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

Of course, because Song Erzhu made a lot of money as an accountant, their darling could also be counted as Song Erzhu's eldest son, Song Erlang. After all, Song Erlang also had the hope of passing the imperial examination.

Then Song Wulang, the second son of the second wife, is not that important?

Song Wulang was captured and struggled to run away, but Yiming's men exerted force and pushed him to his knees with a thump.

"Wow, wow, wow, grandma, save me, mom, save me..." Song Wulang cried loudly in fear.

Song Jinxiu didn't hesitate, "Three..."

Yiming pretended to raise the dagger.

Song Jinxiu stared at the old couple Song Dashi, but they actually closed their eyes.

Oh my god, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Isn't Song Wulang your own grandson? How cold-blooded must you be to be so indifferent?

It is so sad to meet such elders. She is now very grateful that she has escaped from this group of scum, and very grateful that her brothers and sisters have not learned the selfish and indifferent character of the old Song family.

"No, I say, don't cut off my son's hand."

Qian Daya stumbled out of the house and stood in front of her son.

After seeing Qian Daya's actions, Song Jinxiu finally felt less disgusted. No matter what this person's character was, at least she did what a mother should do, and she still had some humanity.

Qian Daya stood guard beside her youngest son and said, "Erlang is carrying Qiu Sheng to the county town. It's not too late for you to chase him now."

"You damn bitch, when did Erlang come back? You even want to kill your own son?"

Song Dashi raised his crutch and started beating him.

"Dad, I can't just watch Wulang lose his hand!"

Song Sizhu just received a light push from this woman, and his hand was gone. This woman was really ruthless and didn't mean it as a joke.

"What are you afraid of? Losing a hand is just fine. We'll make them lose everything they have."

Old Lady Song also hit Qian Daya on the head. This woman was really stupid. She ruined such a good opportunity.

"Don't hit my mother," Song Wulang cried while curled up in Qian Daya's arms.

"You were the ones who planned to sell Qiu Sheng, why did you hit my mother?"

Children's words should be believed. Song Jinxiu gave them a cold look and said, "You'd better pray that my brother is okay, otherwise I will make sure you never have peace."

Song Jinxiu turned around and walked out of the Song family's house. She said to the servants, "Smash the Song family's house. Don't leave a single bowl behind."

"Yes"

There was another burst of crying and cursing behind her. Song Jinxiu didn't even turn her head.

If you dare to touch my family, you will touch the dragon's reverse scale.

Since Song Erlang took his younger brothers to sell it, we can only chase them and find them.

Yiming said, "I'm going to harness the ox cart."

Song Jinxiu shook her head. "The oxcart is too slow. Let's run."

Fatty's father quickly said, "Hitch a donkey cart. Donkeys run fast. I have one at home. I'll go right away."

The donkey cart was indeed faster than the ox cart, but Song Jinxiu was still extremely anxious.

If only I had a motorcycle,

No, a horse will do.

There has never been a moment like this where I have such a strong expectation that my stepfather can make a name for himself and become an official.

When there was an official in the family, she bought a Ferghana horse to raise.

Fatty's father drove the cart, along with Yiming, and two other men bought from home, one galvanized and the other with calcium.

Galvanized and Calcium are two of the five men bought by Song Jinxiu.

The five men were in their forties, the youngest in their thirties or early thirties. All were strong laborers.

Song Jinxiu named them according to age, from oldest to youngest: Latte, Calcium, Zinc, Selenium, and Bronze.

Just as the donkey cart left the village, Aunt Cuihua's voice was heard from behind.

Aunt Cuihua called from behind: "Jinxiu, wait a minute, wait for me."

Song Jinxiu frowned. She wanted to fly to the county town. Why was Aunt Cuihua making trouble now?

However, Fatty's father had already stopped the donkey cart.

Aunt Cuihua was out of breath and said as she ran: "Widow Ma, huh, I saw, huh, Erlang, carrying things to the direction of the old cemetery."

The old cemetery is the ancestral tomb of the Song family.

Aunt Cuihua panted and said, "From what Widow Ma said, it's possible that the person Erlang carried on his back was Qiu Sheng."

Song Jinxiu jumped out of the car and asked, "Where is Aunt Ma?"

Aunt Cuihua pointed behind her and said, "Yes, at my house."

Qiu Sheng is missing and the whole village is looking for him.

Widow Ma naturally knew it too.

Widow Ma was in her thirties, childless, and lived alone. She had her period the past couple of days and was resting at home.

Hearing that Chunsheng's family would receive wages today, she drank a bowl of brown sugar water at home before going out.

Because she lived in the back street, she took a shortcut and passed by the alley next to Old Song's house.

Only then did I see Song Erlang carrying a sack and walking westward.

She was curious and stopped to look for a while, but when she saw that they were heading towards the old cemetery, she didn't think much about it.

After all, no one can guarantee that there will be no trouble in any family. When something happens, it is common to ask for protection from ancestors.

Even she would feel sad and depressed, so she would get a pot of wine and go to the grave of her dead husband to complain.

Burn some paper money for him, tell him to eat and drink well over there, and tell him not to think about her or come back to look for her. She still wants to live a few more years.

So she thought Erlang was carrying something to worship his ancestors.

She was also thinking that Erlang would take the exam to become a scholar soon, so she had to burn more paper money to pray for him to pass the exam. After all, it would cost money to take care of the ancestors, right?

Now that he heard that Qiu Sheng was abducted by Song Erlang, he realized that something was wrong.

Song Jinxiu frowned. The Song family's ancestral tomb was backed by a mountain and faced a river, with a road in front leading to the distance. It was an excellent feng shui treasure land.

But since the Tongshui River is to the south of the old cemetery, it is not close to the county town from the old cemetery. How could Song Erlang go through here?

She suddenly remembered what Brother Fusheng once said, that Song Erlang wanted to put his younger brother in a sack and throw him into the river.

Song Jinxiu couldn't help but feel cold on the soles of her feet.

Without giving it any thought, she immediately ran towards the Tongshui River in the direction of the old cemetery, with Yiming following closely behind.

If you run too fast, the torch will be extinguished long ago.

There was no moon tonight, but the stars were twinkling. Relying on the faint light of the stars, Song Jinxiu was anxious and walked quickly. Soon she left several people behind.

Yiming followed closely behind. Song Jinxiu's speed shocked Yiming.

I have been training hard for twenty years, but I only managed to win slightly. I didn't expect that this young master is so skilled.

Moreover, they were walking on a small path. Because they were not familiar with the road and it was night, she was almost scratched by the brambles on the roadside several times.

The young master seemed to be able to see at night as if walking on flat ground, which was truly impressive.

The path leads to the old cemetery, and across the old cemetery is the Tongshui River.

The path to the old cemetery was even more difficult to walk on. Clusters of graves were scattered in an orderly manner, and in front of the graves there was a semicircle made of stones. The circle was used for burning paper and offering sacrifices.

This place is really remote. There is usually no one here, and at night, there is only the sound of insects.

"Miss, there is someone in front."

Sure enough, Song Jinxiu also heard a muffled crying sound.

"Yes, my little brother."

Song Jinxiu hurriedly followed the sound.

Perhaps the crying stopped because she heard footsteps.

Song Jinxiu shouted, "Qiu Sheng, it's me, where are you?"

"Big sister,"

A dark figure ran out from behind a grave and hugged her.

"Woo woo woo, big sister, hurry up and check on uncle, is he going to die?"

"Uncle?" Song Jinxiu asked in confusion. She only had Qiu Sheng in her eyes now.

Yiming quickly lit the torch.