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A few days later, Song Baqi returned with his family.

Seeing the bare door frame and the empty house, I thought I had walked into the wrong door.

The most terrified person was Song Yufeng. She ran into her room and screamed, "Dad! Mom! Where is my cabinet? Where is my box? Why is my dressing table gone?"

Not only did her furniture disappear, but she also had a lot of clothes and quilts that she didn't take with her. She had really hoped to buy new ones in the county town, but in the end all her money was gambled away by her brother. Even the small courtyard she bought was pawned to the gambling house. The family had no choice but to return to the village.

Old Mrs. Zhao had a guess in her mind that it was probably her nephew Zhao Quan who did it, but she couldn't say it.

Little Zhao started to cry, sitting on the empty kang and slapping her legs, complaining: "What should we do? Oh, God, are you going to force us to die?"

When they came back, they didn't bring any food with them, and all the money they had was lost by her husband. They had hoped to return to the village and live a good life, but their house turned out to be emptied, even the iron pot for cooking was gone. How are they going to live from now on?

"Shut up!" Song Jizu's eyes turned red, and he slapped Xiao Zhao: "It's all because of you, you unlucky woman! If you hadn't kept nagging, how could I have lost money? Why is this happening at home?"

"Don't hit mother!" Song Xiyue and her brother Song Chengye protected Xiao Zhao and glared at their father hatefully.

Sure enough, he returned to the state of his previous life. His father was really a bad guy and he eventually squandered all the money in the family.

If I had known this, I would have rather not saved him when he was poisoned and let him die early!

Song Baqi walked into his room, a little bit incredulous.

The kang in his room was dug up and the ground was full of potholes. It was estimated that the thieves were looking for money.

"Who is so arrogant?" Song Baqi stamped his feet in anger and turned to ask his wife, "Was it Zhao Quan who did it?"

Old Zhao pretended not to know: "I don't know either."

"I'm going to report to the police!" Song Baqi turned around and was about to walk out, but was stopped by his wife.

"Boss, it's useless to report to the police. What if those yamen runners ask us for money again? Wouldn't we be at a great loss?" It is impossible to expect the county government to help you get your money back. They will skin you alive.

Song Baqi was so angry that his chest heaved and his face turned red. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Old Zhao was startled and hurried to pull him. When she couldn't pull him, she pinched his nose and said, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

However, Song Baqi clenched his teeth and could no longer speak.

"Ji Zu! Come here quickly! Your father has fainted!" Old Mrs. Zhao shouted.

Song Jizu ran over, and was a little stunned when he saw Song Baqi like that.

Old Zhao immediately ordered, "Ji Zu, go and ask the village doctor to come and take a look."

Song Jizu stood still and said, "Is it free to hire a village doctor?"

It's better that the old guy died. He was so old. Who would spend money to hire a doctor to treat him?

Old Zhao said angrily, "Go and invite him first! If your father dies now, will Song Erxiao spare us when he comes back? He is a minor official now, and he may become a high-ranking official in a few years. Will you still be able to benefit from his influence by then?"

Song Jizu's expression changed several times, but he finally went out to ask for the village doctor.

The village doctor came and took a look, and immediately gave Song Baqi acupuncture.

Old Zhao asked quickly, "Uncle, what happened to Baqi?"

"He has had a stroke. I'll write you a prescription and you go to the township to buy medicine immediately." The village doctor wrote a prescription and handed it to Mrs. Zhao.

Old Zhao took the prescription and looked at it again and again, then asked, "How much do you think it will cost?"

The village doctor glanced at her and said, "About three hundred coins. Go get the medicine and give it to Baqi as soon as possible. A stroke cannot be delayed any longer."

"Three hundred coins?" Song Jizu, who was standing by, was unhappy and said to Old Zhao, "Mom, I think we should not go to get medicine. The village doctor has herbs, too. We can just pick some and use them."

Old Mrs. Zhao winked at her son, indicating that the village doctor was still there and asked him to stop talking nonsense.

But Song Jizu pretended not to see it and continued, "Why don't we take it to Song Sanshun's house? After all, he is his biological father, and he should bear all the expenses."

The village doctor sneered in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and asked, "Do you want to treat Baqi or not?"

Old Zhao immediately said, "Look at what you said, of course I have to treat it!"

After saying this, he went out, handed the prescription to Xiao Zhao, and gave her three hundred coins, asking her to go to the village pharmacy to get the medicine.

Xiao Zhao looked at the three hundred coins in her hand, then glanced at the prescription, and quickly ran to the village market. When she was almost at the pharmacy, she spat on the prescription a few times and used her fingers to black out the first two lines of small words on it.

The pharmacy clerk was very confused when he received the prescription: "This prescription is wrong? I can't tell the difference between two medicines."

Xiao Zhao said, "Just catch what you see clearly."

The young man thought about it and picked up the medicine.

Looking at the remaining one hundred coins, Xiao Zhao happily put it into her sleeve.

Within two days, the news that Song Baqi had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed spread throughout the village.

Song Sanshun, who was digging a well with the villagers, also learned about this and felt a little bit of pity.

I wanted to go see my biological father, but the next morning Song Yufeng brought Song Xiyue to my house.

She pulled Song Xiyue to her knees in front of Song Sanshun, crying, "Third brother, Dad is dying, please save him."

Song Sanshun looked at his half-sister coldly and asked in a cold voice: "I'm not a doctor, how can I save her?"

"He said he was sorry, please forgive him, he wanted you to accompany him before he died." Song Yufeng covered her face and cried, "Third brother, please go see him, wuwuwuwu, Dad is so pitiful."

Song Sanshun felt sorry when he heard this.

After all, he is his biological father.

As the saying goes, a dying man's words are kind. I guess he really regrets his mistakes and wants to see me for the last time, so why not go and see him.

At this time, Changan ran out of the house and hugged his uncle's legs: "Hold me!"

Song Sanshun picked him up, and heard Chang'an whisper in his ear: "Uncle, don't believe her! My cousin said that my grandfather has been cursing you while lying in bed, and said that he wants you to be buried with him after he dies. Today, my aunt came to cry and make a fuss, wanting to let the whole village know that you are the most unfilial beast."

These are what she heard her younger cousin say in her mind, and she just learned them verbatim.

She turned her head to look at her little cousin on the ground, and continued to whisper in her uncle's ear: "My little cousin said that we should support our grandfather, the old man. She also scolded me and wished I would die. She also said that she wanted to be the daughter of my parents and become a government official in the future."

Song Sanshun's face turned black, and he looked coldly at Song Yufeng and Song Xiyue who were kneeling on the ground: "You two get up, I'll go back and take a look when I have time."

Seeing that her third brother was not listening, Song Yufeng could no longer hold back. She got up and screamed, "Third brother! Now that you are rich, do you not care about Dad's life or death? He is your biological father, but before he dies, he can't even see you once? How can you be so heartless?"

Changan immediately said, "You are lying! Grandfather is not dying."

Song Yufeng glared at Chang'an and said, "It's all because of you, this jinx. You made Dad sick! You also ruined our family and made everything gone."

"That's enough! Get out of here!" Song Sanshun was furious. He held Chang'an in one hand and pointed at Song Yufeng with the other hand: "If I hear you call Chang'an a jinx again, don't blame me for slapping you!"

End