's face squarely.
Song Baqi was covered with mud, and he was even more angry. He didn't expect that the hoe in his hand was taken away by Wu.
"Evil creature! Who hit me?" Song Baqi stretched out his hand to wipe off the mud, but his eyes were covered with mud and he couldn't see clearly.
He wiped it several times and rushed to his son to attack: "What's the point of raising you evil creatures?"
Song Laoliu heard the sound and came over, grabbed Song Baqi and threw him out.
The old man yelled that he wanted to fill the well, and he heard it clearly on the other side of the wall, which made him very angry.
At this time, the old man deliberately wanted to cut off the water supply for the whole village? It's so vicious!
"Uncle Baqi, what do you want to do? You have to have a reason to take advantage of your age, right?" Song Laoliu wanted to kick this old guy out of the village.
Song Baqi was not as strong as Song Laoliu, and was dragged out of the yard against his will. He was furious: "I am teaching my son a lesson, why are you dragging me?"
Song Laoliu glanced at the villagers who came over after hearing the noise, and sneered: "Are you teaching your son a lesson? I think you saw that Sanshun's family dug a well, so you want to come and occupy it?"
"You! You are talking nonsense!" Song Baqi's old face turned red, and he pointed at Song Laoliu and cursed: "You are too disrespectful to your elders. I am your elder after all, but you keep saying rude things to me. What did your parents teach you?" Song Laoliu sneered: "My parents taught me to know good and evil and to know shame, but they didn't teach me to exploit my children shamelessly. Uncle Baqi, do you know how to write the word shame?"
Song Baqi's old face turned purple, and seeing the unfriendly eyes around him, he left with a flick of his sleeves.
"Is Song Baqi's brain covered with shit? He keeps doing ridiculous things. What is he thinking?" Some villagers didn't understand.
Someone laughed and said, "If the wife is not virtuous, the husband will be in trouble. I think Uncle Baqi has been fed a magic potion by the old woman, and he will be unlucky sooner or later."
"Indeed, when he has no money in his hands one day, I want to see if Song Jizu's family will treat him well." Another villager joked.
"Song Jizu is an idle person. He can't even protect himself. Who can he treat well in the future?" Once Chang'an's mother comes back and finds out that the family abused her daughter, will Jiang still care about them?
As long as Jiang doesn't give money, the old Zhao family will have to eat shit. At that time, let's see if Song Jizu still recognizes Song Baqi as his father.
The villagers talked for a while and then went home one after another.
It was too hot outside. The people were sweating under the scorching sun. There was not even a breeze on the treetops, and the soil on the ground was so dry that it was dusty.
The elderly ran to the bamboo forest to cool off, and they brought their grandchildren with them.
Goudan and Xiaochutou also ran to the bamboo forest because it was too hot under the persimmon tree at Chang'an's house, like a fire basket.
Chang'an didn't feel it, and sat alone in the shade to make a dragon king statue.
Not including the one placed in her own well, she had already made three, and was now coloring the last one.
They all said there were four dragon kings, so she only made four and stopped.
"Chang'an, aren't you hot?" Wu came over and sat down, fanning her little niece.
Chang'an shook her head: "Not hot."
Whenever it was very hot, the small beads on her palm would flash, and then it would not be hot anymore, so Chang'an was only a little hot now.
"Why don't we go to the bamboo forest, there are many children playing there," Wu suggested.
Changan: "Let's go after the colors are done."
"Okay, auntie will fan you, take your time." Mrs. Wu gently fanned her niece with a cattail leaf fan.
Two moments later, Changan finally finished painting the last dragon king. She glanced at her palm and saw that the leaves on the seedling had grown a complete leaf, and now it had recovered to seven leaves.
Changan lined up the three dragon kings, stretched her arms and legs, stood up, and said to her aunt with a smile: "Let's go to the bamboo forest to play now."
Mrs. Wu touched her head, picked up a small bamboo stool and led Changan out the door and walked towards the bamboo forest.
Huahua and the dog seemed to know where they were going, and immediately got up and followed them.
Dahei was tied with a rope and couldn't get away. He barked a few times with a sad face, trying to awaken the conscience of his little master.
Changan looked back and said, "Look after the house." Dahei
seemed to understand, whined a few times in grievance, lay down, put his chin on his front paws, and watched his little master walk out of the door with blinking eyes.
The bamboo forest beside the village is not small, and it basically belongs to the Song family. Originally, Song Sanshun's father also had a forest, but was persuaded by Mrs. Zhao to sell it.
After Wu led Chang'an into the bamboo forest, she felt a lot cooler.
She sat together with Sister Qian, and the two chatted while sewing shoe soles.
Chang'an took Huahua and the dog to pick up bamboo leaves on the ground in the bamboo forest, intending to take them back to make rice dumplings for his aunt.
Suddenly, someone ran into the bamboo forest and shouted to Wu: "Third aunt, go back and take a look, your father-in-law is going to burn your house."
End