Farmers have space: open wasteland and set up stalls to farm

Chapter 13
"God God!"

"I don't want to eat, I don't want to wear, what am I trying to do?"

"Song Jinshan, let me tell you, you can beat me here if you want to beat me! In front of all the old and young men in the village, you can beat me to death! Just let the old and young men see!"

Mrs. Song was sitting on the ground crying, while eight-year-old Shi Wazi was dragging his mother and crying non-stop.

A few neighbors who usually get along well with Song Jinshan looked at them and thought of going up to persuade them, but they were held back by their own women.

It's better not to worry about the quarrel between these two couples, not to mention that Lianzhi was beaten like this, and they also listened to the movement several times at home.

After all, the wall is so short, and the sound of the whip being whipped is so loud...

Song Jinshan didn't expect this scene to be so embarrassing for a time, and now there is no one to persuade her. Does this stinky woman have nowhere to come out in the village?
"It's all you! You loser! It's all your fault, are you satisfied now?"

Lian Zhi was pulled up by the eldest daughter-in-law of the old village, and stood aside to help her wipe away tears. Song Duoya couldn't help seeing her mother so sad, so she rushed to her and pointed at her and shouted,
"Don't tell me your parents are dead, you still make our family uneasy, you are a bastard! You should die sooner too!"

Lian Zhi was so frightened that she curled up beside the old village's eldest daughter-in-law.

"Lian Zhi is not afraid, with my sister-in-law here, it's all right!"

The eldest daughter-in-law of the old village head wanted to pat Lianzhi to comfort her, but she didn't dare to do it, she just looked at her with a distressed expression.

This child is covered in wounds all over, just looking at it makes people feel distressed as hell!

Song Dali on the side heard it, he didn't want to say more, but couldn't help but said a few words to Song Duoya.

"Ah, you are a girl, that's too harsh to say. Just now you said that you picked up the firewood, but I didn't expose you. It was obviously done by Lianzhi! I don't think she has the strength to help Then take it home, and it will be left at your door right now!"

When Song Duoya heard that Song Dali didn't believe that she picked up the firewood, she pointed at Lian Zhi with her hips on her hips and shouted at him:
"She doesn't sound bad! She's good! If you are capable, you can marry her and go home and raise her. You don't have to be a bachelor anymore, and she doesn't have to live and eat in our house to be an eyesore!"

"you!"

Song Dali blushed at her words, clenched his fists and stood aside without speaking.

All the older people in the village knew that Song Dali was blind because of his poor family situation, and he couldn't go out to work, so the family had no money at all.

In the early years, I talked about a few people from other villages, but the conditions at home were too poor, so they all just came to visit and then left. Although he was a warm-hearted person in the village, no one was willing to help him find a matchmaker.

In his 20s, pointing to that acre of thin land, food and clothing are a problem, let alone finding a wife, not to mention that there are plenty of young men in the village, how can it be his turn!

"Why does your girl's family speak so badly? Which husband's family will dare to want you in the future?"

At this moment, Song Dali's neighbor, his aunt, spoke up for him.

"Dali is in our village, which households has he never helped? You little girl, stop talking nonsense here!"

After Song Dali's neighbor's aunt finished speaking, a sister-in-law next to her also echoed,

"That's right, the little girl's words are ugly, and she tells a lot of lies, it's not embarrassing!"

(End of this chapter)