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

Old Mrs. Song was stopped by Yiming and could not get close to her third son, so she hurried to see her fourth son.

She saw that her fourth son's hand was visibly swelling, like an inflated urine bubble. It was dark purple, and it scared her to death.

"Big brother, big brother, second brother, what are you still standing there for? Why don't you kill those damned bastards and avenge the third and fourth brothers?"

Song Dazhu was also shocked. The two best fighters in the family were just crippled like this?

After hearing what my mother said, he not only did not go forward to hit the man, but instead took a step back and hid behind his wife.

Damn, I didn’t see anyone else fighting, but I saw it clearly from the back steering the ship.

The woman next to Sanya was too powerful, and the way she looked at him just now...

Song Dazhu felt that if he took action, would this woman also destroy him?

Who is this woman?

Why should you help that girl San Ya?

"Ah... these wolf cubs killed people. God, please show your power and take away the things that have been struck by lightning these days..."

When Old Lady Song saw that her eldest son and daughter-in-law didn't take any action, she sat down on the ground, slapped her legs and started to throw a tantrum.

"Shut up! Sanzhu's life or death is unknown, and you still want to make a fuss?"

The village head finally arrived and was panicked when he saw the person lying on the ground.

But this old lady Song is very noisy.

The headman's words reminded Old Lady Song to go see her eldest son again.

She stopped crying, wiped her tears and snot, threw them to the ground, wiped her hands on her body, got up and walked towards her third son.

However, before he got close, he let out a "wow" and sat down again.

"Kill, kill, murder, the jinx killed her father, report to the police, go report to the police quickly, I want to put them to death."

Old Mrs. Song pointed at Song Jinxiu's hand, trembling with fear and gritting her teeth.

"Hiss!" The village head also saw it and took a breath of cold air.

San Ya was seen holding a silver needle and stabbing it into Song Sanzhu's head. A pool of blood flowed out along with the needle.

He didn't doubt that San Ya would kill her father. San Ya had a great master, a master even Doctor Li admired. So, she must be saving someone at this moment. Didn't you see that she was using silver needles?

"Saya? Can your father be saved?"

"After Song Jinxiu administered the last injection, she watched the blood clots drain out, the bleeding stopped, and the diluted spiritual dew was working on the brain nerves.

She nodded and said, "I shouldn't die."

Let’s talk about Song Sanzhu. He was knocked unconscious by a punch from his fourth brother and actually had a dream for a thousand years.

He dreamed that his second brother and fourth brother were fighting. He went to stop them, but was knocked unconscious by his fourth brother with a punch.

When he woke up, he found that half of his body could not move.

At the beginning, his family hired a doctor for him, and Widow Sun took care of him wholeheartedly.

However, after taking several doses of bitter medicine, there was no improvement.

He could only curl up one hand and drag one leg with a limp, and could barely take care of himself.

He cried and begged his parents to take him to the provincial capital to see a doctor. His father sighed all night and took him to the county Huimin Medical Clinic the next day, who prescribed a half-month supply of medicine.

His father told him that he had never been to the provincial capital and was afraid of being cheated if he went there. He thought that if he took medicine for two more days in the county town, he would be fine.

But he had been listening under his parents' window until midnight yesterday and knew that the old couple was reluctant to spend money because Dalang and Erlang were about to take exams and the family's money could not be spent indiscriminately.

Half a month passed quickly, and he still had no improvement after taking the medicine.

Widow Sun said that he was not liked by his family and she regretted marrying him and having to suffer the abuse of his mother-in-law.

He also wanted to go to the provincial capital to have a look. If he really couldn't see the problem, he would give up. But what if he saw a good result?

However, before he could open his mouth, his brothers started clamoring to split up the family business.

When they say the family is divided, they mean that his branch of the family will be separated out.

Widow Sun made a fuss, saying that her husband could no longer work and how would they survive after the family was divided?

The parents looked helpless and said that their son was no longer under their control. They were old and could not take care of him anymore, so they let their son live on his own if he could.

He begged his fourth brother, saying that he was the one who beat him and he had to take care of it.

The fourth brother looked impatient and said, "My second brother and I were fighting, why did you come here to make trouble? And now you're blaming me? I'm feeling wronged."

He threw two pieces of silver to himself and said, "Brother, I'm giving you the two taels of silver I saved from my teeth. I have done my best.

In the end, they were kicked out of the house.

After the family split up, Widow Sun no longer showed any concern or care for him. Instead, she scolded him for being a freeloader every day.

Within two months, Widow Sun had another lover, and sometimes she would do that with that man in front of him.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he said a few words to her and was kicked out.

He was locked outside the door and no one opened it no matter how hard he knocked.

When Widow Sun refused to open the door, he called his beloved son Song Youcai.

The eldest son he had with Widow Sun hid in the door and said to him, "Dad, please stop arguing. My stepfather is stewing meat for me. What if I open the door for you and they don't give me meat?"

It was winter, it got dark early, and the north wind was blowing. He was cold. When he smelled the aroma of meat coming from the yard, he felt hungry and cold.

Dragging one leg, he went to find his parents trembling.

He saw a light in his parents' room, but when he called out to open the door, the light went out immediately. No matter how hard he called, no one responded.

He went to find his eldest brother again, but his eldest brother also closed the door.

He went to find his fourth brother again, and his fourth brother opened the door for him. As soon as the door opened, the heat in the room made him shiver.

He leaned on the door frame and tried to step into the house to warm up, but he couldn't lift one of his legs. He tried to please his fourth brother with a shy smile, hoping that he could help.

But the fourth brother suddenly pushed him in disgust and said harshly, "Did I let you in? You, my uncle, are going into my sister-in-law's room? Do you still have any shame? Are you going to watch me and your sister-in-law do that?"

The fourth brother was ruthless and he was pushed down by him. He didn't feel the pain even though his hand was broken.

The fourth brother slammed the door shut and he lay on the cold ground, unable to stand up.

After a while, he crawled out of Old Song's house and crawled towards the ancestral hall.

He thought that the ancestral hall was sheltered from the wind and should be warmer.

However, it was too cold and his hands and feet had lost all feeling. When he crawled to the entrance of the ancestral hall, he could not push the door open.

He wanted to call for help, but his throat could only produce a hoarse sound and no one could hear him.

He was desperate, knowing that he would most likely freeze to death that night.

Just as he was crying silently in despair, the door of the ancestral hall opened and he saw a dark figure walking towards him with a cane and the light behind him.

He thought: Could it be the ghost messenger who came to pick him up? I just don't know if it's the Black Impermanence or the White Impermanence?

It wasn't until the scarred boy, who had lost half a leg, dragged himself to a thatched hut and drank a bowl of hot soup that he finally burst into tears.

He was not glad that he was not dead, but because the one who saved him was his son Song Chunsheng, who was separated from him after he left the house with nothing.

And his son lost half of his leg.

Three children were crowded in one room, wearing tattered clothes and living on porridge every day.

Three children? He asked where San Ya was.

No one ignored him.

Later he learned that San Ya hit her head and died after being in a coma for two days.

So the three children took him in.

He drank porridge with them every day, and they gave him whatever the children ate without mistreating him.

But no one said a word to him.

Not a single person, not a single word.

The children discussed how many days of sorghum rice they could eat, and whether their eldest brother was tired from cleaning the ancestral hall. Little Qiusheng's pants were torn again. Someone had given him an old pair. They had to remember it and repay the favor when Qiusheng grew up.

He listened to their words and cried very sadly, but they just ignored him, as if he didn't exist.