Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Everyone looked up the road and saw a group of people emerging from the bend. They were wearing three types of uniforms. Some looked like they were from government offices, some looked like soldiers, and some were wearing black flying eagle uniforms. Some were riding horses, most were running in a formation, and some were driving large carriages and pushing carts.

There was a huge crowd of people, at least two hundred of them.

Seeing this scene, the villagers' faces changed.

Normally, only a dozen or twenty people were sent to collect grain taxes. Now so many people have come, obviously to suppress their resistance.

Although the food and money were hidden, everyone was still very uneasy.

These people came down from the intersection and headed towards the Bazi Square. They were serious and solemn, and it seemed that even the air was a little colder.

Among the people in front, two were dressed in generals' uniforms, another was wearing a black robe embroidered with a flying eagle in gold thread, and another looked like a clerk in the county government office, holding a document.

Of the two generals, one was very young, about seventeen years old. His uniform looked a little more refined and darker in color. He had a handsome appearance and looked mature beyond his years.

The other one was about thirty years old, with a beard. He kept his head slightly raised and exuded arrogance. Since entering the village, he had not even looked at the villagers.

The villagers took a quick look and felt that the man looked familiar, and not just familiar, so they couldn't help but look at him secretly.

"Do you feel like you've seen this older general somewhere before?"

"Yeah, it's not just a few times, it seems like we face each other often."

"That's impossible. He's a general, and we're just villagers. Even though there's a garrison not far away, we only see a few soldiers occasionally. We can't have any connection with this general, but he looks very familiar. Tsk."

Suddenly someone remembered and said in surprise, "He looks like Song Lao San who went to the army ten years ago and never came back. Look at the mole on his chin. There are still a few hairs on it."

"And the scar on my neck. Once, Song Lao San and I went up the mountain together. I fell down the hillside and a rock cut my neck, leaving a scar."

"Not only are their faces exactly the same, but even these things match. It can be confirmed to be Song Lao San."

"Oh my god, it turns out Song Lao San didn't die in battle, but became a general. Judging from the clothes he's wearing, he can lead at least three to five thousand men."

Seeing their fellow villagers return home, the villagers' eyes lit up and they couldn't suppress their excitement.

"It was Song Laosan who came to collect money and grain. Song Laosan is from our village, so what should we worry about? If we had known earlier, we wouldn't have had to work so hard to carry the grain to the top of the mountain." Someone covered his mouth and whispered to the person next to him.

"I heard that the higher-ups asked us to pay half as a war fund. When Song Lao San comes to enforce this rule, he will definitely only ask us to pay half. He won't be like other villages where they take away all the silver and 70% of the food."

"If we really only pay half as required, the remaining food will be enough to feed ourselves for a year."

"Great, great."

The villagers were excited and completely relieved.

Even if the other leaders are difficult to deal with, Song Lao San will plead for everyone. Although the Song family has a bad relationship with the villagers, which general or official who leaves the village will not take care of his fellow villagers?

The Qiao family also recognized Song Laosan. They didn't expect that Song Laosan had become a general, and it seemed that his rank was not low.

But they immediately understood why the Song family wanted to kick Qiao Yunni out just for a steamed bun. It turned out that Song Lao San had become rich and was about to come back.

Compared with the villagers who were both awed and delighted, the Qiao family was filled with anger.

Seeing the man walking by with a familiar face, everyone clenched their fists silently.

I want to rush up now and tear Song Lao San to pieces.

Qiao Yunni covered her mouth tightly, staring at the face, her body trembling slightly.

It turned out that he was busy kicking her away because he had become successful.

Judging from the Song family's attitude at the time, they probably discussed it with Song Lao San.

They had been married for three years and had a son and a daughter. He then said he was going to join the army, leaving the three of them, mother and child, behind. He was gone for ten years. She waited and hoped every day, and stayed up all night, working hard to raise the two children.

She had thought about what he would be like and what kind of situation he would be in if he were still alive, but no matter how much she thought about it, she never expected him to be in a high position.

And she became the wife of his troubles whom he was eager to get rid of.

All kinds of emotions intertwined and collided in Qiao Yunni's heart, making her almost unable to bear it.

She felt uncomfortable, annoyed, angry and humiliated.

At this time, a small hand held her hand, warm and soft.

Qiao Yunni lowered her head and saw warmth and determination in Jianer's bright black eyes.

Her daughter encouraged her to look forward bravely and move forward.

The past is the past. She is no longer the daughter-in-law of the Song family. There is no need for her to care about anyone in the Song family.

Yes, everything in the Song family has nothing to do with her anymore, including Song Lao San.

Since he was going to abandon her, why should she still have any attachment or resentment?

It's not worth it for such a person.

She didn't want to ask Song Laosan why. What other reason could it be? It was just that he had become rich and the old one was replaced by the new one.

If she insisted in the slightest, she would bring shame upon herself. She couldn't do such a thing and would not bring shame to the Qiao family.

Qiao Yunni quickly adjusted her mood, took a deep breath, and thought about the matter with the attitude she would treat a stranger, and she felt much calmer.

Compared to the surprise brought by Song Lao San, Qiao Jianer was more concerned about the young general.

It was Shi Murou’s fiancé Chu Zhuo, he was here too.

The other leader, who was wearing a uniform embroidered with a flying eagle in gold thread, was none other than the Qu Jiantou who came to inspect last time.

The villagers were very happy when they recognized Song Laosan, thinking that he would be let off the hook, but she didn't think so.

Song Laosan was obviously arrogant, his eyes were almost looking up at the sky, and it was obvious that he didn't care about the feelings of his fellow townspeople.

The grain-collecting team left some people guarding the roadside, and several leaders led the team to the dam square.

Soon, Zhao Lizheng was also called over by the soldiers, and Qu Jiantou gave him some instructions.

"Every household, gather at the Bazi Square."

Zhao Lizheng asked his brothers, sons and nephews to pass on the message by beating drums and gongs.

The villagers also knew what was going on and came quickly. They didn't sleep last night and everyone had dark circles under their eyes. They were very nervous, but when they saw Song Lao San, they were not so nervous anymore.

Qu Jiantou swept a stern look over the villagers present. "The war in the north requires silver and grain support. The higher-ups have stipulated that each household must hand over half of their money. The village has a rough estimate of this year's harvest, and everyone knows how much silver each family has. Don't try to play tricks, or you will be severely punished."

Song Laosan took a step forward.