Farmer Fubo is open for business

Wu Zhonglou said from the side: "Brother-in-law, tie them up first, and let's go to the patriarch's house to report the news."

A dozen people broke into a house, robbed it, and injured others. This matter is not trivial and must be reported to the police as soon as possible.

Song Sanshun nodded: "I will go out to report the news, and you should lock the door at home."

"I'll go with you." Wu Zhonglou was worried that his brother-in-law would go out alone at night, so he wanted to take Dahei with him.

Song Sanshun agreed and glanced at Song Yufeng, who was huddled in the corner: "How is dad?"

Song Yufeng sobbed and cried: "Dad was knocked unconscious by them, and they forced me to come and call the door. Third brother, I didn't mean to do it, wuwuwuwuwu."

Song Sanshun was anxious, but knew he had to call someone now.

So, he and his brother-in-law and his mother-in-law tied up a few gangsters before leaving the yard.

Soon, everyone from Songjia Village came over. The clan leader and several clan elders interrogated the robbers all night long. When they learned that they wanted to wipe out the Song Sanshun family and steal the money, they were absolutely furious.

What the gangsters meant was that as long as they got tens of thousands of dollars from Song Sanshun's family, and each of them could share a few hundred dollars, they would have a lifetime of peace of mind, even if they never came back in this life.

At this moment, Song Sanshun led a few people and ran to his father's side. They found that Song Baqi's head was broken and he had died of anger a long time ago. He couldn't help crying.

He rushed to Zuocun with a sickle in hand, kicked open Song Jizu's house, dragged Song Jizu down from where he was huddled on the kang, and beat him severely.

If the villagers hadn't snatched the sickle from his hand, Song Sanshun would have chopped Song Jizu to death on the spot.

Song Jizu held his head and said nothing, letting Song Sanshun beat him.

Old Mrs. Zhao wanted to come over to protect her son, but was kicked aside.

Song Chengye was so frightened that he cried loudly. He hugged Mr. Zhao and cried non-stop.

When Widow Cui heard that Song Jizu had conspired with others to kill Song Baqi, she was so frightened that she drove the old Zhao family's grandparents out of the house overnight.

The bed rolls were also thrown out, and they were ordered not to come near her house.

The next day, people from the Patrol Department took away seven or eight prisoners, and then went to Zhaojiacun to capture a few people who had escaped.

However, the escaped criminal did not return home, so the patrolmen of the Patrol Department took the village leader of Zhaojiacun and the head of the household who committed the crime back to the Yamen.

After that, it’s time to wait for the class to open.

Song Sanshun held a funeral for his biological father.

Song Yufeng, wearing sackcloth and filial piety, couldn't help crying.

That night, she opened the door to her brother Song Jizu, but a dozen gangsters rushed in.

They threatened Song Baqi and asked him to take out all his money.

Song Baqi refused at first, but when he saw that they were threatening his daughter, he compromised and took out the dowry money he had saved for his daughter, a total of more than 30 guan.

As a result, Song Jizu was not satisfied and had people beat Song Baqi and forced him to call Song Sanshun over.

Song Baqi refused to die and even tried to yell, so the gang simply killed him and forced Song Yufeng to call the door.

Song Yufeng didn't dare to go anywhere, so she had no choice but to take pictures of the third brother's door.

Thinking about it now, Song Yufeng felt regretful and frightened.

She lived a good life with her biological father, and she also knew that her biological father had been weaving day and night to save her dowry, but it was all ruined by her elder brother.

"Dad, it's my daughter who can't help you. She regrets it so much!" Song Yufeng's voice became hoarse from crying.

During the Chinese New Year, her biological father also said that when she gets haircut, he would give her some jewelry and buy some nice cloth to make clothes for her, so that she can talk to her husband's family in the future.

Now that her father is gone, who can she rely on in the future?

Chang'an was also very sad.

Her grandfather often bought her pig trotters and a silver lock for her little sister, but he was killed by bad guys.

