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

Seeing the old man go out, Mrs. Song hurriedly got down to the ground, put on her shoes, and chased after Song Dashi.

Although the old man is strict, he is not good at speaking. If I follow him, maybe I can help him.

Song Dazhu was sitting in the yard packing up farm tools. Seeing that his parents had gone out, he winked at his wife, and the eldest wife of the Song family quickly put down her work and followed them.

When Song Erzhu's wife saw this, she didn't want to be left behind and ran out too.

Song Sanzhu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Widow Sun. "Where are you going?"

Song Sanzhu said, "I'll go help. Those ungrateful bastards are very stubborn. Don't let them start a fight with Dad."

"So what if they do it? They've already severed ties, and if they don't acknowledge their grandparents, how can they acknowledge you as their biological father?"

Finally, those wolf cubs were no longer in her sight, and she couldn't let Song Sanzhu pass.

What if the affection between father and son is rekindled and brought back together? Wouldn't that be disgusting?

Thinking of this, Widow Sun said softly, "Sanlang, don't be sad. Even if you lose those children, don't you still have this one in my belly?"

As she said that, she leaned over and let Song Sanzhu touch her belly.

"Feel it, it's only been two months, and I can already feel it moving. Other children feel fetal movement at four months, but you see our two children, we felt it at two months. This child of ours is definitely a smart one."

Song Sanzhu touched it for a while and nodded hesitantly.

To be honest, he really didn't feel any movement, but after only two months, he felt it.

Widow Sun said that the baby had early fetal movement and was smart.

Song Sanzhu felt as if he felt the child move.

In fact, how could he know how the fetus could move when it was two months old?

But he simply believed what Widow Sun said. He thought that Widow Sun was deeply in love with him and that she had endured for five or six years before finally marrying him for the sake of their family harmony. How could she possibly lie to him?

Unlike my ex-wife, who was a blockhead. She would only be gentle for two days after being beaten if I said something or moved.

And these few children are indeed not as smart as Youcai. Youcai can even recite the Three Character Classic, but those few can't even read a single word.

Widow Sun's voice rang out again, "Sanlang, the teacher praised Cai Ge'er's handwriting again.

Don't worry, our Cai Ge is smart and will definitely pass the exam to become a scholar, or even become a juren.

By then, Sanlang will be the real father of the Juren master, and everyone will call you "Old Master."

Song Sanzhu was overjoyed when he heard this. Looking at Widow Sun's shy and timid look, he couldn't help but hug Widow Sun and go into the house to make out with her.

But Song Dashi and his group met someone who asked him what he was doing.

Song Dashi sighed helplessly, "It's the father's fault if the child is not well educated. Sanzhu didn't teach his child well. As a grandfather, I can't just sit back and do nothing."

"Uncle Shitou, are you going to look for Chunshan? Aren't you both cut off your relationship? Why do you still want to discipline him?"

"Alas, I'm old and can't control my son anymore. The child is angry with his father. Although the relationship is severed, he is still my grandson. His father doesn't care, but as his grandfather, I can't ignore him."

He called him "dear grandfather" every time he spoke, and he was saying it to the head of the village.

What second grandfather? He has to manage the money of several children. He is the real grandfather. No matter how the money is discussed, he has to be in charge, right?

Song Jinxiu was discussing the preparations for the Liangliang dinner with her brother and the village head.

"Brother, Second Grandpa, I just feel that my uncles and aunts were very dedicated in helping to build the house. Although this was done out of favors from Second Grandpa, the eldest uncle, and the second uncle, the uncles and aunts really didn't slack off.

Everyone also donated money to treat my brother's leg. We were very touched. We happened to see the wild boar that Uncle Zhong had killed, so we thought of treating the villagers to a pig-killing meal.

There has to be a reason for this meal, that's why I mentioned the Liang rice. Second Grandfather, do you think it's feasible?"

The village head smiled and stroked his beard. "Well, you're a good kid who knows how to be grateful. I've heard that there's also this custom of holding a beam-raising feast in the south, but we don't have it here, so it's not a good idea to start one."

The village head explained, "Once you start this, what will happen to other people who build houses in the future?

It's easy if you have money, you can just follow along and get a meal. If you don't have that much money, you may be reluctant to get a meal, but if you don't, will people talk about you?

Look, Chunsheng's family has already held a beam-raising banquet, why don't you do one? It doesn't look good, does it? "

Song Jinxiu was stunned. "I didn't think so much. What about Second Grandfather? What should we do now? I've already told everyone about the Liang banquet."

The village head said with a smile, "Then call it a thank-you banquet. Chunsheng's leg treatment was a big favor to you all. Although you didn't take the money, you still have to repay the favor. It's perfect, so call it a dinner for the whole village to thank everyone for their donations."

Song Chunsheng quickly agreed, "Second Grandpa is really thoughtful. I'll have to help with this matter."

The village head laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's natural. Second Grandpa wouldn't be happy if you asked others for help."

Song Jinxiu asked, "Since we're inviting the whole village to dinner, is one pig enough? Should we buy some more?"

Cheng Zhong, who came in to get the basin, smiled and said to the village head: "Uncle Lizheng is worthy of being the pillar of the village. He considers things very carefully.

Unlike me, when I heard San Ya mention holding a Liang banquet, the first thing I thought of was this child’s generosity.”

Then he turned to Song Jinxiu and her brother, "One pig is enough. We don't just want to eat the meat. We can buy some vegetables to go with it."

A few people were chatting and laughing. As soon as they finished their discussion, the headman stood up and asked his two daughters-in-law to go buy vegetables.

The wild boars were being picked up in the open space outside the village head's yard, which was now surrounded by adults and children who came to watch the fun.

Song Fugui, the little grandson of the village head, is nine years old and a head taller than Xiao Qiu Sheng.

Ever since Qiu Sheng slept in the same room with him, the child took special care of him.

At this moment, he was holding Song Qiu Sheng's hand and said to the other children, "Don't fight over it for a while. The pig bladder belongs to Qiu Sheng. Once it's blown up, we can play together."

Children in rural areas don’t have many toys. They put water in a pig’s bladder, blow it up, and tie it tightly with a rope to play with it as a balloon.

Every time a pig was slaughtered, the children would fight over the pig's bladder.

A child quickly asked, "Qiu Sheng, can I play with you?"

"And me, Qiu Sheng, can I play with you too?"

"Qiu Sheng, count me in,"

"Qiu Sheng,"

"Qiu Sheng"

Song Qiu Sheng's face was flushed red. It was the first time that he was the center of attention. He was a little too excited.

"Well, okay, let's take turns playing one by one."

"yeah!"

Just as the children were making a lot of noise, Song Dashi walked over with his hands behind his back.

He looked around and didn't see Chunsheng and Jinxiu. He glanced at Xiao Qiu Sheng and turned his head away without paying any attention.

Xiao Qiu Sheng was enjoying the attention of the crowd, feeling elated when he suddenly saw a gloomy face. He was so scared that he staggered and started hiccuping.

Song Dashi then looked at him with disdain and muttered, "No quality."

"No talent" means no future, which is the local dialect.

Grandpa's words made Xiao Qiu Sheng hide behind Song Fugui and dared not look anymore.

Song Dashi didn't see Chunsheng and Jinxiu, so he said to Cheng Zhong, who was sorting the pork, "Wait a moment. When the pig is ready, just take it to my house."