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"Chang'an will stay at home and be taken care of by your mother." Song Baqi nodded to his old wife: "Bring her here."
Mrs. Zhao quickly got up and was about to hug Chang'an.
Chang'an was terrified and grabbed his aunt's clothes tightly, crying loudly: "No, I don't want milk! I want my aunt!"
Mrs. Wu was also worried about handing Chang'an to her stepmother-in-law, and turned to avoid Mrs. Zhao's touch: "Chang'an has been with me since she was a child, and I will take care of her in the future."
Song Sanshun also stepped forward to block his stepmother: "Chang'an is my brother's child, and I will raise her in the future."
Mrs. Zhao sneered: "What? Do you think that an old woman like me can't take care of a three-year-old child?"
"Chang'an is used to us, so we will take care of her." Song Sanshun refused to give in this time.
He knew that as long as Chang'an fell into the hands of his stepmother's family, he would definitely not get any good results.
As long as his brother and sister-in-law didn't come back, he couldn't hand Chang'an over to others casually.
"Rebellious son! What do you mean?" Song Baqi had something to hide, and was afraid that his son would find out. He couldn't help but get angry and pointed at Sanshun and scolded: "Chang'an is my granddaughter. Do you suspect that we will harm her?"
Sanshun remained silent.
"Okay, okay!" Song Baqi pointed at his son and scolded: "You rebellious son want to use Chang'an to control me? Dream on! If you want to take her, take her. Don't even think about getting a penny from me!"
Song Sanshun looked up at his father, only to find that the man in front of him was so strange.
"Don't worry, Dad. Although I have no ability, I still have enough food for my niece. It's just that Chang'an's mother brought a lot of clothes. I just ask you to bring some of Chang'an's clothes, shoes and socks."
He had said it tactfully, but the old man Song still jumped up: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did Jiang bring things back?"
The clan leader couldn't bear it anymore, and coughed heavily: "Baqi! Who brought two bundles yesterday?"
The old man Song's face suddenly turned purple, and he was speechless for a while, so he had to sit down angrily.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old lady Zhao hurried to smooth things over: "Uncle, actually, it was my nephew from my mother's side who brought the things yesterday, not Jiang."
Seeing the clan leader's face sank, she hurriedly said: "But Jiang did bring some old clothes before, but they were a little big, and Chang'an didn't fit in them, so I kept them for the time being. When she grows up, I will give her all of them. Since Sanshun asked, Chengye's mother, you should go and get them quickly."
The old lady winked at her daughter-in-law, Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao understood and immediately went back to the house to get clothes.
She rummaged through the boxes and found a few of the most worn-out clothes and pants, wrapped them in a piece of linen and took them out, and handed them to Wu: "Here, they are all here."
Wu did not refuse, and took the small package in her hand.
Just as he was about to turn around and go back, he heard Mrs. Zhao say again: "Sanshun, although we have separated, you can't just leave the family farm unattended. You have to come back to work during the spring planting and summer harvest. Your father is still here.
Also, since we have separated and live separately, you can't forget to show respect every year. I'm your stepmother, and I don't expect anything from you, but your father is still here. Even if his bones are broken, they are still connected. You can't let outsiders talk about it."
Song Sanshun glanced at his father and nodded: "My son will not be short of respect for my father."
The clan leader said: "The old-age care should still be based on convention. Sanshun will give Baqi one stone of millet and one piece of coarse cloth every year." This is the number shared equally among the three sons.
Mrs. Zhao was dissatisfied, but she was afraid that the clan leader would not agree to the separation in anger, so she had to hold back.
Song Sanshun bowed to the clan leader and said, "Uncle, fellow villagers, I want to thank you today. Let's go to my house for a simple meal this afternoon."
The clan leader was about to agree, but Mrs. Zhao hurriedly said, "Sanshun, don't bother. His uncle is staying at our house for dinner today."
Then she added disdainfully, "We have to prepare a table of food anyway. What can your family bring out to entertain people?"
Sanshun ignored her stepmother's sarcasm and invited two good villagers to move five dou of wheat and five dou of rice back to the old house.
Chang'an hugged her aunt's neck tightly until she left the new house, then she gradually relaxed.
She looked at her aunt's bruised face, put her little hand on the bulge on her forehead, and silently said in her heart, "Little Zhuzhu, make aunt get better soon."
The sapling in the palm of her hand flashed, and a leaf disappeared.
Chang'an blinked, and seemed to see the leaf turned into a stream of light and drilled into her aunt's forehead.
Wu seemed to have noticed something and raised one hand to touch her forehead. Eh? The swelling seems to have subsided.
She didn't care and touched Chang'an's little face.
There was still a little bruise under the child's eyes. Although it had faded a lot, it was still very obvious on the delicate little face.
Chang'an smiled proudly.
Xiao Zhuzhu was really amazing. She had cured all the bruises on her aunt's face.
She would try it on Aunt Qian's Goudan later. He had been coughing and hadn't played with her for several days.
Back at the old house, Wu began to clean up the pheasant and prepare dinner to entertain the people who helped.
Chang'an and Huahua ran to the next door.
At this time, Aunt Qian and her husband were not there. Only Sister Qiao'er and Goudan were in the room .
Goudan, who was seven years old, lay on the kang, coughing non-stop, and his eyes were sunken.
This was an old problem for him. Aunt Qian and her husband had taken him to see many doctors, but he didn't get better, so they just let him die.
The lives of children in the countryside are like grass, and many of them died because of an illness.
Those who survived will be very healthy in the future, and those who can't survive will die forever.
"Brother Goudan."
Chang'an ran to the kang, stood on tiptoe to look at him, and then looked at Sister Qiao'er who was sitting next to him threading grass beads.
When Goudan was not sick before, he often took her to play, and would share half of the delicious food with her, so Chang'an was particularly close to him.
"Chang'an. Cough cough cough cough" Goudan turned sideways and smiled at her.
He was very weak and had no strength to get off the kang.
Chang'an stood on tiptoe, put his little hand on Goudan's forehead, and muttered in his heart: Little Zhuzhu, please make Brother Goudan get better soon, I want to play with him.
But the little seedling in the palm of his hand did not glow.
Chang'an was puzzled and said it again in his heart, but it still did not glow.
Looking at the haggard Brother Goudan, Chang'an was a little sad.
Why didn't Little Zhuzhu listen to her?
Dejectedly, he walked to Sister Qiao'er and watched her thread grass beads with a needle.
Qiao'er glanced at her and asked in a low voice: "Do you want it?"
Chang'an nodded.
Qiao'er took a string of grass beads and tied it around her wrist: "Does it look good?"
Chang'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Yes, it looks good!"
"I'll take you to pick them later." Qiao'er said as she threaded the needle: "I'm the only one who knows that place, don't tell Cuihua and the others."
Chang'an: "No, no."
Qiao'er packed up the needle and thread and the grass beads, took Chang'an and walked out.
Chang'an glanced at Goudan who was still lying on the kang, and decided that when she dreamed of the little goldfish again, she would ask them why they couldn't treat Goudan. The
nine-year-old Qiao'er, wearing a patched red jacket with small flowers, shrank her neck when the wind blew, and talked to little Chang'an in a nagging manner: "My parents said that my brother is useless and asked me to stay at home to look after him, so let's go back quickly after we find the grass beads."
Chang'an widened his eyes and looked at Sister Qiao'er in confusion.
She didn't understand what useless meant, but subconsciously felt that it must not be a good word.
(End of this chapter)