Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

Song Yanbai and Chu Xianyun's faces changed drastically. "Aunt, how can you say that? Xiaorou is an honest person. She and Brother Zhou are innocent."

"Qingbai? Haha, Qingbai would abandon her own man and run to find another man?" Zhou Xia laughed sarcastically.

"Don't worry, aunt. I can't get married, and I won't marry cousin Zhou. Cousin Zhou is just a cousin. I always treat him as a brother. I don't like him. He is not the type of man I like." Xia Xiaorou said in a calm voice.

Zhou Xia opened her eyes wide, "You still dislike your cousin? Bah, why don't you look at yourself in the mirror and see what you look like."

Xia Xiaorou raised her eyebrows. "Don't worry about what I look like. You should worry about other people in the family, such as my uncle."

"Your uncle? What's wrong with your uncle?" Zhou Xia's eyes widened.

Xia Xiaorou glanced at her, suppressing the sneer on her lips, "If I say too much, my aunt will scold me for interfering in your family's affairs. As for what it is, go back and ask yourself."

She said no more and turned into the house.

Zhou Xia had always been suspicious of her man, and when she heard Xia Xiaorou's sudden words, she couldn't help but feel nervous. How could she have the mood to scold Xia Xiaorou?

She ran away with a gloomy face.

"Xiao Rou, don't think too much. We all see what kind of person you are." Chu Xianyun said with gestures.

"Your aunt dotes on your cousin. She not only talks about you, but she also talks about me." Song Yanbai also said.

Xia Xiaorou said calmly, "I don't take it to heart."

Zhou Xia didn't like her, and she didn't like Zhou Xia either.

If you don't like it, there's no question of being disappointed.

Auntie Qin, a neighbor, came over and said to Xia Xiaorou with a smile, "Xiaorou, I saw your ex-mother-in-law and ex-father-in-law sitting in a donkey cart and hurriedly leaving the village. It's almost dark now, where can they go?"

This aunt Qin has always been at odds with Mrs. Song Liu.

When talking about Song Liu, his face was full of gloating.

"Who knows?" Xia Xiaorou smiled indifferently.

"Alas, her second son is in jail. I'm afraid her family won't be able to celebrate the New Year well." She sighed but said it with a smile. Aunt Qin's face was full of joy. "Other families are celebrating the New Year happily, but her family is busy trying to get people out of jail."

Xia Xiaorou looked in the direction of Song Liu's house, with the corners of her lips slightly raised: Song Liu, in the previous life, you took advantage of me and swallowed up so much money. In this life, you have to spit out the amount!

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In the evening, it started snowing heavily again.

Mrs. Song Liu asked Song Cuixi to look after the children at home, and she and Song Gaofu rushed to the county town overnight in the wind and snow.

It wasn't until the next morning that they arrived at the county town.

The two were anxious and did not even have breakfast. They hurried to the shop in the county town where their eldest son worked.

Song Baoshan worked as a shopkeeper and lived in the shop with his wife and children.

The New Year is coming soon, so the shop opens early every day.

At 7:00 p.m., just as the sky was getting light, he opened the door and saw his parents rushing towards him with haggard faces and anxious expressions, "Baoshan, it's bad, something big happened at home!"

Song Baoshan turned his head to look inside the shop, and with a sullen face, he pulled his parents aside, "Dad, Mom, keep your voice down. Our boss's nephew also lives in the shop, be careful he might hear us."

It’s hard to say so early in the morning. Which businessman would like to hear that?

Are his parents trying to cause trouble for him?

Mrs. Song stamped her feet in annoyance. "I don't want to be loud, but I'm anxious."

"What exactly happened? Mom, please tell me quickly. I'm busy now." Song Baoshan said with a frown.

"Your brother accidentally killed someone more than two years ago, and was arrested by people from the county government the day before yesterday. You have to help him. You must not let the county government sentence him to death." Song Liu was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Song Baoshan was shocked. "Mom, this... is this true or false? Isn't Wenshan a student? He wants to take the exam to become a scholar and an official. How could he beat someone to death?"

