All bad luck

There was silence outside the door for a long time, and the person who came seemed to have left.

Wu breathed a sigh of relief, quickly finished watering the vegetable garden, and took Chang'an back to the house.

The new house is bright and clean, and has all the necessary furniture. It is much better than the old house.

The most important thing is that this is completely your own territory, and you no longer have to live in fear and fear of others.

At this time, Wu seemed to be reborn and felt that she could stand up straight and live her life like a normal person.

"Chang'an, play by yourself for a while. Your aunt will go to cook." Mrs. Wu scooped noodles from the noodle bucket and prepared to steam a vegetable bun.

Chang'an nodded, climbed onto the kang alone, sat down at the kang table in front of the window, picked up the mud on the kang table and started to make clay dolls.

The big kang in the west room is exclusively for Chang'an. There is a storage cabinet at the head of the kang, which contains many clay statues that have been painted, including three dragon kings, four clay dolls, four Guanyins, two dogs, and a civet cat.

Her uncle said that he would take her to the temple fair on August 15th and worship the gods in the temple, so she wanted to make a few more clay statues and sell them at the temple fair.

As for the three clay statues of Dragon Kings at home, my uncle said that they should be kept by our family and cannot be sold to others.

Soon, Song Sanshun came back carrying a load of licorice: "Xiuying, open the door."

He went to the mountains with Song Laoliu and Song You for a whole day, picking the fruits from all the sycamore trees they found, and only barely enough for each of them to carry a load.

"Here he comes!" Wu opened the gate and looked around. She didn't see her father-in-law and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Sanshun carried the load into the yard and delivered two baskets of wood berries into the side room.

"Are there many woodworms in the forest this year?" asked Mrs. Wu.

Song Sanshun: "There are a lot, but most of them were picked by others. We only got these."

The fact that he and Song Laoliu made money from this thing had already been known to everyone. No one in the village was a fool, and some people had already planned to sell the kernels of the woodberry tree for money.

Not only people from this village, but also people from other villages rushed to the mountains and forests to pick wood apples. This resulted in my sixth brother Song You and I running a long way before we could barely pick a few baskets.

Mrs. Wu sighed, but she wasn't surprised.

It is not difficult to string beads with wood needles, and anyone can do it after just one look.

But if this happens, I'm afraid I won't make any money.

When Changan saw his uncle coming home, he quickly got off the kang and ran over: "Uncle, you're back."

Song Sanshun touched her head and took out a large bag of red and yellow sour dates from his arms, weighing several kilograms:

"Here, if they are too sour, ask your aunt to pickle them with sugar."

Chang'an happily picked up a sour date and put it in his mouth. After taking a bite, his little face instantly twisted into a bun due to the sourness.

Song Sanshun laughed loudly, and Wu couldn't help laughing, and took the sour dates over: "Let's make sour date cake."

Chang'an nodded and squatted aside to watch his aunt prepare sour jujubes.

Wu washed the sour dates with water, put them into a pot, added water and boiled them.

Then take another small pumpkin, wash it, remove the pulp, cut it into pieces, and steam it in a steamer.

By the time the sour jujubes are cooked, the pumpkin in the cage will also be ripe.

While it's still hot, squeeze out the skin of the sour jujube, stir the flesh in one direction with chopsticks, and pick out the core.

Mash the cooked pumpkin, add it to the sour date paste, then add icing sugar and stir.

Finally, spread the paste evenly on a clean panel and let it dry.

When the paste is slightly dry, cut it into small pieces with a knife and continue to dry.

The dried fruits are sour and sweet, very delicious and can be stored for a long time.

While cooking sour dates, Wu told her husband about her father-in-law knocking on the door. "I didn't know what he wanted to do, so I didn't open the door."

"Right."

Song Sanshun said, "When I'm not at home in the future, don't open the door if anyone knocks."

He has already told the villagers that they can come to his house to fetch water in the morning, but not after noon.

The villagers also agreed that this would prevent strangers from coming to fetch water.

No matter how much water this well can produce, it is only this big. It is difficult to supply drinking water to the whole village. If people from other villages come here, the people of Songjia Village will definitely suffer.

As the couple was talking, the gate was knocked again: "Samsoon! Samsoon, you're back? Open the door! I'm your father."

Wu looked at her husband: "He's here again."

Song Sam-soon was silent.

The knocking on the door outside became louder: "Sanshun, open the door quickly! I have something to ask you!"

Little Chang'an was so scared that he ran over and threw himself into his uncle's arms.

She was afraid that her grandfather would come and burn the house again.

Song Sanshun patted his niece soothingly and handed her to his wife. "I'll go see what's wrong with him."

He stood up and picked up a carrying pole and held it in his hand.

When Bai Huahua saw her master holding a carrying pole, she stood up with a start and followed her master to the door.

Dahei was still lying on the ground, blinking and staring at the door.

When Song Sanshun opened the gate, he saw his father standing in front of him with a haggard face. His clothes were wrinkled and gave off an unpleasant smell.

When Song Baqi saw his third son opening the door, his eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to grab him: "I heard someone say that your brother brought back a letter, is it true?"

Song Sanshun brushed away his father's hand, took two steps back, and said coldly, "Yes."

"What about the letter?" Song Baqi was extremely excited, not caring about his son's indifference and alienation: "He also sent money back, right?"

Song Samsoon: "No."

The reason why my brother hid the gold ingot in the porcelain doll and did not mention it in the letter was that he was afraid that the letter would be handed over to my father and stepmother and the money would be embezzled by them.

So how could I possibly tell my biological father the truth?

"How could there be nothing?" Song Baqi was angry, pointing at Song Sanshun and shouting, "Did you and your wife embezzle it?"

Song Sanshun sneered, turned around and closed the yard.

He thought his biological father came to ask him for help, and was struggling over whether to help him or not, but then he did this.

"You damn evil creature! You actually embezzled the money that Erxiao sent me! That was given to me by Erxiao, why did you take it? Give it back now!" Song Baqi yelled and cursed, not at all as decadent and depressed as before.

Song Sanshun ignored him, locked the door, and went straight to the kitchen to help his wife light the fire.

I really shouldn't have any compassion. People like Song Baqi are not worthy of sympathy at all.

Chang'an curled up in her aunt's arms and trembled slightly. She was most afraid of her grandfather and others coming to make trouble. She would have nightmares at night after every trouble.

She either dreamed that her grandmother threw her into a deserted mountain, or that she was poisoned to death. Sometimes she dreamed that her uncle and aunt were lying on the ground covered in blood, which scared her awake.

Wu sensed Changan's fear and patted him to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, Changan. Auntie is here."

Changan put his head on his aunt's chest, listened to her steady heartbeat, and gradually calmed down.

My cousin's family is so bad, but I can't kill them because Xiao Yuyu said that killing is against the law in this dynasty and the person may be sentenced to life for life.

So even though I prepared a lot of poisonous herbs, I didn't dare tell my uncle and aunt, for fear that they would give them to my grandfather to eat.

But his grandfather and the others were so annoying that Changan couldn't help but hope in his heart that they all suffered bad luck.

(End of this chapter)