Spring comes to the desperate place

In the middle of the night, Wang Fugui was still tossing and turning at home and couldn't sleep. Wang Zhang, who was beside him, was annoyed by his restlessness and couldn't help but kicked him: "Why are you making a fuss in the middle of the night? Are you still asleep?"

Wang Fugui got so angry after being kicked: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, you still have time to sleep? You made such a big mess today, and you still have the mind to sleep?"

Wang Zhang was also angry. She turned over and sat up, pointing at her husband in the dark and cursing: "How dare you say that to me? Who said that a family of outsiders had no roots? We just let them do whatever they wanted. I don't think they dared to not give us face, but what happened? Our son was beaten with blood all over his face, and we just let it go like that?"

Thinking of his son's face covered in blood today, Wang Fugui felt a little distressed. He only had this one son, and he protected him like the apple of his eye. Any child in the village who dared to bully his son had been punished by him. When the parents came to him, he would punish them, no matter whether they were his relatives or not.

But today they hit a wall. The Song family was not only difficult to deal with, but also very annoying. They didn't get any benefits at all. Instead, they were grabbed by the scruff of the neck and thrown out. When had Wang Fugui ever suffered such humiliation? But when he thought of those majestic imperial guards, Wang Fugui became frightened again.

Wang Zhang refused to give in and even wanted to use force on the Song family, otherwise she would not be able to vent her anger.

"I don't care. I will make that bitch Song Qin pay the price. I will definitely settle the score for her beating me today, as well as our son. Humph, those two little bastards better not fall into my hands, otherwise..." Wang Zhang's eyes were filled with unconcealable viciousness. If an outsider saw it, they would probably think that this woman had gone crazy.

Wang Fugui still retained a trace of rationality. Although the child in brocade clothes only said one sentence from beginning to end, from his attitude, he was on the side of the Song family. Unfortunately, he still didn't understand what the background of this child was.

At the Song family, Song Chunlin retracted his eavesdropping vines and slowly lay back on the bed. He didn't expect that Gu Fengyue's imperial guards couldn't make Wang Fugui see the situation clearly, and Wang Zhang even vowed to make their family look bad.

This couple is really bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and they refuse to repent.

Song Chunlin flashed into the space and walked to a pile of medicines, which he had collected bit by bit from the pharmacy. He took out a bottle of laxative from it. After leaving the space, he controlled a vine and came to the Wang family's yard. He looked around, saw the kitchen and went in.

When Tengman came back, only half of the bottle of laxative was left. Song Chunlin put away the bottle with satisfaction and went to bed contentedly.

For the next three days, the Wang family seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. They all had diarrhea and the toilet was never empty. In the end, Wang Zhang didn't have the energy to clean it up, and the whole Wang family was stinking. The villagers who lived next to him were in a terrible situation. The stench even drifted into their homes, and they were so angry that they surrounded the Wang family and cursed them.

Normally, Wang Zhang would have definitely cursed back, but now she really didn't have the strength to curse anymore. She didn't dare to open her mouth to curse, for fear that if her voice got louder, she would lose control and curse.

Wang Fugui came out of the toilet, feeling exhausted. At first he thought that the Song family’s banquet was not clean, but most of the people in the village went to the Song family’s pig-killing banquet that day, but only their family had diarrhea all the time.

Wang Fugui would never have thought that Song Chunlin would secretly put laxatives in their water tank. Now their family has become completely quiet. The whole family is so exhausted that they can't help but be quiet.

Song Chunlin also heard the news. Those who wanted to make friends with the Song family laughed at the Wang family for doing too many immoral things and that was the retribution they suffered.

Song Qin smiled and said nothing.

After three days of diarrhea, the Wang family was completely exhausted. Song Chunlin planned to let them rest for a while. As long as they didn't make trouble and didn't cause trouble for the Song family, Song Chunlin didn't mind treating them as air. But as long as they wanted to go against the Song family, I'm sorry, he still had a lot of laxatives, and it wouldn't be a waste to use them on the Wang family.

During the few days when the Wang family was quiet, Song Chunlin took out the pig intestines and pork that were thrown into the space. The pig intestines were really smelly, and Song Chunlin almost vomited from the fumes. In the end, Song Dazhuang came over and endured the nausea to wash his son's large intestine.

Following Song Chunlin's instructions, Song Dazhuang poured flour and rubbed the pig intestines repeatedly. Washing the large intestines was a delicate job, and Song Dazhuang didn't know how much flour he had wasted before he cleaned the intestines of the two pigs. Then he separated the large intestines from the small intestines. The large intestines were used for braising, and the small intestines were used for making sausages.

The small intestine of a pig is about ten meters long, and about thirty meters long at both ends, which can be used to make a lot of sausages. It was the first time for Song Chunlin to make sausages himself. To be on the safe side, he only made two flavors, one Cantonese style and the other spicy.

This was the first time that the Song family made this dish, so all the adults were involved. Song Dazhuang and Song Qin were responsible for the spicy food, while Grandpa Song and Grandma Song were responsible for the Cantonese food.

Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin watched over Song Xiaobao and prevented him from making trouble. Song Xiaobao also stayed obediently in his brother's arms, watching his parents and grandfathers busy with work.

They started working in the morning and didn't finish making all the sausages until the afternoon. They hung them in the ventilated corridor, which was a spectacular sight.

Song Dazhuang pounded his waist and said, "Chunlin, what kind of sausage is this? Can we just hang it like this and eat it?"

Song Chunlin blinked his eyes and said, "Of course we can't eat it, Dad. After a few days, when the casings are dried, we need to smoke them with pine branches. Only then will the sausages taste good."

Song Qinshi: "Oh, this is really a lot of work to eat. What's wrong with those people's brains? They can think of so many ways to eat a stinky large intestine."

Song Chunlin took out the clay pot rice with cured meat from the space with a smile. He had packed it from the store, and it was still hot when he took it out.

"We've been working too late today, so let's take a break and taste this sausage in advance. Grandpa, little grandpa, this is yours."

Grandpa Song took the still warm casserole with a smile, handed it to Aunt Song, and did not forget to close the lid for him. As soon as he opened the lid, he smelled the special aroma of the cured meat, coupled with the crystal white rice grains. Grandpa Song and Aunt Song were both stunned.

"This rice looks really delicious." The first thing the farmer ate was rice. Different from the rice in the north, the long-grain fragrant rice is the most suitable for making claypot rice. The texture is not as soft as the rice in the north, but it has a slight chewiness. Coupled with the oil soaked in bacon, it tastes even more unique.