Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

The old patriarch was very happy.

Their family had a princess, and now they also had a top scholar.

There is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave at home!

The village head waved his hand proudly and said, "Prepare a three-day banquet to entertain the villagers from all around. The money will come from my salary."

The village head's grandmother said angrily, "Who doesn't have a salary? I'll pay half of this money."

The convoy arrived at Songjia Village in the afternoon. After a lively greeting, the village head had already prepared food at his home.

Zhang Zihan and Song Sanzhu both had dinner here. When the moon rose above the willows, they said goodbye and went home to rest.

After leaving the village head's house, Liu Ping was waiting at the door with Latte and Youcai. When he saw Zhang Zihan coming out, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Master, we'll take you home."

Youcai laughed and said, "Master, the bedding on the bed has been drying in the sun for three days in a row, just waiting for you to come home."

"it is good,"

Zhang Zihan and Song Sanzhu bowed and followed the three people to the big house in the east.

Song Sanzhu looked at their backs and followed them for two steps. He then realized that he seemed to have his own home in Songjia Village.

He stopped and said to You Yu and Li Cheng who were following him: "Let's stay at my house."

Suddenly thinking of that home, I couldn’t help but have a little hope in my heart: when a wanderer returns home, are his parents also waiting for him?

In your own little room, are the beddings dried in the sun, becoming warm and soft, and smelling of sunshine?

He took two quick steps and suddenly remembered his parents' indifference when he was disabled, and the series of terrible demands his second brother had made along the way.

He suddenly couldn't move his feet.

It was only two steps away, but he took a long time before he saw the gate of Old Song's house.

But why is the door of my house blocked?

When he was paralyzed, his parents kicked him out of the house and gave him this westernmost room. His eldest brother and father built a wall along the hillside of the house and opened another door on the side.

From then on, he was separated.

Now that the gate is gone, what does it mean that it has been cut back into a wall? Has the inner courtyard wall also been demolished?

Think about what my family members are thinking. Are they thinking that I will become an official and they will be a family again?

"Boss, go check on Sanzhu. He should have eaten by now, right? If he has, ask him to go home first."

The old father's strong voice came from the yard, and Song Sanzhu couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Someone still cares about him. He suddenly wanted to hug his father and cry.

"Dad, my eldest brother and I are going to pick up my third brother." Song Erzhu's voice came, and at the same time the courtyard gate opened, and Song Erzhu and Song Dazhu walked out together.

"Humph! I wanted to stay for dinner, but they wouldn't let me... Hey! Third brother, you're here?"

Song Erzhu was talking to himself when he looked up and saw three people standing in the moonlight.

"Third brother is here? Come in and sit down." Song Dazhu ran over in two or three steps and pulled him home.

Song Sanzhu was surrounded by two people and entered his long-missed home.

When he said it had been a long time, he felt as if he was still in this house as he was in his previous life.

"San'er? Is that you? You still remember to come back? I thought you forgot about your mother." Old Mrs. Song came out of the house when she heard the noise, and started crying while pulling Song Sanzhu.

All of the family members came out, "Uncle San, you're back?"

"Uncle San, we miss you so much."

"Yes, Third Brother, everyone misses you."

This was the first time in Song Sanzhu's life that he was treated like a star by his family. When he looked at the demolished courtyard wall, he felt mixed emotions.

Song Dashi stood in the light and shadow at the doorway, "Ahem, what's the fuss? San'er finally came back, let him in quickly."

Everyone pushed him into the house and surrounded him.

"Son, you enjoy life in the capital, but you don't know how hard life is for your mother at home. San Ya, that heartless woman became a princess, and she even let the villagers watch us and prevent us from entering the capital."

As soon as Old Lady Song opened her mouth, Song Sanzhu frowned.

Old Lady Song came up and started complaining. Old Man Song hit her with his walking stick. "Okay, okay, it's good that San'er is back. What else can I do when San'er comes back without you?"

Mrs. Song slapped her thigh in joy. "Oh, how can you not take me with you? I am his biological mother, the one who gave birth to him and raised him."

Song Dashi nodded, patted Song Sanzhu's shoulder with satisfaction, and said with emotion: "Well, filial piety is the most important virtue, and none of my sons are unfilial. San'er, well done, Dad is proud of you."

Song Erzhu squeezed over and said, "Mom, I have discussed it with my third brother today. You will go to the capital with him to enjoy the good life. I will not go. I will be the county magistrate or even the county magistrate in our county. Big brother and fourth brother will go with you. Leave our hometown to me and I will take care of it for you."

Song Sizhu muttered, "I'm a disabled person. I'd better ask my third brother to buy me a thousand acres of fertile land and make me a landlord. What can I do in the capital?"

Old Lady Song clapped her hands, "Oh, my son, you are following your third brother to enjoy a good life. You are not allowed to do anything. You will become the fourth master, living in the big house of the princess's mansion, ordering servants around, and having maids feed you when you eat. You don't even have to use your hands."

Song Dazhu rubbed his hands, "Hehe, hehe, Dad, if we go to the capital with you, let Dalang be the official of the princess's mansion, Silang be in charge of the treasury, and you take care of the accounts, Mom. Dad and I don't have to do anything, and we can wear slippery clothes like Third Brother. Then, the two of us can be like the legendary masters, carrying a birdcage to listen to music."

Song Dashi's wife nudged him with her elbow. "Dad, you only know how to play. I can't learn from you. I heard San Ya opened a lot of hot pot restaurants. Now that I've learned how to read and do accounting from literacy classes, I'll become San Ya's head shopkeeper and save some money for Da Lang and Si Lang."

Song Dashi glared at his eldest son and said, "You are useless! The bird cage was carried by the servants. I, the old master, just sat in the sedan chair with my hands behind my back."

He nodded to his eldest daughter-in-law.

"You are not as knowledgeable as your wife. I think you should let San'er get you a job. You are not a child anymore, and instead of making achievements, you just want to play around?"

Song Sanzhu finally couldn't help it and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm just an empty official. How can I get you an official position?"

Old Lady Song said quickly, "Don't we still have San Ya? She was able to get a royal consort for Second Lady Song, so why can't she get an official position for her uncle?"

Also, once we get to the capital, have her get me an imperial decree, one that's higher than the one Song Er got, or I won't agree."

Song Sanzhu glanced at her and said, "Mom, my daughter has severed her relationship with us. Aunt Lizheng is her second grandmother."

"Bah! If I hadn't given birth to you, how could San Ya have come into being? Even if I were to go to heaven, I'd still be her grandmother. If she dares to be unfilial, I'd file a complaint with the emperor in Beijing."