"That brat, huh, how can he be as smart as me? What an idiot!" Song Gaofu suspected that his second son was not his own, and he felt so angry when he thought of the stupid things Song Wenshan had done.

At the critical moment, Song Liu no longer intended to hide the truth from her second son and had to tell him the truth.

Song Baoshan stamped his feet and turned away, "I don't have any money!"

"You don't want to help, right? If your second brother is sentenced to death, Pingshun and Anshun will not be able to pass the exams in the future. No, their sons and grandsons will not be able to pass the exams and become officials either." Song Liu warned.

Song Baoshan became even more annoyed, "I really don't have any money!"

"You are the shopkeeper, how could you not have money on hand?" Song Liu didn't believe what her eldest son said.

Song Wenshan sighed, "Ping Shunniang's family borrowed three hundred taels. We don't have a penny on hand, so we are just waiting for the end of the year when business is good and the boss will give us a reward."

"What? You spendthrift, why do you listen to your wife? Don't you care about your own family?" Song Liu was so angry that she beat Song Baoshan.

"Why did you hit Baoshan? This was Wenshan's fault!" Song Gaofu pulled Song Liushi and slapped him in anger.

The family was quarreling and fighting beside the shop door, attracting many people who had gone out to buy New Year's goods in the morning to stop and watch.

"What are you arguing about? Go somewhere else if you want to argue! Baoshan, you don't want to work next year, do you?" A young man walked out of the shop where Song Baoshan worked and said loudly.

When Song Baoshan saw him, his expression changed immediately, and he said with a smile, "Master Qi, you are joking. I will have someone leave immediately."

"The shop is busy, come here immediately." The young man said with a serious face.

"Okay, okay." Song Baoshan nodded.

After the young man entered the shop, Song Baoshan turned around and said to his parents in a deep voice, "That's the boss's nephew. I can't be lazy with him around! I have to go back to the shop to work."

Song Liu pulled him and said, "You don't care about your brother's affairs?"

"How can I care? I can't leave!" Song Baoshan said anxiously.

"If you don't want to go to the county government, then give me some silver! You can't go to jail without silver." Song Liu said anxiously.

Worried that his parents would continue to make a fuss and affect his job, Song Baoshan had to return to his residence in the back hall of the shop and take out fifty taels of silver for his parents.

They said that this was all they had, and if they wanted more, they would have to wait until New Year's Eve for the boss to give out bonuses. Whether they could give out bonuses, and how much, would depend on their performance over the next few days at the end of the year.

Song Liu was worried that it would affect her eldest son's job, so she had to accept the fifty taels of silver.

At Song Gaofu's urging, the two men dragged their tired bodies to the prison cell where the prisoners were held at the county government office.

They learned that they wanted to meet Song Wenshan who was imprisoned in death row.

The jailer at the gate asked without hesitation, "One ounce of silver."

One or two taels per person?

Why don't you go and rob it?

Song Liu felt heartbroken as if it were cut by a knife, and Song Gaofu was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

But how can the common people defeat the government?

Song Liu had no choice but to give one or two taels of silver.

The jailer took the silver and led Song Liu and Song Gaofu to the death row.

Seeing her usually handsome and elegant son locked up with his hair disheveled like a beggar, Mrs. Song Liu felt even more heartbroken.

“Wenshan——” But she just shouted once, and was chased out by the prison boss, “Just leave after you’ve seen it.”

"Brother officer, I haven't spoken to my son yet."

"There's a price to pay for talking, one tael of silver for every moment of your time," the jailer added.

When had Song Liu ever been treated so humiliatingly? She was almost furious.

But she didn't dare to jump, and could only curse in her heart and obediently gave another tael of silver.

The yamen runner took the silver and pointed to the hourglass on the table, "It's counting time here. You have to leave immediately after one minute!"

Mrs. Song Liu looked at the sand leaking down quickly and panicked. She hurried over and shouted, "Wenshan, Wenshan?"