Hearing my mother mention the past events, Song Laoer squinted and sighed, then grinned and said: "Mom, if you were really stripped of your clothes back then, I should be the fifth uncle's son, not Song Laohan's step-wife.
I can eat meat and drink wine every day, and how can I spare the one tael of silver that I have spent doing corvee work?”
Each household had a share in corvée service. Some people contributed, but no one contributed money. The labor service fee for a month was one tael of silver.
If Song Lao Er delayed signing the deposit, he would not want to go to work, and he would have to waste another two taels of silver.
At this time, when I heard my mother say that Song Lizheng did not dare to let himself do corvee service, his words were a little sour.
If you have a decent father, you will be someone who can walk around in the village.
Maybe you can be like the eldest son of the Li Zheng family and work as a small official in the town with full authority. You don't need to drink some fancy wine to count money.
Listening to her son's complaints, Mrs. Gu was also annoyed and said: "I can only blame Song Laohei for not having the courage. Your mother and I were also a flower back then..."
Little Gu frowned: "Mom, you'd better not mention those days. I heard from my parents that you didn't marry into Uncle Li Zheng's family because you thought they were poor and shady."
She has been suffering from backache and leg pain today, and she feels bad when she thinks of Song Laoer beating herself for the little bitch.
Moreover, these old stories are not helpful to the current problem. What my mother-in-law said was just bragging.
After being exposed by his wife, Mr. Gu curled his lips and didn't mention that time again.
The most important thing is to talk about now.
Song Lizheng said that the town would come together to bring people in the morning the day after tomorrow, which must be true.
She can act rogue and act upright, but she won't be of much use to the people in the town. If she messes around, she will be punished.
"How about paying a tael of silver for the work?" Song Laoer said lazily, half lying on the kang.
Anyway, as soon as Song Liyun was sent to Xue's house, he already had fifty taels of silver, so why bother to go so far and suffer for such a small amount of money.
"You think a tael of silver is easy to exchange, and you will come out as soon as your upper lip touches your lower lip. You will stay and buy a few more kilograms of meat for your grandson to replenish his body." Old Mrs. Gu obviously didn't want to spend money.
"This won't work, and that won't work either, so what do you think we should do?"
Song Laoer became impatient. It was not like his family couldn't afford the money.
In order to avoid the corvee these days, he even had to avoid people when he went to town to drink, which was not pleasant at all.
The little Gu next to her rolled her eyes: "I said, have you forgotten that there is another person in the family who is also a strong laborer and can do corvee work?"
"You mean Zhenping?"
Song Laoer curled his lips, pulled the quilt and put it under him to make himself more comfortable, and then shouted to little Gu: "You don't understand anything, don't talk nonsense, there is still something going on at home."
If you ask him to do it, he can't go."
"That's right! Let the cripple go." Mrs. Gu clapped her hands and shouted.
In addition to Song Laoer, there is also a labor force in my family.
That is the eldest son of the eldest son, Song Zhenping, who is now nineteen years old.
Song Laoer shook his head: "No, he is lame, how can he go to do corvee service? Not to mention the selection of people in the town, even if he is in the middle, he will not be able to get through."
Serving as a corvee was a heavy job, and you had to choose a healthy and strong man. Although Song Zhenping was old, he was lame, so others would not want him.
But this matter is not 100% certain. As long as the people at the bottom are perfunctory, the top can hide it.
When she heard that she was worried that Li Zheng would not agree, Old Gu's eyes widened: "I'll go find Song Laohei. If he refuses, I'll take off my clothes and lie on his bed."
Song Laoer chuckled.
In recent years, Song Lizheng has had a high prestige in the village, and he can be said to be powerful with just one word, but it is of no use to his own family.
When farming, other people's families have to line up to release water, but as long as my mother is involved in my own family, I can release water whenever I want. Song Laohei can only jump in anger.
This time, Song Laoer was still hesitant to ask the lame man to do corvee service, even though he would save a few taels of silver.
Now that Song Liyun was going to Xue's house, her previous thought was to tie up Menxun and send her away.
But now the second girl wants to go there willingly and will bring some benefits to the family in the future.
Song Laoer is not stupid.
The second girl agreed to do this, in the final analysis, it was to make life easier for the two boys in the family.
For the sake of this money tree, I still can't let my mother and others abuse the brothers too much in the future.
You still have to figure it out and not be too compliant with the second girl’s heart, which is really a headache!
During lunch today, the second girl said that she wanted to see the brothers, but she didn't agree, so she had to obediently go to Xue's house before they could meet.
So the three of them murmured in the room, discussing how to deal with the corvee service and how to deal with Song Liyun.
In the ear room, the person being discussed slowly retrieved a strange metal cylinder from the wall.
With a wave of his hand, the detector was returned to the space. Song Liyun raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: It turns out that he is still doing corvee service. It seems that it will not be difficult to leave Song Laoer.
Originally, she was thinking of using the fact that she wanted to "marry" to the Xue family to put pressure on her to split up the family and break away from Song Laoer's control.
Now that he knew that he would have to do corvee work the next day, and heard that the three of them wanted Song Zhenping to go, they simply gave her a pillow if she felt sleepy.
With her mind made up, Song Liyun sat back on the kang again, rummaged through the brothers' suitcases, and began to prepare to leave the Song family.
But all I bought were rags, and even the thick coats I wore in winter were stuffed with reed flowers.
There are small patches on top of big patches, and it's impossible to patch them up again.
In a fit of anger, Song Liyun threw all her clothes into the kang hole with a dark face.
Besides, Song Li was coming out of Song Laoer's yard, clutching his chest and moaning.
He felt that every time he walked into this courtyard, his life would be shortened by ten years, and if he came again a few times, he would be angry to death.
Just after he left the hospital, Song Lizheng couldn't help but sigh again: There were villagers everywhere on the roadside and on top of the courtyard walls waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Song Lizheng, with a dark face, pointed at those people and cursed: "What are you looking at? I have never seen a mad dog bite someone."
The man who was scolded by him hugged his shoulders and shrank his neck and laughed strangely: "Haha, Mr. Li Zheng, you went to find Widow Gu to have an old relationship, and you got shit thrown at you?"
Song Lizheng gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck you, mother. Even if I go to the mountains to look for wild monkeys, I don't want to see that woman. I'm going to talk to that coward Song Lao Er."
"Hey! That's not what Mrs. Gu said. She said you are still thinking about her beautiful face!" Someone said something greasy, and there was a burst of laughter around her.
Song Lizheng was so angry that he jumped up and picked up dirt lumps on the ground and tried to hit them: "Get out! Get out! Get out! These are all nonsense. You can't even listen to what people say."
There was laughter all around again!
At this moment, two "wood piles" came from outside the village.
The people who were smiling playfully just now stopped talking and all looked weird.
Those on the courtyard wall quickly closed their doors, and those on the roadside slowly moved away along the base of the wall.
Song Lizheng dropped the clod of earth in his hand and walked towards the firewood pile: "Daping Xiaoan, you two are gathering firewood again!"
Out of the 100 households in the village, only Song Lao's family had the most firewood.
As soon as he entered the yard, he saw piles of firewood piled up behind the house. The brothers had cut down these firewood day and night, preparing to sell them to the city in the winter.
With these stacks of firewood, Song Laoer gained another income.
If there is a heavy snowfall in the mountains, it is possible to sell it for three taels of silver, which is enough to buy food and drink for the whole family.
When he heard someone calling his name, "Big Woodpile" raised his head, revealing a dark and thin face, with two big eyes full of exhaustion.
Song Zhangping asked in confusion: "Master Li Zheng came from my house?"