Didn’t the little goldfish say that he had good luck? Why can my grandfather still encounter mishaps?

She was crying and suddenly saw her grandfather standing outside the door.

He was dressed in white clothes and stood with a smile on his face, stroking his gray beard.

Chang'an was shocked and ran over to hold his grandfather's hand.

But no matter how she ran, she just couldn't get close to her grandfather.

Finally, my grandfather slowly rose into the sky, drifted farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared.

"Chang'an, what's wrong?" Mrs. Sun touched Chang'an's face and woke her up.

Chang'an woke up and was still sobbing. "My grandfather is gone. Chang'an will never see him again."

Mrs. Sun hugged Chang'an distressedly, not knowing how to comfort him.

In May, the trial letter submitted by the county magistrate was finally approved. The officials sentenced four of the house-breaking and robbery suspects in Songjia Village to death, and the rest were exiled from 1,000 to 3,000 miles away.

Song Jizu was also sentenced to death and executed at Caishikou, the county seat.

Song Sanshun and his brother-in-law went to the execution ground to watch the execution, and saw with their own eyes that Song Jizu was beheaded.

When he returned to the village, the villagers told him that Mr. Zhao, his grandson and daughter had left Songjia Village and went to an unknown destination.

Song Sanshun didn't care about the old Zhao family. He sold all the things in the old house and asked someone to make paper bundles and burn them to his father's grave.

It's August in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the county magistrate suddenly came to Songjia Village in person, and with him was his youngest son Zhao Yuan.

They went straight to Song Sanshun's house. After sitting down, Magistrate Zhao said with a smile: "Brother Song, Prince Zhongqinhou of the capital has sent a message and wants Jiang's daughter Chang'an to follow us to the capital, so I came here to tell you."

Song Sanshun was surprised and turned to Chang'an and said: "Chang'an, your mother has asked the county magistrate to take you to Beijing."

Chang'an looked at his aunt holding his little sister, "Are aunt and Chang Ning going too?"

The county magistrate smiled and said: "It's okay if you can accompany me together. I'm not in a hurry to return to Beijing to renew my post."

Wu shook her head repeatedly: "We can't go, we can't live without her at home."

Chang'an struggled: "Well, then I won't go either."

Zhao Yuan was anxious. He wanted to hold Chang An but was afraid of being scolded by his own father. He stamped his feet and said, "Chang'an, your mother has not seen you for many years. She must miss you very much. If you don't go, won't she be sad?"

Chang'an was a little at a loss and could only look at his third uncle for help: "Uncle, how about I go see my mother-in-law and come back later?"

Song Sanshun sighed and touched his little niece's head: "Chang'an, your father's letter also asked you to go to your mother's place. In this case, you can go to Beijing with me."

The eldest brother also said in the letter that he has been promoted to a hundred households and will go to Beijing with Qianhu to meet the saint at least next year. By then, the whole family will be reunited in the capital.

Chang'an frowned, feeling extremely reluctant to leave his little sister and uncle and aunt.

But he always wanted to meet his mother-in-law and his father, and tell her in person that his grandfather was beaten to death by Song Xiyue's own father.

"Okay, I will go to Beijing with you."

Chang'an glanced at the young apprentice who was busy in the room and said to his third uncle: "Uncle, I will leave my apprentices under your care. I will pay them wages after I earn money."

Song Sanshun smiled: "Don't worry, uncle knows what to do."

Chang'an nodded and asked Magistrate Zhao: "Sir, should I go with you now? Or will it take a while?"

Magistrate Zhao stroked his beard and said, "I will go to Beijing on the second day of September. Just ask your uncle to take you to the Yamen one day in advance."

"Okay!" Chang An said happily, "There are still more than ten days."

Zhao Yuan poked his head and said proudly: "I will stay at your house for more than ten days, and then we will go back to the county together."

"Yuan'er." Magistrate Zhao felt helpless at his son's familiarity: "How can you be so rude?"