Everyone was talking about it, their faces showing great shame for such a thing.
The yellow cauliflower was even more exciting. She had always disliked Feng. They married into Songshan Village at about the same time. Feng was newly married at that time and stayed in the village for a few days before following Zhang Guangua to the town.
At that time, she thought that she was a newly married daughter-in-law, and if she had anything to say, she went to Zhang's house to chat with her.
Unexpectedly, Ms. Feng was well-dressed, looked arrogant, and was not willing to talk to her at all.
In the following years, every time Feng returned to the village during the New Year, she would always look at people with her chin raised.
She really couldn't stand her for a long time!
But I can't stand it and there's nothing I can do about it. Who says that a man is a child while his son is studying and promising!
What a good thing it is now, this promising son is hooking up with a widow, ouch!
Huang Caihua smiled in her heart. Although her two sons could not study well, they did carpentry work with me. They were good hands and down-to-earth, and they would not do anything like hooking up with a widow!
"Then if the future father-in-law catches him, the marriage may not be possible, right? He is a scholar, can he tolerate his future son-in-law doing such a scandal?"
Yungui shook his head, "I don't know about that! Everyone is spreading the news about Zhang Song sleeping with a widow and being beaten by the widow's concubine, but there is no news about the excitement in the Ge family. I heard that some people even came to Pumpkin's residence in Yunshan Lane.
I went to watch the fun, but the door of his house was closed and no one came out."
"How dare you do this? Such a shameful thing, I'm afraid Zhang Song won't have the shame to go to the town school to study in the future! Which school would dare to accept such a scholar?" Huang Caihua tutted.
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Although Songshan Village has always been united, every household has a good relationship and never quarrels or fights. You see me laughing and I gossip about you.
But in fact, Zhang Guanggu went to the town to study since he was a child. He had not spoken much to any of them in the village, and to be honest, he was not familiar with them.
With such a great excitement, and the fact that I had previously envied Zhang Gugua for being a child, and that my son was studying well and promising, I really couldn’t help but say it!
Anyway, they don’t go out of the village to talk, so they can talk within the village themselves!
At that moment, Huangcai Hua ran the fastest, leaving Wang Orion's house and quickly ran to the next house.
Yunnan and Guizhou were not idle either, so they moved on to the next bustling place.
Therefore, within a short time, everyone in the village knew that Zhang Song slept with the widow, was beaten into a pig's head by the widow's concubine, and was caught red-handed by his future father-in-law.
Everyone talked about it, but they didn't dare to go to the Zhang family.
Will Lao Deng know this, so he packed up the house that Lao Dou had troubled and came to the village to go to the village chief's house to make a declaration. He happened to hear Huang Caihua spitting at the Liu family next door to the village chief's house.
About this!
The few people in the courtyard of the Liu family who were listening with great interest looked embarrassed when they saw old Mr. Deng, and quickly found excuses to go away from work.
Old Mrs. Deng pursed her lips, almost thinking that she was deaf.
Zhang Song slept with a widow?
Although she couldn't see the child being arrogant and arrogant just because he was good at studying, the child was indeed good at studying. Otherwise, the scholar would not have chosen him as his son-in-law.
She also despises the fact that her eldest son has been studying for more than 20 years and has only read white books, which is of no use at all. However, she also agrees with what Zhang Laodou often said that her eldest grandson will definitely learn how to read in the future.
Even if you can't be an official or anything like that, you should be more capable than him. At least you can become a teacher after passing the examination as a scholar!
But this good boy, is his brain flooded or is he blinded by lard?
He actually hooked up with a widow, why can't he think of it so shamelessly and impurely?
It is true that evil bamboo cannot grow good bamboo shoots. This is absolutely true.
Lao Deng couldn't help laughing, he also had half of the bad bamboo.
Shaking his head, he walked up to the village chief's courtyard.
Mr. Tang and the village chief were warming themselves by the fire in the main room, while listening to the voice of Tang Mingde teaching Tang Wen how to identify medicinal materials in the bright east wing.
I had heard people in the village talk about the excitement and Zhang Song, and I was shaking my head and sighing, how could a good scholar make such a move?
Reputation is the most important thing for a scholar. Now that the news is so popular, it is impossible to suppress it. How can something that everyone in the town knows about be easily forgotten?
It's a good thing that Zhang Song will no longer take the imperial examination route in the future. If others talk about it, it will only be embarrassing at most.
But if Zhang Song continues to follow this path, no matter whether he is a child or a scholar, as long as others talk about him, some people will sing about what happened.
If you want to be an official, you must first go through an inventory, check your ancestral home, check your past, and ask your neighbors about the person's life since childhood.
At that time, the reputation of having hooked up with a widow when he was young will be criticized.
This person!
The village chief couldn't help but shake his head and saw old Mr. Deng entering the courtyard.
My wife and daughter-in-law were doing embroidery work in the side room, and the village chief got up quickly and invited people into the house to warm themselves by the fire.
Old Mr. Deng went in and called Mr. Tang first, then sat down on the small bench.
The village chief thought she was here because of Zhang Song's affairs. He was about to go out and yell at the villagers to stop talking about this matter. After all, they were from the same village and there was no reason to tell jokes about the villagers.
But old Mr. Deng spoke first, "Uncle Dayou, village elder brother, I have come to bother you two with something.
I have four sons in total, and there are not as many as my sons in the whole village. In recent years, the three bedrooms and the big house have all been in the town. It is said that the families have not been separated, but in fact it is almost like the families have been separated.
Right now my father has suffered a stroke and is paralyzed, and some of his sons are the same as none. I just thought that while I am still in good health, I can divide this family up tomorrow. I will also inform them and return it.
Please ask Uncle Dayou and the village elder to come to my house tomorrow to be a witness."
Separate the family?
Listening to this, the village chief and his son couldn't help but look at each other, thinking about what Old Deng said, and thinking that it was true that Mr. Zhang was paralyzed and that the third and third eldest brothers rarely came back to care about him.
Also today, there was a quilt burning in Zhang Lao Dou's house. The villagers went to help put out the fire. When they came back, Zhang Lao Dou was paralyzed. It was also hard for Lao Deng to poop and pee every day.
It is normal for families to separate when they have more sons. This is a family matter and outsiders cannot control it.
Mr. Tang didn't say much, and just said, "Okay, we'll come tomorrow."
Old Mrs. Deng listened, nodded, stood up and left without sitting still.
After old Mr. Deng left, the village chief held the charcoal with the tongs and said: "It's good to separate the family. It should have been separated a long time ago."
"Who can be the boss of Mr. Zhang?" Mr. Tang said.
The village chief paused and said, "That's right. If he hadn't been paralyzed, I guess this family wouldn't have been able to separate. However, the younger brother and sister couldn't figure it out. She was the one who worked hard on the second child earlier. What could she think?
You want to divide the family with the second child? It doesn’t look right at all. I guess if the father is paralyzed, he won’t come back to take care of the three bedrooms, so you need to take advantage of the opportunity to divide the family and make arrangements for it?”
"You have been the village chief for twenty years, but you still don't understand things clearly." Mr. Tang glanced at him, but he didn't intend to say more.
He just said: "Let's see tomorrow, the village is definitely busy."
Thinking of that boy Zhang Yang, Mr. Tang clicked his tongue, looked at the sparks in the brazier, and suddenly smiled.