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

"Humph, they say that San Ya, that bitch, saved someone and was rewarded with silver by a noble. Bah, that stubborn bastard, how could he have the guts to save someone? He must have done something shameful to earn that money."

Old Lady Song glared with her triangular eyes, raised her eyebrows, and said angrily, "If she sells herself, that's righteousness, but if she does something shameless, I think she will be doomed."

Without an excuse to ask for the house, and without getting even a piece of pork, and getting covered in stench, Old Lady Song felt resentful.

Song Dazhu: "Mom, is it really impossible to keep the house? What about Dalang getting married?"

Old Lady Song grinned and said, "The house isn't finished yet, what are you panicking about? Humph, once they finish building it, I'll move right in. Do they still dare to chase me, their own nurse, out?"

Everyone lowered their heads: their family is also a well-known family, if they really kicked them out, it would be really embarrassing.

The second son's wife curled her lips and said, "Brother, the old clan leader has gone. They actually asked the old clan leader to preside over the beam raising ceremony. The village head is clearly trying to protect them."

Dazhu's wife had a white cloth wrapped around her head, and she was filled with hatred.

"Humph, is there any need to say more? Didn't you say you would adopt me? The old patriarch must be very happy. Only those wolf cubs are ignorant. They dare to acknowledge the lonely star as their ancestor, and they are not afraid of being killed."

Song Erzhu, who worked as an accountant in Yuanyang County and had returned with Song Sizhu today, asked in confusion, "Dad, have you ever offended the head of the village? Isn't it obvious that he's supporting those people by doing this? Why?"

"Why else? It's just that your mother was a big mouth and kept telling everyone about that unlucky guy in his family, and the village head's wife heard it."

When Mrs. Song heard this, she was unhappy.

"Song Dashi, you have no conscience. Didn't you say that at the time? It's just that when you saw someone coming, you pushed the blame on me. What's the matter? Now you blame me?"

"I was speaking quietly. When I saw the headman's wife from a distance, I shut up. Unlike you, you were talking at a high pitch with your eyes closed, without even checking if there were any outsiders."

"you……"

Seeing his parents angry, Song Sanzhu, who was squatting on the side, said quickly: "How long ago was that? I'm afraid the head of the village has forgotten it.

If you ask me, he is just jealous that I married a good wife and have a smart son, so he deliberately broke off the relationship with a few ungrateful people and adopted him. Is he trying to annoy me?

Everyone: What kind of magic potion did your widowed wife give you? Is it really that good?

But because Widow Sun was present, everyone could only complain in their hearts.

Song Dashi glared at Song Sanzhu and cursed, "You useless thing, you can't even control your own son."

Song Sanzhu was stunned. "Dad, what does this have to do with me? It was Dad who made him leave the house, so they broke off the relationship. Besides, they all have bad luck, so breaking off the relationship will stop them from being cursed. Isn't this a good thing?"

Widow Sun held Song Sanzhu's shoulders and kneaded them, saying, "Sanlang is right. If you ask me, it's better for them to be adopted. That way, the jinx won't be able to hinder our family anymore."

She sighed compassionately, "Alas! A star of misfortune meets a star of jinx. I wonder if the headman's family can subdue them."

Old Lady Song slapped her thigh and gritted her teeth, saying, "Yes, they are definitely unstoppable. They will all be defeated."

Having said that, what Song Dashi regrets most now is that he made Song Chunsheng and his group of ungrateful people kick out the house.

No matter how scary a jinx is, it cannot be seen or touched, and it is difficult to tell whether it is real or fake.

That brick and tile house is real, and it makes people jealous and anxious, and they want to own it.

These days he kept thinking, how great it would have been if he had divided it up at that time?

Or if he could have asked a few stubborn guys to take an extra piece of clothing, he could have found an excuse to talk about family affection with a few ungrateful people.

I originally thought that since this grandson was a cripple and had a disfigured face, it would be a hassle for him to find a wife in the future.

If you don't let him get married, how long will it take to support a disabled person?

And the third girl is so fierce that she would rather die than help her family. We can't rely on her.

