Adding insult to the injury

Song Yufeng burst into tears, but she did not leave. Instead, she hugged Song Xiyue and stayed in Song Sanshun's yard crying.

At this moment, many villagers came to fetch water. Seeing Song Yufeng and Song Xiyue crying here, they thought Song Baqi was dead, and they all whispered:

"Is Song Baqi not doing well? Oh, evil will be punished."

"Who said it wasn't true? I heard that Song Jizu didn't want to spend money to buy medicine for Song Baqi at first, and later he planned to send him to Sanshun's house. Tsk tsk, that family is really evil."

"Hey, could Song Baqi have been killed by Song Jizu? Otherwise, he wouldn't have died so quickly? The village doctor said that his stroke symptoms were not serious, and as long as he took good care of himself, he would have no problem living for three to five years."

"If this is true, then we cannot tolerate it. The households that have jointly guaranteed him should go and have a look immediately to avoid being implicated by the perpetrator."

Song Laoliu's family was in joint guaranty with Song Baqi's family. When he heard this, he immediately put down his carrying pole and prepared to call people to go and take a look together.

Song Sanshun was also one of the co-guarantors, so he wanted to leave Chang'an behind and go along.

Changan hugged his uncle's neck tightly and refused to let go.

She wants to go and have a look too.

Song Sanshun had no choice but to carry Chang'an and several villagers to the Song family's new house.

Seeing that her third brother was willing to go meet his biological father, Song Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled her little niece Song Xiyue to follow him.

Originally, her mother wanted her to ease the relationship between the two families, but out of habit, Song Yufeng could not bring herself to surrender to her third brother and ask for peace, so she ended up doing the above scene.

Fortunately, Song Sanshun was still willing to go and see his father, so she had completed her mission, and the rest was none of her business.

When the group walked into Song Baqi's house, they were shocked by the situation at home.

The door was made of firewood, and the household items and daily necessities brought back from the county town were piled on the ground or on the kang, making it a mess.

Little Zhao was squatting in the yard decocting medicine, with disheveled hair and dirty clothes. When she saw someone coming in, she immediately stood up stiffly.

Mrs. Zhao had already come out of the house, wiping her eyes with her sleeves, and crying to Song Sanshun, "Sanshun, you are here. Your father suddenly fell ill. I finally saved him. When he woke up, he kept talking about you and Chang'an."

After saying this, she covered her face and sobbed, as if what she said was true.

Song Sanshun said nothing and walked into the side room with Song Laoliu and others.

Song Baqi lay straight on the kang, not knowing whether he was really asleep or pretending to be asleep. His eyes were tightly closed, but Chang'an saw that his eyeballs kept moving under his eyelids.

"Uncle Baqi, how are you?" asked Song Laoliu.

The room was silent for a moment, and just when everyone was about to leave, Song Baqi finally opened his eyes.

He glanced at everyone in the room and his eyes fell on Song Sanshun and Chang'an.

"Rebellious, rebellious son! You still remember to come and see your father?" Song Baqi's eyes were filled with resentment, and the words coming out of his crooked mouth were vague and could not be heard clearly: "Rebellious and unfilial beast, my death is exactly what you want, right?"

No one knows a father better than his son. Song Sanshun naturally understood his father's anger.

His biological father was angry that he didn't care about him, and he blamed himself, his disowned son, for the house being emptied.

Song Sanshun looked at his father on the bed, and thinking that he would not die for a while, he turned around and left with Chang'an in his arms.

When Song Baqi saw his son leaving without saying a word, he became anxious and started shouting loudly, basically asking Song Sanshun to return the thirty strings of cash.

Song Sanshun didn't care and just walked out the door.

Old Zhao ran out of the door, crying, "Sanshun, the doctor said your father needs to take medicine all the time and also needs acupuncture. Look at our situation, how can we afford to treat him? After all, you are his own son, you can't just ignore him, right?"

