this matter! If something goes wrong with Sir while he's in Fengxuan City, even all our heads wouldn't be enough to chop off.""You needn't worry about this. We know what we're facing since we're going...Old Song refused, protecting his youngest son and claiming that it was the original body's granddaughter who was talking nonsense, trying to ruin her elder's reputation. He cried and wailed, saying that the original body was disrespectful to elders and had been corrupted by her daughter-in-law.

The original person knew that if she couldn't give a satisfactory explanation, not only would she be looked down upon by the villagers, but her parents would also be implicated because of her poor discipline. So she made a poisonous oath without hesitation.

"Respected elders, my name is Song Lianyi. I swear that if any of my words are false, may lightning strike me down and never let me rest in peace! After death, I shall become a lonely ghost, unable to be reborn!"

This oath was already quite poisonous, even promising peace after death. Farmers value oaths and believe in spirits, so at that moment half the people believed the original speaker's words.

Then, the original owner also recounted every word he had said to Lao Song and Song Dashan when they were plotting together. This time, everyone believed him.

Because the original body, a ten-year-old girl who had never even left the village, how could she know who in town wanted to buy people, and named them specifically She even said how much their worth was in silver.

Song Dachuan knelt on the ground, sobbing and saying:

"Mother! Ripples is your granddaughter! How could you sell my flesh and blood for your younger brother!"

Zhang Hui's mother was the first to stand up and scold.

“Song, you wicked old woman! You have no heart! To actually sell your granddaughter to your own son as a wife, did you even ask my Zhang family Lian Yi is also my granddaughter, she has half of my Zhang family's blood in her!”

The last fig leaf was pulled away, even the village head wasn't on Old Song's side. But after all, he was a villager of Songjia Village. Old Song had a bad reputation and it wasn't good for their Songjia Village either.

The village head then called in Mr. Song, Big Chuan, and Zhang Hui's parents. They went into the house alone and talked for an hour before finally deciding that Big Chuan should leave home, renouncing his five acres of land, the house, and the silver originally allotted to him. He gave it up as retirement money for his parents, and stated he would no longer be responsible for them except in cases of illness or death.

After all, he wasn't the eldest nor the youngest son. He had also hurt his mother deeply, even almost causing her to lose hope of future generations. Being able to leave his home and give his elderly parents enough money to support themselves was already a filial act. No one else could say anything about it.

Old Master Song was actually reluctant. His second son was the most capable, and besides his sickly grandson holding him back, he was very satisfied with everything else.

But things had gotten to this point, he knew the second son's family had already drifted away from them, and with his own wife plotting to sell their granddaughter, even living under the same roof was unbearable. They were looking at each other with disdain. It was better to be separated now.

Having prepared the divorce papers, Song Dachuan decisively took his wife, son, and daughter to his father-in-law's house. He wasn't ashamed to admit he was going to work odd jobs in town because he feared he couldn't support his injured wife and children. Right now, he only had a few sets of clothes; everything else was gone. He needed his father-in-law's family to help him out.

Song Dachuan said it that way, but everyone could tell he was worried that without him around, someone at home might get bad ideas and try to sell his daughter again.

Old Song's face flushed with anger, he had nowhere to vent his frustration. But the situation had come to this point, what else could he say He could only watch helplessly as the Zhang family packed up their second son's belongings. That day, they drove away from Songjia Village in a cart, taking Zhang Hui's family with them.

As a man, Song Dachuan was very responsible. When he arrived at Zhangjia Village and entered Hui's house, he first bowed to the Zhang family members in the main room, expressing his gratitude.

Then, he took out a small cloth bag wrapped in several layers of tattered fabric from his arms. When he opened it, there were copper coins, broken silver, and even a silver bracelet for an infant. In front of the Zhang family, he gave all of these to Zhang Huiniang's parents, and only then did he speak:

“Father, mother, thank you for going to seek justice for Sister Hui today and for taking our family of four in. I know everyone isn’t wealthy, and our family of four needs money for food and shelter. It’s winter now and we can’t afford to build a house. Please accept this money, so Sister Hui can recover properly. It is my incompetence that has caused Sister Hui so much suffering this time.”

Chang Hui-niang, holding her swaddled son, also had red eyes. She wiped her eyes and said to her parents:

"Father and Mother, this isn't Big Chuan's fault. He's been working hard in town to provide for our child even in this cold weather. He always protects me, but it's Grandmother..."

Speaking of this, she couldn't go on. After all, she had lost a child and her ability to bear children. It was impossible not to hate Old Madam Song.

Zhang's mother also had red eyes, she pulled her daughter's hand and said:

"My poor daughter!"

There, the two of them were wiping their tears, and Zhang's father was more practical. He directly addressed Dachuan:

"Dachao, I've accepted the money you gave me and will use it to have Huiniang make two sets of confinement clothes. This winter, your whole family will spend it with us. When spring arrives, we'll see what you decide: whether to build a house in Zhangjia Village or return to Songjiacun. Your family will definitely help you."

"Thank you, Father. Your words are enough for me. I want to settle directly in Zhangjia Village and build a house here. Hui Niang will be close to you all, and if anything happens, there'll be someone to look after us."

At Zhangjia Village, I've already had a falling out with my younger brother. My mother is incredibly biased and now probably hates both me and Hui Niang deeply. If I move back, wouldn't they just use their seniority to pressure Hui Niang and the children Since I've already left, I don't intend on going back.

Song Dachuan was very decisive and said directly.

If Old Man Song heard this, he would surely find it grating, but to Mother and Father-in-law Hui, this son-in-law was completely on his daughter's side. They were naturally very pleased.

Moreover, Song Dachu not only spoke but also acted. He didn't intend to take advantage of the Zhang family for nothing. The silver he offered was at least three taels, enough for a family of four to survive through the winter. Even Hui Niang's four brothers thought that Song Dachu was generous and worthy of help.

It wasn't until the family of four was together that they lived a peaceful life. Hui Niang, back at her own family home, naturally didn't have to worry about appearances. Besides, her husband was capable and had given her family silver, so she could rest assured, taking care of her health and her youngest son. Originally, the protagonist had also been sensible at her maternal grandparents' house, helping out with whatever she could, taking care of her mother and younger brother.

After settling his wife and children, Song Dachuan went straight to town. On the way, he found work carrying heavy bags, earning more for carrying more. He saved up some silver over the winter.

After spring arrived, Song Dachuan, with the help of the Zhang family, settled in Zhangjia Village. He used the silver he had saved during the winter to build a row of earthen houses, with only three rooms: the main room, bedroom, and kitchen. The courtyard was enclosed with bamboo, marking his own little place.

Of course, the silver was also spent. Since Song Dachuan had no land in Zhangjia Village, he continued to go to town and work hard from dawn till dusk.erson in charge of on-site safety let out a big sigh of relief. Unfortunately, at the last photo-taking session, there was still a problem.As the old-fashioned camera flash went "pop, pop", Lian Ri he...