"Sanshun would rather be beaten." Song Sanshun knelt down deeply, touching his forehead to the ground.
The clan leader and the elders looked at each other, sighed, and said to Song Sanshun: "Okay, get up, I'll help you write a letter of severance."
The content of this letter of severance must be proposed by Song Baqi, otherwise Sanshun may suffer.
Now, while Song Baqi has not reacted, he must make this matter a reality.
The clan leader immediately wrote a letter of severance in the name of Song Baqi, asked him to press his handprint on his name, and then asked Song Sanshun to press his handprint as well.
He planned to take the documents and Song Baqi and his son to the county government office for filing early tomorrow morning to avoid more trouble.
After leaving the ancestral hall, Song Sanshun followed the clan leader to his home and proposed to buy the wasteland outside the village.
The clan leader agreed and took him to measure the land and roughly estimate the area required for building a house.
Afterwards, Song Sanshun returned home, looked at the house that was still burning, and waited silently.
There is still a lot of silver and money buried in the ground of the house. I want to dig it out and build a new house.
Wu was wiping tears and sorting things in the yard.
The kitchen was burned, but the iron pot was still good, including the three large vats. Fortunately, the vats were covered with lids, so the water in the three vats could be used.
Only the cupboard was destroyed, and most of the pottery pots and bowls were damaged. Fortunately, these were not valuable, so I could just go back and buy a few.
Chang'an ran to the backyard and saw that his vegetable garden was fine, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief
. The clay statue under the persimmon tree was also there, and no one had moved it.
"Chang'an, you can live in my house in the future. I will sleep with my parents, and you will sleep with my sister." Goudan followed and said seriously.
Chang'an shook her head: "I
will live with my uncle and aunt." It was summer now, and the weather was very hot. She could sleep in the yard with her uncle and aunt, just to enjoy the cool.
Goudan was a little disappointed. He sat down on the mat and muttered: "Your grandfather is so bad."
Chang'an nodded.
Grandfather was really bad, she was scared when she saw him coming to quarrel.
At night, the family of three slept on the bamboo bed in the yard, Changan blinked and looked at the starry sky.
Song Sanshun explained the stars in the sky to his little niece: "Do you see the brightest star over there? It looks like a scoop, it is a winnowing basket, and the bright one under the winnowing basket is called bran."
He pointed to the other side and said: "The three connected together are pestles, and immortals use them to pound medicine."
Changan asked curiously: "What is an immortal?"
"An immortal is a very capable person who can fly in the clouds and go to heaven and earth." Song Sanshun lied.
Changan took it seriously and said with a longing face: "I want to be an immortal too."
Song Sanshun laughed and rubbed his little niece's head: "Well, little Changan, learn more skills, and you can be an immortal when you grow up."
Changan blinked, thinking of the words of the little goldfish, and nodded.
The next day, the villagers came to fetch water again. When they saw Song Sanshun, they asked, "Sanshun, when will your house be built? I will go to help you then."
The others also said that as long as Song Sanshun built a house, they would help and guarantee that the house would be built within two months.
Song Sanshun was moved and bowed to the villagers, "Thank you, everyone. After the land purchase procedures are completed, I will trouble you uncles and brothers."
"Well, what trouble is there? Anyway, we can't plant now, so why not help you build a house together." "Yes, I still have a lot of straw at home. If you need it, just let me know." "There are a lot of bamboos in my bamboo forest.
If you need it , just go and cut it." Everyone talked about it and said they could help him. Song Sanshun couldn't help but tears up. If it weren't for the kindness of the villagers, he actually planned to take his wife and Chang'an to Kaoshan Village to seek refuge with his parents-in-law. However, Songjia Village is his root after all, and the tribesmen are of the same blood. Song Sanshun really couldn't bear to leave unless it was absolutely necessary.
No matter there is a severe drought or flood in the future, his family can live long with the blessing of the clan. Only those who are confused will be arrogant and not care about the clan.
