Space at hand: Pick up a prince to farm

Chapter 37
Song Chen's words were like a basin of cold water poured on the blazing fire.

It extinguished the fire in most people's hearts.

The matter has come to this, and there is nothing more to say. Song Dashan has been heartbroken by this family for a long time anyway. In this situation, he has no other emotions except anger.

"We have done our best, and you should only stop."

After leaving these words, Song Dashan took his children and left.

He didn't get a penny, and he completely lost face in the hearts of the villagers. Old Man Song stared at Song Chen's back with his eyes like snake venom, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

He regretted that he had not killed this Sangmenxing by himself, otherwise it would not be like this now.

A good family, one son is separated from the heart, and one son loses his life!

"Old man, are you just going to let them go like this? Where is the money?"

Compared with Old Man Song's viciousness, Mrs. Song Zhou was more unwilling to accept it. She originally thought that Old Man Song could get some money out of their hands, but she didn't expect that the result would be the same.

Old Man Song was already very irritable. When Song Zhou said this, he glared at her fiercely, "Otherwise, you can still go and rob?"

Song Zhou didn't dare.

She dared to come out with a kitchen knife just now because Old Man Song was taking the lead. Now Old Man Song had no choice but to say anything. That dead girl Song Chen was so cruel and ruthless that she could still feel it in her chest. The dull pain.

But knowing that they had money but not being able to take it out made her feel worse than a cat scratching her head.

In the end, he could only vent his anger on Song Laosi's wife and children.

"Cry, cry, cry, all I can do is cry. My man was killed, and I don't dare to say a word. It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck for our fourth son to marry you. I think it was you who killed him!"

Song Zhoushi slashed his eyes at Song Laosi's wife.

Song Laosi's wife's status in Lao Song's family has not been very high in recent years. When Song Laosi was still there, she was often bullied by the Song Zhou family behind her back. Now that she is gone, the Song Zhou family has nothing to worry about. .

"Nai, my father was not killed by my mother. He was bitten to death by a big tiger. You can't talk about my mother like that." Song Laosi's son felt dissatisfied when he heard his mother being said like this.

He retorted while crying.

How could Mrs. Song and Zhou hear such words at this moment? She stepped forward and slapped him in the face, "You white-eyed wolf, your surname is Song, not Yang!"

Yang is the surname of Song Laosi's wife. After she got married, she was called Song Yang.

Her husband suddenly passed away like this, and her heart felt like it was cut to pieces, but she thought that no matter what, she still had a son with her, and that no matter how difficult the future life was, it would not be unbearable, but she never thought that While her husband was still here and his body was still cold, the Song Zhou family began to beat and scold their mother and son.

She hugged her son Song Ming and touched his face distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Ming is only eight years old this year. No matter how naughty he is on weekdays, he knows what the situation is like now. Did he cry after being slapped by Song Zhou? Instead, he shook his head at his mother, "Mom, it doesn't hurt. Don't cry."

Mrs. Song Yang looked at her son who seemed to have grown up overnight, feeling a little less desperate in her heart.

Old Man Song ignored what was going on between them. His originally turbid and yellow eyes now turned blood red, staring at Song Chen and the others as they left. After a long time, he turned to look at the tragic death of Old Fourth Song.

"Go find a Taoist priest, stay in the monastery for a day and then bury him."

"Dad, is it just for one day?" Mrs. Song Yang suddenly raised his head, and his tears were driven back by Old Man Song's words.

Since ancient times, when people die, no matter how poor they are, they have to stop for at least three days.

"He is a murderer. He can only do it for one day, so he stops outside and does it." Old Man Song continued without refutation.

"But dad, the fourth child will be bullied underground, and he will be unwilling to do so..."

"If you feel unwilling to do so, go and find the person you're looking for. You can't find me!" Before Song Yang could finish speaking, Old Man Song said something.

Song Yang's body swayed and she didn't dare to say anything more.

It was Song Lao Er who prepared the funeral arrangements for Song Laosi. He needed to buy a coffin and ask a Taoist priest to do so. Song Zhou reluctantly gave him some money.

With a thin coffin, the Taoist priest carried it up the mountain after a day's work.

Everyone in the village was talking privately. A one-day dojo had never happened before in the village. Even the poorest families would stay for a few more days to let their relatives cry more and burn more paper money.

This old Song family is truly ruthless and unjust to the end.

After Song Laosi was buried, Song Dashan quietly took the paper money and burned some for him.

Song Chen didn't stop him. After all, Song Laosi was also Song Dashan's brother. The people in Lao Song's family were too cold-blooded, and they might not have much paper money during the holidays in the future.

After Song Dashan came back, Song Chen discussed the treat with Song Dashan.