Wu Ya was pale and thin, a little girl, so he automatically ignored her.

As for Xiao Qiu Sheng, he had a big head, a big belly, thin arms and legs, and he looked so listless that he couldn't even make a sound. It seemed that he was destined to die young.

Originally, he didn't take these children seriously. He had so many grandchildren, so a few wouldn't make a difference.

Since Chunsheng wanted to take them away, he agreed to their wish, thinking that it would be better to die outside to avoid the bad luck of dying at home.

But who would have thought that San Ya would actually save the noble man?

After the beam was raised, there was a thank-you banquet for the four brothers and sisters.

Because there was still a lot of work to be done after the beam was put up, the thank-you banquet was held in the afternoon.

At the end of the afternoon, dozens of tables were lined up on the street in front of the village head's house.

Under the direction of the village head, Aunt Qingshan, Aunt Qingshu, Aunt Cuihua, Second Aunt, Aunt Huozi and others were busy serving the dishes. Fuquan, Tietou and other half-grown children were serving the dishes in an endless stream.

While serving the dishes, Tietou pinched a meatball and stuffed it into his mouth, but was slapped by Tietou's mother.

"If you keep eating secretly, I'll let you eat bamboo shoots and fried meat."

Fuquan said with a smile: "Auntie, I won't eat it secretly. Can you make a meatball for me? I am not allowed to eat the dishes here, and I am so greedy."

"That's right, auntie, make one for me too."

"And I."

……

"You are all greedy cats." Tietou's mother scolded with a smile, but still pinched meatballs and stuffed them into their mouths.

When the last plate of croquettes was served, the dish was complete.

The village head hadn't slept all night to cook sorghum and make wine, and he said a few polite words with dark circles under his eyes.

There is no doubt that when a few children are in trouble, everyone lends a hand, which is friendship and charity. The children know how to be grateful, which shows that the children have good character. We will continue to take care of them in the future, etc.

In short, the final conclusion is: the Song family is united and friendly, the elders are kind, and the younger generations are polite, and they will continue to carry forward the tradition.

Song Chunsheng and his two siblings bowed to their elders again, and the thank-you banquet officially began.

After three rounds of drinks, the old patriarch said with a smile, "When Chunsheng's legs and feet are healed, I will personally host a banquet to celebrate my third brother having an heir."

Of course, several elders of the clan knew about Chunsheng and his family's adoption, and they all put their fingerprints on the document as witnesses.

But there were also some who were unaware and hurriedly asked what was going on.

Song Qingshan smiled and conveyed the news that Song Chunsheng had been adopted by his third grandfather.

Qingshu also laughed and said, "I had wanted to hold a banquet to inform you a long time ago, but Chunsheng's leg hadn't healed yet, so it was inconvenient for him to offer sacrifices to the ancestors. So my grandfather decided to wait until Chunsheng's leg healed and he could walk before offering sacrifices to the ancestors and holding a big banquet."

"Oh, congratulations then,"

"Happy together."

There was another round of lively greetings.

It was bustling with activity, with almost the entire village present. For those with mobility issues, their families were asked to bring some food home.

Only the eight-year-old Song Wulang and the ten-year-old Song Si Ya were sitting among the children, eating heartily. No one else came.

Song Wulang is the youngest son of Song Erzhu. He is a chubby boy, not at all like his brother Song Erlang. He looks more like a member of the Song family, with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

While eating, he asked Qiu Sheng vaguely, "Brother Chunsheng was adopted. Are you adopted too? Will you still play with me in the future?"

Song Qiusheng said, "Play, as long as you don't hit me, I will play with you."

Song Wulang quickly shook his head, "I beat you because I treat you as my own. You are no longer my brother, so I won't beat you. So, will you still call me Fifth Brother from now on?"

Song Qiusheng tilted his head and thought for a while while eating, "My brother and eldest sister call you Grandpa, then I will call you Qianwu Ge."

Song Wulang was unhappy. "You call me like my last name is Qian. I don't share my mother's last name. Sun Youtian doesn't share her mother's last name because she's not my third uncle's child. You might as well call me Brother Wulang."