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As soon as the pancakes were baked, someone ran in: "Sanshun, the clan leader is calling you and your wife."
Song Sanshun immediately turned off the stove, picked up Chang'an and said to his wife: "Let's go and take a look."
Wu wiped her hands and whispered: "Eat something to fill your stomach before you go."
Song Sanshun held Chang'an in one hand and picked up a pancake in the other.
"His uncle, you try it too." Wu stuffed a pancake into Song Laoliu who had reported the news.
Song Laoliu couldn't refuse, so he had to take it and said: "Sanshun, you must not let that beast go easily this time."
Song Sanshun nodded, glanced at the bruises on his wife's face, and hurried out of the old house.
When he entered the main room of the new house, he saw several people sitting in the room, and Song Jizu was kneeling in front of the clan leader with his head down.
Song Sanshun hesitated for a moment, handed Chang'an to his wife, clenched his fist, and hit Song Jizu's face hard.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Zhao was unhappy. She rushed forward and protected her son behind her. She yelled at Song Sanshun: "Little beast! How dare you hit your brother?"
Song Sanshun's eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth and said: "My brother went to the army. How can he be my brother?"
"Asshole!" Song Baqi slapped the table beside him and shouted: "How do you talk to your mother? Who taught you to be so disobedient and unfilial?"
He glanced at Wu. "Jizu was just sleepwalking. He doesn't remember what he did at all. Besides, I have already taught him a lesson. You still insist on giving up. How can you be so shameless!"
Song Sanshun paused, moved his mouth a few times, clenched his fists, and finally did not dare to talk back to his own father.
Wu looked at her father-in-law in astonishment. Her hands holding Chang'an were shaking. She knelt down to the patriarch and cried: "Uncle, I want a divorce!"
She didn't want to stay in this family anymore.
Even though she knew that life would not be easy after the divorce, it was better than working like a cow and a horse for this disgusting family, cooking and washing clothes every day.
Sanshun panicked and quickly moved over to try to pull his wife, but was dodged.
Wu looked determined and kowtowed to the clan leader again: "Please let uncle decide."
"Xiuying." Sanshun looked at his wife helplessly.
Chang'an blinked, not understanding what they were talking about, and just hugged his aunt's arm tightly.
Song Baqi and Zhao Pozi on the seat looked disdainful, "You said divorce? My family paid a betrothal gift of two taels of silver at the beginning. If divorce is okay, you should return the two taels of silver first."
Wu looked up at her parents-in-law, "I have worked for your Song family for three years, isn't it worth two taels of silver?"
Zhao Pozi sneered: "Work? Don't you work at home? Who have you relied on for food and clothing in the past few years?" Wu's
lips trembled, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
She has always been submissive, and this time she finally mustered up the courage to ask for a divorce, but it was just forcing her husband to make a choice.
Unexpectedly, the stepmother-in-law was so unreasonable that she wiped out all her hard work over the years with one sentence.
Wu turned her head and looked at her husband.
If he still pretends to be deaf and dumb this time, he will go back to his parents' home and never come back.
At this time, Song Sanshun was struggling with his conscience. On one side was his wife, and on the other side was the filial piety that his father had instilled in him since childhood.
While struggling, he suddenly heard the clan leader cough and asked, "Sanshun, your wife asked you for a divorce. How do you think this matter should be resolved?"
Song Sanshun's tears rolled in his eyes. He held it back for a long time before leaning down: "Please ask uncle to make the decision. My third room wants to separate the family and live separately."
Mrs. Zhao and Xiao Zhao were delighted when they heard this, and subconsciously looked at Song Baqi.
Song Baqi's face was not good, and he glared at his youngest son: "Separation? How dare you mention separation?"
"Yes!" Song Sanshun kowtowed to his father: "My son is unfilial, and there is no way I can dare to mention separation." He didn't want to be separated from his wife.
Song Baqi's expression changed, and he was angry and relieved at the same time.
