Wu frowned when she heard this.
That house doesn't belong to Song Jizu alone. Chang'an's parents haven't separated from them yet, so it's not Old Zhao's turn to sell the house, right? I
must tell my husband about this.
In the evening, Wu told her husband about her stepmother-in-law's plan to sell the house. Song Sanshun didn't react much and said, "If she wants to sell it, she can sell it. It's best if she moves out of the village."
I really don't want to see that mother and son.
As for his biological father, ever since Zhao's mother and son were threatened by him, they no longer dared to abuse him openly.
After a few more days, the weather became colder.
Song Sanshun and his six brothers went to the mountains to cut a lot of thorns and firewood, and piled them in the yard in preparation for the winter.
Wu was afraid that Chang'an would get cold, so she heated up the big kang in the room and let her little niece and brother sit on it and learn to read in peace.
Goudan and Xiao Chutou also came over after breakfast. They would stay at Song Sanshun's house until the afternoon before going home.
Now that the children have learned half of the Three Character Classic, Changan will explain to them the meaning of each word and sentence.
Every time, the children listened to a story and urged Changan to tell more.
Soon it was the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year was approaching. Many villagers had no wheat left at home, and they frequently asked Song Sanshun to borrow food. As the number of borrowings increased, Wu became somewhat unhappy.
Although we have some food stored at home, we can't help but ask everyone to borrow it, right?
There are still several months before next summer harvest, and she really can't afford to borrow money.
And Chang'an said that there will be no rain in the next three years. Three years, it's scary to think about it.
At the same time, Mrs. Zhao was not having a good time either.
After Zhao Quan spent all his money, he came again to harass Song Jizu's family.
He also brought a few thugs with him and threatened to take Song Yufeng to pay off the debt if the aunt didn't pay.
Old Mrs. Zhao was furious, but her family was weak and could not even find help, so she had to give the ten strings of money from selling the good land to Zhao Quan.
Afterwards, the family discussed and decided to find a way to sell the house and move to the county town.
"What should we do with the old thing lying in the room?" asked Song Jizu.
Old Zhao said coldly: "Take him to the old house. There is a room there that can still be lived in. I don't believe that Song Sanshun can just watch him starve to death?"
"Okay, let's do it." Song Jizu smiled, then frowned again: "At this time, who would buy our house?"
Old Zhao looked around and sighed, "Someone will buy it. Let's sell it quietly this time so that Song Sanshun doesn't know about it."
After the mother and son discussed for a while, Song Jizu decided to put the house up for sale at a pawnshop in the county town.
So the next morning, he took the house deeds, land deeds and household registration to the county town to register.
A few days later, someone came to see the house.
The middle-aged man who was looking at the house was very satisfied with the new house. After some bargaining, he bought it for twenty strings of coins.
By the time the clan leader and elders discovered something was wrong, Old Zhao had already quietly left with her family, leaving only the half-paralyzed Song Baqi.
At that time, Song Sanshun went to the mountains with several villagers to chop firewood. When they came back, they saw his old father crawling out of the dilapidated house of the old house and asking for food from the village children playing on the roadside.
Looking at his thin old father with white hair and beard, Song Sanshun finally couldn't bear it. He went home to get hot porridge and steamed buns and watched him eat them voraciously.
After finishing a bowl of porridge and licking the bowl clean, Song Baqi looked up at his third son, tears streaming down his face: "Sanshun, Daddy is sorry for you."
Song Sanshun didn't say anything, took the bowl, and carried his father back to the old house.
Because the house had been burned down and the roof was gone, Song Baqi lay on a mat in the corner of the earthen wall, but he still used the thin and tattered quilt to keep warm.
Song Sanshun returned home, brought over a roll of straw mat, spread it on the mat, and took out a thick quilt to cover his father.
Song Baqi silently watched his third son busying himself for him, tears streaming down his face.
He remembered clearly what he had done to his own son before, and he felt remorseful every time he was cold, hungry and couldn't sleep.
"You live here for the time being. I'll call a few people to renovate the old house later." After saying this, Song Sanshun turned and left.
The next day, Song Sanshun called a lot of people to come and repair the house. The mud inside the wall frame had to be cleaned out, and the burnt beams and bamboos had to be moved out of the yard.
Then he bought a lot of bamboo and mats, as well as new beams and thatch, and managed to repair the dilapidated house.
The kang was rebuilt in the room, covered with mats and thatch, and then the old father was moved onto it.
While his father was sleeping, Song Sanshun took off the beads from his neck and put them close to his father's head.
After a moment, he took the beads back.
Song Sanshun didn't know if what he did was right, but he couldn't bear to watch his father die.
Even if his father's condition improves this time and he goes to find his stepmother's family, he will accept it.
At least I won't have to serve and look after him anymore.
The next day, Song Sanshun went to deliver food to Song Baqi when he suddenly saw his father coming out of the toilet by himself.
Song Sanshun placed the hot porridge and steamed buns on the table, and took out a plate of pickled radish from the basket. "Eat it while it's hot."
He looked at his old father who was walking unsteadily and was very surprised.
Changan said that beads can cure diseases, and it is true!
Looking at the old father's appearance, it is not that the disease has not been cured, but that he is very weak.
Could it be that Chang'an also cured my brother-in-law's illness?
And Goudan, his father bought a coffin and he suddenly got better.
Song Baqi sat down on the kang panting, picked up the porridge and was about to eat it, but suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and asked his son: "Sanshun, have you eaten?"
Song Sanshun lowered his eyelids and said, "I'll eat it when you're done with it."
Song Baqi nodded, and then slurped the thick porridge.
While his father was eating, Song Sanshun found a wooden stick in the yard, sharpened it, and brought it to his father's kang: "The village doctor said that you should walk more for your illness. Moving your legs and feet will help you recover faster."
"Yeah." Song Baqi looked up at his third son, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist again.
The one or two months of being sick made him realize how cold-hearted his wife was.
As for Song Jizu and Song Chengye, how much I doted on them in the past, how much I hate them now.
I was lying on the kang, unable to move, and couldn't even drink a sip of water.
Not to mention that Song Jizu often insulted and beat him, Song Chengye also treated his grandfather like air. No matter how he shouted, the little beast just ignored him.
"Sanshun, Dad is sorry for you and Erxiao." Song Baqi wiped his tears with his sleeves.
Song Sanshun said nothing and turned and left the house.
In the following days, Song Baqi's health got better day by day, and later he was even able to cook by himself.
So Song Sanshun gave him some food, equipped the kitchen with everything he needed, and bought him an iron pot.
He was also given a set of old cotton clothes and trousers so that he could change out of his dirty cotton robe.
When the white and black birds were released in Chang'an in the morning, I would pass by the old house and still see my grandfather sitting at the gate of the yard with a cane, staring at me blankly.
Chang'an did not go there and stayed away from it.
Soon, two mule carts drove into the village.
A middle-aged couple and a boy about eight or nine years old got off the car.
The boy looked around as soon as he got off the mule cart. When he saw Chang'an, his handsome eyes narrowed slightly.
He ran over and called softly, "Chang'an."