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

Old Lady Song whispered, "Alas, there's a saying from ancient times that a beautiful wife is the root of trouble, while an ugly wife brings prosperity to the family. Anyway, San Ya is rich, and San Er is an official. At most, I can just give San Er a few more beautiful concubines."

Song Dashi: "Isn't it the clan rule that forbids taking concubines?"

Old Lady Song glared at him and said, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. If you're not allowed to take a concubine, then you can take a concubine. Can a living person die from holding his urine?"

Song Dashi glanced at the old woman with a wrinkled face and triangular eyes, and his heart moved.

After lunch, when the children and the elderly had just woken up, they heard the "bang bang bang" sound of a wooden fish.

Then came bursts of Buddhist chants.

A sacrificial shed was set up in front of the old Song family’s house, and a ritual was performed.

The Song family was alarmed and went out to see a large sacrificial shed facing their front door.

Outside the shed stood a plain-painted archway, with two large banners placed on either side of the main entrance. Inside the shed stood a sacrificial hall, with a large stone half a man's height in the center, inscribed with the words "This is the seat of Song Sanzhu, the third son of Song Dashi."

Then I saw seven or eight monks with their backs to the stone, surrounding the gate of their house, chanting sutras with their mouths opening and closing.

When Old Lady Song saw the plain-painted archway and the large banners and umbrellas, she was so frightened that she took two steps back, then she let out a cry, jumped up and started cursing.

"That damned, black-hearted, rotten-lung bastard, has his mother's misfortune come to my doorstep? My son is a high-ranking official, and my granddaughter is a princess. If I send a message to the emperor, I can chop off all your ancestors for eight generations."

She couldn't read, and she hadn't seen what was in the altar, but it was very unlucky for such paper goods to appear at her doorstep.

Song Wulang curiously touched here and looked there, even turning around twice with his umbrella. Finally, he ran to the big rock, pointed at the words on it and read them out loud.

"This is the position of Song Sanzhu, the third son of Song Dashi. Huh? My third uncle turned into a stone?"

When Song Dashi heard it was related to Song Sanzhu, what else was there to understand?

It is said that no one knows a son better than his father. He knew that the third son had done something wrong again.

These days he has been like a monkey, jumping up and down to avoid his family. He knows that this is probably instigated by that old man Song Er, and he has become disloyal to his family.

He thought that he was his biological father, and no matter what, he could not escape from his palm.

I didn't expect that I was still careless. This son of a bitch is really out of control, actually causing such a thing at home.

"Old Three, get out of here!"

Li Cheng, wearing a black veil, walked forward and bowed to Song Dashi. Pointing at the big stone, he said, "Our master is here!"

He looked at Song Dashi's dark face and explained quickly:

"This is a stubborn stone on a green mountain. Our master fed the stone with his body for forty-nine days, his blood shed eighteen times, and his death and rebirth will be known to heaven.

I am returning the stone home now, and from now on we will have nothing to worry about. You are so lucky, old man. Please accept my condolences."

There is an anecdote: it is said that stones fed with human blood have the same effects as modern Taishan stones. If the stones are fed by a close relative, they can bring good health and immunity to all diseases.

Song Dashi was so angry that he fell backwards.

Feeding a stone with his body for 49 days, are you kidding me? That damn kid, just a cut on his hand, screamed for hours, and even bled dry? How could someone still be alive after all that blood was bled dry?

"What about him? Is he dead? If not, get out of here."

"Please accept my condolences. I was on the verge of death when I happened to meet a Buddhist monk who enlightened me. I converted to Buddhism. Amitabha."

When he heard the voice, Song Dashi realized belatedly that the bald monk who had been standing next to him was his third son.

He stared blankly at Song Sanzhu's bald head and robes: "No way? He really shaved his head and became a monk?"

At this time, the villagers heard the news and gathered around. For a while, the entrance of the old Song family was crowded with people. It was difficult for Li Zheng to squeeze in. When he saw the sacrificial shed and the bald Song Sanzhu, he was also stunned.

Is this kid being driven crazy?

Watching Li Cheng and several servants carrying a large stone into Old Song's house.

"thump,"

The stone was placed in the courtyard.

Song Sanzhu took the lead and led a group of monks to perform rituals around the stone.

Looking at Song Dashi's hands shaking with anger, Song Lizheng twitched his lips, hid in the crowd, then turned and left.

The Song family really needed a good beating. They'd been acting so arrogant lately, showing off to everyone they met, and even threatening to follow Sanzhu to Beijing. He was just thinking of coming over to give them a good beating!

It seems that every evildoer will be punished by his own evildoer. Song Sanzhu has been a reckless person since he was a child, and now his behavior can be considered a blessing in disguise.

The farce in Songjia Village's old Song family intensified. The old Song family sent out all the aunts and uncles to persuade Song Sanzhu to reconcile. However, sweet words, threats and inducements were all ineffective.

Song Sanzhu said: "That stone is your Song Sanzhu. If you have anything to say, just say it to the stone. I have been reborn into Nirvana and am now Master Xukong. From now on, I will not enter the mortal world."

Song Dashi was so angry that he lay in bed for three days. Finally, he said, "Song Laosan is a conceited person. If all else fails, I'll use the honey trap."

First, the thin woman came on the scene and scared Song Sanzhu so much that he almost vomited out his overnight meal.

Song Dashi took a look and found that it was indeed useless.

So he personally looked through them and selected attractive middle-aged women.

As a result, Song Sanzhu was often encountered by some gorgeous women, surrounded by them, and was unable to guard against them.

Putting aside the hustle and bustle of the old Song family, in the capital, Song Jinxiu was also encountered by the second prince of southern Xinjiang.

Although the folk song performance was horrible, Song Jinxiu's eccentric and domineering singing voice caught the attention of the second prince of southern Xinjiang.

As soon as the little girl opened her mouth, her voice was crisp and bright. She stood on a stool with one foot and put the other foot directly on the table. She pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at them with the other hand. The finger swayed and pointed, as if it touched his heart.

So the content of the peace talks was changed. They asked for a marriage alliance and asked to marry Princess Kangle to maintain eternal friendship between the two countries.

Emperor Cangwu's face darkened. "Do you think you can covet my princess? If not, let's fight. I suddenly want to start a war, okay?"

The court officials also strongly opposed it. It was okay to marry a princess, but Kang Le was not just a princess. She was also a first-rank cabinet minister in Cangwu, and her affairs were related to the government of Cangwu. Could she be someone who could be married off casually?

The ruler and his ministers of Cangwu were resolute in their attitude, so the people of Southern Xinjiang had no choice but to raise other demands.

For example, if they want to learn Cangwu's Nine Causes of the Great Dao and introduce Cangwu's mathematics course, they hope that the Emperor of Cangwu can send Princess Kangle to their southern border to teach for a period of time.

When the officials of Cangwu heard this, they realized that this was not acceptable.

I can pass on the Nine Causes of the Great Dao to you, but our Cangwu mathematics course tutorials cannot be passed on to outsiders. Princess Kangle is still young and cannot leave her hometown, so I declined.

What a joke! After Princess Kangle taught them mathematics for so many days, they all understood clearly that the Nine Causes of the Great Dao was just a stepping stone to mathematics, and the profound things were all behind it!

These people in southern Xinjiang are too smart. They actually want to poach our people. If that doesn't work, we can just keep fighting.