Before, his old wife had been talking about separation in his ear, saying that only after the separation could they buy land and give Yufeng a dowry.
As long as his family bought a lot of good land, they would be truly wealthy, and Yufeng and Chengye's marriage would be able to move up.
But the matter of dividing the family was brought up by the youngest son, which greatly damaged his reputation.
Song Baqi could imagine how many people in the village would poke his spine in the future. They would definitely scold him for favoring his elder son and forcing his younger son away.
Thinking of this, Song Baqi stood up, walked to Song Sanshun in two steps, slapped him hard several times, and scolded: "Unfilial and rebellious son! Did I short you food or drink? Why are you in a hurry to separate the family? What? Have you become independent after marrying a wife? Do you think you will live better if you leave this family? Dream on!"
These words were said to outsiders, and also to clear himself up.
Song Sanshun knelt on the ground without saying a word after being slapped by his own father. No
matter how he defended himself now, it would be wrong, so he simply said nothing.
As long as the family can be separated, no matter how difficult it will be in the future, it is better than having his wife leave him and their family.
"Baqi, that's enough!" The clan leader frowned.
They were all old turtles who had lived for decades. Who didn't understand Song Baqi's behavior at this time?
The clan leader stroked his beard and said, "If you don't want to divide it, then don't divide it. The child just came back from working on the river. Maybe he will give up the idea after a few days of rest."
Song Sanshun was about to insist, but suddenly the clan leader winked at him and immediately lowered his head.
When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she became anxious and hurried over to grab her husband. She pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her face with tears and said, "Boss, since the third child wants to divide it, then divide it. We, as the elders, have already married them and established a family. We have done what we should do. It would be a sin to keep it."
Song Baqi also took the opportunity to sit back on the chair and burst into tears, "In this case, let's divide it."
The clan leader raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Baqi, "Are you serious?"
"Really, really." Mrs. Zhao interrupted anxiously.
The clan leader's face sank, "I'm talking to Baqi, how can you, a woman, interrupt me!"
Mrs. Zhao immediately shrank her neck and her old face flushed.
The clan leader continued to say to Song Baqi: "Do you want to separate Sanshun alone? Or all three brothers?"
"Since Sanshun wants to separate, then let's separate his family first." Song Baqi wiped his eyes with his sleeves: "As for the second brother, let's talk about it after he comes back."
The clan leader looked at Song Sanshun: "Did you understand what your father said?"
Song Sanshun knelt down: "I understand, I am willing to separate first."
"Okay, get up first." The clan leader waved his hand at him, "Listen to what your father says."
Since the family is divided, the land must be divided.
But the registered good land of Song Baqi's family is still as much as before, a total of less than eight acres.
As for the new house, I'm sorry, old man Song said that this is used as the ancestral home, and it will not be divided to his sons in the future. He will keep it for his old age.
In the end, Song Baqi only gave his third son two acres of land, which was on the side of the mountain, a little far from the village.
He also gave one or two taels of silver, as well as a house on the other side of the old house.
The old house has three main rooms, a kitchen, and a side room. They are all low earthen houses with mud walls and thatched roofs. In spring and summer, the walls and roofs are covered with bugs and stink.
All the decent furniture in the house has been moved to the new house, leaving only some broken boxes and cabinets.
Of course, the pottery bowls and an iron pot are still there. After all, the fat pigs of the Song family have always been fed by Wu, and the pot is kept because it is convenient to cook pig food.
Five dou of wheat and five dou of rice are also given as food for Sanshun and his wife.
Sanshun has no objection.
Even if his father doesn't give him anything today, he can't say anything, because he was the one who first proposed the division
of the family. Moreover, his father is not dead, and the right to distribute the property is in his hands. He can give it to whoever he wants, and even the clan leader can't say anything.
After the property was distributed, everyone looked at little Chang'an in Wu's arms.
Little Chang'an subconsciously hugged her aunt tightly, nervous and at a loss.
She probably knew that they wanted to divide her.
(End of this chapter)