Not long after, the clan leader came over in a bullock cart, took Song Baqi and Song Sanshun to the county town, and submitted the severance document to the county magistrate.
Afterwards, Song Sanshun was beaten with thirty boards, which was considered a punishment for his unfilial behavior. After
returning from the county town, Song Baqi immediately urged Song Sanshun to move, and Mrs. Zhao came over triumphantly to show her sovereignty. She was also going to ask someone to build a wall at the well and lock it with a lock. If the villagers wanted to fetch water, they had to pay.
Song Laoliu sneered: "This well was dug by Sanshun, so it's not your turn to lock it, right?"
Old Zhao curled her lips: "So what if he dug it? It's mine in my homeland!"
"The walls of the county town are not as thick as yours." Song Laoliu sneered: "We can dig wells and fill them up. Believe it or not, we will fill it up now?"
Someone next to him echoed: "Yes, we would rather fill the well than give it to Zhao!"
"Anyway, Song Sanshun doesn't live here anymore, so just fill the well and dig another well somewhere else."
"Yes, yes! Let's go pick up mud now." "
You are stupid, why do we need to pick up mud? Isn't there ready-made mud here?"
Seeing that everyone wanted to fill the well, old Zhao panicked and ran home to discuss with Song Baqi.
Song Baqi was so angry that his teeth itched, and he came over with his hands behind his back and scolded: "Let's see who dares to fill the well?"
Didn't he and his son break up because of this well? If the well was filled up, wouldn't he become a joke?
Song Sanshun came over and said coldly: "You can also want the well, give me the thirty strings of cash you earned from digging the well, and the well will be yours."
"You!" Song Baqi was furious, and just as he was about to rush over to hit him, he suddenly heard Song Sanshun say: "Song Baqi, you and I are no longer related, I am not your son, and you are not my father, if you dare to hit me again, I will fight back."
Song Sanshun's eyes were full of fierceness, and he looked at the old man in front of him as if he were trash.
Song Baqi was startled and subconsciously took a step back.
After staring at Song Sanshun for a long time, Song Baqi was defeated and gritted his teeth and said: "Thirty strings of cash is impossible!"
Song Sanshun smiled: "Then this well is still mine, I will build a wall from here and enclose it in the yard of Sixth Brother's house." The
place where he dug the well was originally a wasteland, and was later enclosed in the yard. Since he didn't live here anymore, he might as well give the well to Sixth Brother Song.
Song Baqi was furious when he heard this, and he really wanted to beat Song Sanshun with a carrying pole.
"I'll go back and discuss it first!" Song Baqi left in a hurry.
When he returned to the new house, Song Baqi told his wife about this matter. Old Zhao was not happy: "Thirty strings of cash? Why doesn't he rob it?"
"If you don't give me money, he will give the well to Song Laoliu." Song Baqi was also very annoyed.
There were only thirty strings of cash left in his family. If he gave it all to that damned son of a bitch, he would really be unwilling.
"Why give it to Song Laoliu? That's our yard!" Mrs. Zhao snorted: "Dig a well in our yard, it belongs to us!"
Song Baqi shook his head: "That place was not ours before, and the dead boy is asking me for money based on this reason."
After a pause, he frowned and said: "Why don't you give it to him?"
It does take about thirty strings of cash to dig a sweet water well. If the windlass and ropes are also equipped, it is estimated to be thirty or more.
Old Zhao didn't want to pay, but thinking that she could sell three or five cents for each bucket of water in the future, she had to agree.
If we sell thirty or forty dan of water a day, we can earn thirty guan of money in a few months. It's not a loss. We also get a well and an old house for free. It
's a pity that the house was burned down. Otherwise, it can be lived in after cleaning it up.
Humph! When Song Laoliu and Song Sanshun come to buy water, I will charge them ten wen per dan. Let's see how rampant they are.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhao has even thought of the person who will guard the well.
Her brothers and nephews from her mother's family are ruffians, dare to yell and fight, but they are close to her. Let him come to guard the well. Let's see who dares to show his teeth and refuse to pay?