Song Zhiwei bit her lip, her eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you, uncle. I don't know what I would do if you didn't agree."

"They say that a family's scandal should not be exposed publicly. If I hadn't been forced to do anything, I wouldn't have been able to hide my face and ask you to talk about it."

The Chen family showed sympathy. Fu Zhiqing really didn't have a day of peace after breaking his leg. Chen Xingguo stood up and patted the mud on his trouser legs. He put his hands behind his back and walked towards the door. Song Zhiwei quickly stood up and brought the enamel basin. People in the yard said, "Aunt Chunhua, Brother Dazhuang, Sister-in-law Qingmei, I'm leaving. I'll see you another day."

"Hey, go quickly, it's not safe at night." Aunt Chunhua smiled kindly and waved to her.

Song Zhiwei nodded and walked a few steps quickly to follow Chen Xingguo.

Along the way, the two of them chatted all the time. Song Zhiwei was preoccupied with two things. While talking, she began to think about how to live her life.

She couldn't really expect to make a living by returning things from the Song family. She would want the things, but she couldn't waste all her time on it. If they really waited for them to return things, their graves would be covered with grass.

Ask the village chief to go to the Song family tonight. One is to lay the foundation for her future resistance to the Song family. Otherwise, her sudden change in temperament, from a coward to a strong one, cannot be explained. It will be easy for the Song family to seize the opportunity and make another plot. Feudal superstition is put on one's own head, and the gain outweighs the loss.

The slogan of breaking down feudal superstition has been shouted for many years, but in remote mountain villages, villagers still believe in these things privately, but they dare not say it openly.

Asking the village chief for help can not only put pressure on the Song family to get back a few days of rations, but also prove the reason for his change of temper. It kills two birds with one stone.

When the rumors about him started to spread in the village, the village chief came forward to speak, and keeping it under wraps was more useful than trying to explain it all by himself.

The prestige of the village chief is as effective in the village as the captain of the production brigade.

As for how to make money, she has an idea, but it will depend on tomorrow.

In fact, the 1980s and 1990s were a golden age everywhere. As long as you are brave enough, dare to work hard and think hard, it is not difficult to be rich. In the past life, many rich people stood out from the times and took advantage of the spring breeze of openness to rise up and become rich. A giant.

It's a pity that after two lifetimes, except for the extra ten years of memory, I am still an ordinary person. The only thing I can use is to sneak up the mountain when no one is at home to avoid hunger, set simple traps, catch pheasants and rabbits, and beat them for tooth festivals. .

With this skill in hand, if you work hard with your hands and feet, you can always support the whole family. Even if you can't buy or sell, you can still feed them to replenish their health.

The father and daughter were so thin that there was almost only a handful of bones left.

The two people's sallow and thin cheeks appeared in Song Zhiwei's mind. She had to work hard to make money and solve the problem of food and clothing first, and then took the two of them to the town hospital for examination. Fu Chenshi looked at his legs and Xiaoya checked her body. Song Zhiwei's eyes darkened. She was a child in her previous life. Ya is mentally impaired due to extreme malnutrition, and she must take them as soon as possible.

After clearing their thoughts, the two of them walked quickly and hurriedly to the Song house. The yard was noisy. If they listened carefully, they were all scolding Song Zhiwei, among which Song's mother Zhao Laidi had the loudest voice.

"Old Song, stop smoking and give me a shout. Didn't you see that this damn girl hit me today?"

"Not to mention that the new clothes I wore were all scratched, and my body was also bruised and bruised."

"You damn girl, you are such a wolf. I have raised her for so long, but she actually kicked me out for a man. There are so many pairs of eyes in the village looking at me. How can I gain a foothold in the village in the future?"

"Why don't you even lose your face tonight and come home to catch the autumn wind."

"My sister-in-law is not an idle wolf. She just got wet in the rain the past two days, but she pretended to be sick and refused to go out to the field. This made my father and Zhiye busy working in the fields on a hot day. Country girls are not so precious. If you ask me, she is just lazy. Today is even more... It was too much. Not only did he beat mom, but he also snatched dad’s food at night.”

Xu Jinhua touched the melon seed shells in her mouth with her lips, and then fanned the flames. The hatred for the eggs was irreconcilable, even if she ate the ones given by Song Zhiye later.

If Song Zhiwei didn't take it away, she could eat two boiled eggs.

Song's father paused slightly while smoking. Thinking of his old waist that could hardly stand up straight, anger flashed across his dark face. He put the cigarette bag heavily on the table, exposed his teeth yellowed by smoke, and looked down at the two of them. He said, "No matter what the noise is, shut up."

"You old man, no matter how old you are, you insist on following the fashion in the city. The shabby clothes you wear are just fancy and not worn at all. You will not listen to me when I ask you to sell them for money."

"And you, Jinhua, when talking about Xiaowei, first look at your own virtues. You don't get involved in family matters because of your pregnancy. You sleep after eating and don't even want to wash the dishes."

"Oh, Dad, I have the golden grandson of the Song family in my belly, why don't I keep it?"

"Old Song, what's wrong with Jinhua not doing anything? She should have a dead girl to take care of her."

"She is a loser herself, and the child she gave birth to is also a loser. Instead of having our precious treasures, in her belly is my precious little grandson."

Song Zhiwei stood outside the door, her fists loosened and tightened. The conversations inside continued to reach her ears. In their eyes, she was a loser, and she should be a cow and a horse, doing the work of serving others...

Song Jianjun picked up the dry cigarette on the table and smoked, "Yes, yes, Xiaowei is not as expensive as Jinhua Jing, but think about where you got your good clothes."

Zhao Laidi didn't say anything. Song Zhiwei was helping her family harvest rice a few days ago. Who knew that someone would take notice of her and say that she was pretty and that she would be worth a lot of money if she was sold to a place in the valley where she couldn't find a wife? She immediately moved. I was thinking about it, but I didn’t dare to tell the truth to my family.

She was used to deceiving people, so she came home with her mouth and said that there was a stranger who liked Song Zhiwei's appearance and didn't mind that she had been married and had children. He was willing to pay a lot of money to marry her home without them having to pay a dowry.

Song Zhiwei is not as beautiful as a village girl. Even though she has given birth to a child, her figure has not deteriorated. On the contrary, it has become bulging forward and backward due to childbirth. If she had not lost nutrition and was a little thin, she would have been more beautiful.

No wonder people were so attracted to her that they were willing to spend 700 yuan to buy her. They even gave her clothes that were fashionable among the people in the city in order to persuade her.

Once the price was announced, who in the family would not be tempted?

Seven hundred yuan, a full seven hundred yuan. They worked so hard from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, and the whole family couldn't make so much money even if they worked together.

Song Jianjun made the decision and told Zhao Laidi to make trouble. Song Zhiwei and Fu Chenshi must be divorced and married to that foreigner.