Song Sanshun said coldly: "I have severed my relationship with him. He is now the biological father of Song Jizu alone, and has nothing to do with me. If you feel that you don't have the money for treatment, you might as well sell the old house. At worst, you still have several acres of land. You can always find a way."

When Old Zhao heard this, she was furious. Hatred flashed in her eyes. She pointed at Chang'an and said, "Where is the money that Erxiao sent back? He is your father's son. You can't just take it for yourself, right?"

Song Sanshun sneered: "It's enough for my sister-in-law to support your family with money. What? You want my brother's money to belong to you too?"

"You!" Old Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she wanted to rush up and tear Song Sanshun's face apart.

But now her family is isolated and helpless, so it is not appropriate to turn against Song Sanshun at this time.

Old Mrs. Zhao began to wipe her tears again, "Sanshun, if you want to hate someone, just hate me, but please don't ignore your father. He is so pitiful that even his own son doesn't want him anymore when he is old. I beg you."

She knelt down on the ground and wanted to hug Song Samsoon's thighs.

Song Sanshun took a few steps back, turned around and left.

Changan leaned on his uncle's shoulder and whispered, "My cousin cursed again and said she wanted to move my grandfather to our house so that we could hire a doctor to treat him."

Song Sanshun said expressionlessly: "She wishes!"

Changan nodded.

The uncle and nephew walked back and saw from afar a child at the gate of the yard, looking inside furtively.

"What are you doing here?" Song Sanshun asked with a frown.

Song Chengye was startled, turned around and saw that it was his uncle, and immediately said confidently: "I want to take Dahei back!"

Song Sanshun didn't say anything. He turned around and took Dahei out and handed him to him.

When Dahei saw his little master running and jumping around with joy, his tail was almost shaken off.

Song Chengye was also very happy. He untied the rope and held Dahei in his arms.

But when they wanted to take it away, Dahei refused to leave. He turned his head to look at Chang'an in the yard, and ran back.

"Dahei! Come out!" Song Chengye was very angry, but Dahei just looked at him from a distance and refused to come over.

"Dahei! If you don't come over, I won't want you anymore!" Song Chengye threatened.

Dahei blinked and remained unmoved.

"Stupid dog!" Song Chengye was so angry that he ran into the yard to catch it, but Dahei ran into the backyard and played hide-and-seek with his little master.

Song Chengye chased Dahei for a long time but couldn't catch him, so he had to leave in anger.

As he walked out of the yard, he couldn't help but look back.

Uncle San's yard is really big, and there is a big vegetable patch in the backyard, where there are a lot of cabbages, radishes, and other vegetables planted. He wanted to pick some and take them home.

If only my family hadn't fallen out with my third uncle's family, my third uncle might have sent some food to my family.

Thinking this, Song Chengye returned home dejectedly.

But there is nothing at home now. If he hadn't brought back a few beddings from the county town, he would probably have to sleep in a pile of straw at night.

As for Song Sanshun, after sending Chang'an back home, he continued to dig wells with the villagers.

The well in the middle of the village was dug very deep but didn't produce much water. Fortunately, there was water on the farmland side, but it was not enough to irrigate all the fields.

However, since there was a well on the farmland, every family would take their clothes there to wash, and the well in the clan leader's house gradually recovered water, so the drinking and water problems of the villagers in Songjia Village were temporarily solved.

However, as the weather grew colder, the leaves of wild vegetables in the wild gradually disappeared. They either turned yellow and fell off, or were pulled out by the villagers.

Even the vegetable fields that had no shortage of water could not grow seedlings, making the situation even worse for the villagers who already had no food.

Winter was approaching, and there was no more food to eat in the wild. An invisible panic spread among the villagers.

Especially Song Jizu's family. A few months ago they were still eating rice with bacon and eggs, but in the blink of an eye, everything was gone.

The pigs and chickens at home were gone, and the several racks of bacon hanging on the beams were nowhere to be seen.

Now, let alone eggs, even ordinary vegetables are not available.