Most of the people who went to the mountain to look for her before were people who had followed Song Dashan to look for her when she first crossed over. At that time, they didn't even thank them because they really had nothing. Now they have With all the money, the banquet must be set up on the table.

"Dad, it's just tomorrow, what do you think?"

Song Chen originally planned to discuss the matter after Mr. Song was buried in a few days. After all, it would be a bit disrespectful to the deceased to treat someone else to a funeral.

Unexpectedly, Song Laosi's funeral was held so casually, and Song Chen was also filled with sadness.

"Just tomorrow. I'll go to town early tomorrow morning to do some shopping and prepare more food and wine." Song Dashan had no objection. It's not an exaggeration to treat others to a good meal after they have helped so much.After dinner in the evening, Song Dashan visited all those houses. Everyone did not shirk and happily agreed.

Early the next morning, Song Dashan and Song Wang went to the town to buy wine and meat.

After buying everything, the waiter's money was gone.

But this was the first time that Mrs. Song didn't feel sorry for the money. "Her dad, are these enough? It's hard for us to treat you once, but don't run out of food when the time comes."

"That's enough. I'll prepare an extra table of food and wine, so don't worry."

"That's it."

After buying the things, the two of them didn't dare to delay. They rushed to Beiguan Village with the things. They had to eat at noon, so they had to be busy back now.

Looking at the things on the oxcart, Mrs. Song Wang was still a little worried, fearing that she wouldn't be able to get them out by then.

After all, their family conditions are limited.

"Her father, I'm a little worried that I won't be able to make it. We should listen to Xiaochen and order food and drinks at the restaurant. It's more expensive."

"Don't worry, didn't I build a temporary stove yesterday? I'll cook it up later when I get to the village."

What the two of them didn't expect was that when they came back, a large pot had been placed on the stone stove that Song Dashan had rebuilt for this treat.

There were more tables, benches and people in the open space outside their house.

Seeing them coming back, these people happily greeted them, "Dashan, Guixiang, we are here to help."

"It's brave."

Mrs. Song's worries were swept away, and she smiled and followed the women who came to help to discuss what dishes to cook later.

The men helped unload the things and went back. There was still work to be done at home.

Song Chen couldn't help, so she simply went to the open space next to the dilapidated house and walked around. She had already thought about how to build the house at home, and it just depends on whether the actual situation here can be achieved.

At the end of the day, the aroma of meat came from Song Chen's house, causing everyone in the village to stretch their noses to smell it.

This kind of fragrance is fatally tempting to people who cannot eat meat and fish once a year, especially those children who have no self-control. They all come over after smelling it.

Mrs. Song was worried that these children would eat secretly, so she did not dare to relax and stare at the meat that was about to be cooked.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Chen staggered back.

When she was about to get home, she saw a man sneaking behind their house. She was about to follow him when she heard Mrs. Song scolding her over there, "Liu San'er, why don't you show some shame for such an old person?" Come and steal meat.”

"Hey, hey, whose child is this, stop, stop."

"Sister-in-law Zhang, come quickly and help me."

When Song Chen heard this voice, he knew that the meat at home must be taken care of, so he hurried over to help look at it.

These are the food and drinks that are being served to guests. It would not be good if they were touched before they are served.

When she came to the house, she saw many half-year-old children gathered around the stove. Song Chen thought of the black shadow from before. She thought that some child must have come to steal the meat, so she didn't think about it any more.

When Mrs. Song saw Song Chen coming over, she hurriedly called her to come and take a look, "Xiao Chen, come here and take a look. I have to see if the steamed buns are ready."

"Okay, I'll watch, you go ahead."

Their family's conditions were not satisfactory, so the steamed buns could only be steamed at the neighbor's house closest to their home.

On the other side, Song Dashan and Song He borrowed some more tables and stools from somewhere and were setting them up one by one.

Because the sun was too hot in summer, they even built a temporary shed. Look at this situation and they have been eating and drinking here all day.

At sunrise, all the people who had been invited came over. Song Dashan had said when he went to invite them before that the whole family would come, so now they are bringing their whole family with them.

However, in addition to people coming, every household also carries a basket, which either contains a few eggs or home-grown vegetables.

This is a custom in the village to treat guests. Song Wang accepted it happily and greeted everyone to sit down.

By this time, no matter how naughty the children were, they no longer dared to think about stealing the meat and ate it. They all ran home. Everyone else was almost busy preparing to serve the food.

Only then did Song Chen enter the room, ready to take a drink of water.

Song Dashan and Song He also came in at this time, each holding a jar and preparing to go out.

The jar contains wine bought in the town.

Song Chen couldn't stand the taste of the wine and it made his nose choke.

Stinging your nose?wrong!
It shouldn't smell like this.

"Dad, brother, wait!"

(End of this chapter)