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

What? This woman actually remarried?

Song Sanzhu listened to everyone talking and only then did he realize that Tian Xinghua had remarried.

Wasn't this woman deeply in love with him? Why did she remarry?

He glared at Tian Xinghua fiercely: "How shameless! You've just been divorced and another man wants you back. Why?"

He looked at the man again. He was not as tall, strong, or good-looking as himself. He felt a little relieved.

Humph, I knew she would never find anyone better than me.

Really, she can't even keep her husband's promise for three years. She is really unfaithful to her husband.

Song Jinxiu didn't know why her scumbag father looked so abandoned. If she knew that her scumbag father wanted her mother to wait for three years, she would definitely spit in his face:

Bah, you think I'm in mourning for you? Three years, three years of mourning? What are you thinking?

"Sanzhu, what are you still hesitating about? They dared to beat your father, so we asked them to pay compensation. If they don't compensate us with the house, you will let these unfilial children sink into the abyss."

Old Lady Song gave orders fiercely.

He is so shameless and has no bottom line. Song Jinxiu is convinced.

She scoffed, "Tsk, old woman, you don't think we beat Song Dashi, do you?"

"Rebellious girl," Song Sanzhu pushed Tian Xinghua away angrily and kicked Song Jinxiu.

This girl is hopeless. Calling her biological father by his name is not enough. She even dares to call her biological grandfather by his name. She even dares to call my mother an old woman? I can't keep her. I'd better beat her to death.

Song Jinxiu hurriedly reached out to support her mother, and at this time Song Sanzhu's big feet kicked in front of her.

Song Jinxiu frowned. With such force, if it were her old self, this kick would have nearly killed her, right?

Song Sizhu had long wanted to beat these kids up.

Which child dares to break off relations?

Disobedient? Such lawlessness is due to the light punishment.

If he were at home, he would have scolded them into submission.

Break off the relationship? Humph, give him a good beating, and I'll make sure he doesn't dare to go west when he goes east.

"What? You hit someone and you dare not admit it? Then I'll teach you what it means to beat them until they admit it."

Song Sizhu had a hot temper and loved practicing martial arts. He was agile and ruthless. He shouted at Song Chunsheng to fight and punched him in the head.

Song Chunsheng didn't know how to dodge at this time, but instead stiffened his neck and raised his hands to block.

But as a weak boy, how could he be a match for Song Sizhu, who was strong and muscular and practiced martial arts regularly?

At this moment, Song Jinxiu had to either dodge her scumbag father's big feet or protect herself from getting hurt.

Either he risked taking a kick from him, or he pulled his brother away first and avoided Fourth Uncle's iron fist.

At the same time, Old Lady Song urged her two daughters-in-law to greet Tian Xinghua and Song Jinfang, while Silang and Wulang rushed towards Xiao Qiu Sheng.

All this happened in a flash. Song Jinxiu had no time to think and could only instinctively protect her brother first.

Because his body was tempered by the Bodhi Spirit Liquid, even if he was kicked, it would not be a big deal. But it was different for his brother. If his brother was hit on the head by Song Sizhu, it would be a big deal.

As for other people, she couldn't care less now.

Song Jinxiu made up her mind to ignore her scumbag father's big feet and just go and pull her brother.

The scumbag father's foot was already in front of her, and at the critical moment, a woman's hand reached out from behind Song Jinxiu.

The hand changed from palm to fist and blocked Song Sanzhu's foot. At the same time, Song Jinxiu also pulled her brother to avoid Song Sizhu's iron fist.

Song Sanzhu felt as if he had kicked an iron pendant, and a sharp pain went through the sole of his shoe to the sole of his foot and straight into his heart.

He cried out "Ah!" and fell backwards.

At this moment, Song Sizhu's iron fist arrived. Song Sanzhu was half-fallen, and his height was just right. Coincidentally, Song Sizhu punched him on the head.

"Ah, plop!"

Song Sanzhu fell straight down.

"Ah, stop it, stop it, someone is dying."

The onlookers shouted in panic.

"Oh my god, that's right, Sanzhu was beaten to death by Sizhu."

"Oh no! Village chief, come and take a look! Sizhu has beaten Sanzhu to death."

Upon hearing the news that the Song family was looking for Chunsheng and the others to cause trouble, the village head hurried over.

Before he got there, he heard someone shouting that someone was dead. He was so scared that he staggered and almost fell down.

"It's not me," Song Sizhu hurriedly explained when he saw his third brother fall to the ground.

He didn't want to hit the third brother, he wanted to hit Song Chunsheng, okay?

If Song Chunsheng hadn't dodged, how could he have hit the third brother on the head?

Thinking of this, his face flushed red, and he pointed at Song Chunsheng and said, "Who told you to hide? Huh? It was you who killed your father. It was you. I'll beat you to death, you beast."

He pointed, cursed, and was ready to rush over and hit Song Chunsheng again.

Seeing Song Sanzhu fall to the ground, Song Chunsheng was also stunned.

The people from the Old Song family who were beating Tian Xinghua and the others also stopped and looked over in disbelief.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Only Song Sizhu was shouting and coming over aggressively to beat Song Chunsheng.

Chunsheng was stunned and didn't react to the coming danger at all. There was only one voice in his mind: Dad is dead.

He hated his father, but he still couldn't accept his death.

Seeing Song Sizhu's iron fist coming towards his brother's head again, Song Jinxiu's eyes were cold and she shouted, "Yiming, cripple his hand."

Just now, Yiming attacked from behind her and easily defeated Song Sanzhu. She saw it clearly.

With just one punch, she knew that Yiming was indeed a master.

"Yes, ma'am."

Yiming said this, then he turned sideways and raised his hand to meet Song Silang. He still transformed his palm into a fist and sent it forward.

Just listen to a "click".

Then came Song Sizhu's heart-wrenching scream.

"Ah, ah... my hand, my arm..."

Even though Song Sizhu's hand didn't bleed, Song Jinxiu knew from this one blow that the bones of Song Sizhu's hand were broken and his hand was completely disabled.

Yiming's move is called hitting the bull from a distance, which is different from the previous one where he used his internal force to resist Song Sanzhu's kick.

"My son..."

Old Mrs. Song looked at her fourth son who was curled up and howling, then looked at her third son who was lying unconscious on the ground. She stretched out her hands and hesitated for a while, but finally chose to pounce on her third son, whose life or death was unknown.

Old Mrs. Song's crying brought Song Chunsheng back to his senses.

He hurried over to check on Song Sanzhu's condition.

"Dad," Song Chunsheng reached out to wake him, but was pushed away by Old Lady Song. "Get out, you jinx! It's all your fault that my son died..."

Old Lady Song cried twice, then suddenly raised her head and pointed at Song Chunsheng and said:

"You killed my son. You must compensate me for the house and all the land you bought. Otherwise, I will report you to the police and have you put in jail."

Song Jinxiu snorted coldly and pushed her away, "Yiming, don't let anyone mess with you."

Old Lady Song was grabbed by Yiming's arm and thrown aside.

There was no one around Song Sanzhu at this time, so Song Chunsheng rushed over and shook him again, "Dad"

"Brother, don't shake him, let me do it."

If this guy didn't die, he probably had a concussion. If the other brother really died from this shock, he would have to bear the psychological burden for the rest of his life.

Song Jinxiu squatted down and used her internal energy to check Song Sanzhu's injuries.

This sight scared Song Jinxiu.

Song Sizhu’s punch was so powerful that his scumbag father suffered a brain hemorrhage.

If I don't save him, will he become a fool when he wakes up? Or maybe he won't wake up at all and will just fly away.

Looking at her brother's bloodshot eyes, Song Jinxiu couldn't help but curl her lips: Eh~ Is this scumbag father worth your tears?

That tiny bit of father-son affection, has it all come out at this moment?

Never mind, let’s save him. This scumbag dad can’t die now, at least not at his doorstep, otherwise it would be unlucky, right?

He took out a silver needle from the purse, which was the space, and inserted a few needles to drain the blood and stop the bleeding. At the same time, he injected two drops of Bodhi Spirit Dew, which had been diluted several times, through the silver needle.

This scumbag dad had a brain hemorrhage and damaged his nerves. If it's not repaired, he will be disabled if not dead.