Song Shuirong felt miserable, she felt like she was living in hell every day.
She has been back to Xiaoshi Village several times this year.
Ever since the home was stolen, things have been getting worse every day.
Being beaten and scolded by the villagers was a minor matter. When farming, Song Defu was slacking off in the fields, and because he couldn't get water, he randomly threw seeds into the fields without even watering them.
Naturally, there was no harvest, and the crops were in ruins. The Song family opened their mouths and looked at taking money from Song Shuirong to fill their stomachs.
She is a doormat herself, so how can she spare any extra money?
I could only do my best to please Mr. Xue at night, but I didn't dare to resist even if I was tortured by perverted methods until I bleeded and fainted.
But it's not a good idea to get the money back like this.
She still has to be scolded by her own mother as a black-hearted white-eyed wolf, saying that she has no ability to hold a man in her arms, has not helped make the family rich, and cannot even afford Xiaobao's repair money.
And it was Song Liyun who should bear all this, and he was the one helping her pay off the debt.
When I think of the two scoundrels from the Xue family coming back from Broken Gold Town and talking about how wealthy Baolinju is, how capable Miss Song is, and how good-looking she is, the way Mr. Xue looks at me...
Song Shuirong trembled all over, and Master Xue's eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.
That night, a piece of flesh on her inner thigh was bitten off alive.
There was blood on the corner of Mr. Xue's mouth, and he said viciously: "Song Lao Er defrauded me of my money, so I used your rag to stuff it. When he comes back, Mr. Xue will personally skin him."
The shock and pain caused Song Shuirong to faint.
For more than a year, she didn't know how she survived.
Looking at the empty room and listening to the women mocking and laughing at her, Song Shuirong couldn't help but start crying again and secretly swore in her heart.
Now, now that Song Zhenping is back, she must please him and exchange herself with that bitch Song Liyun.
In Song Shuirong's experience, as long as she yelled at Song Zhenping, Song Zhenping would have no choice but to bow her head and obey.
When the time comes when he becomes a military householder and returns the position of mistress of the Xue family to Song Liyun, Song Zhenping will definitely agree.
Or he might have to say a few nice words to himself and ask Song Zhenping to buy him back with money, and then prepare more dowry and choose a good family to marry.
In the old house of the Song family, Song Shuirong was full of fantasies, and despite the abuse, she tried her best to please Aunt Zhang and others.
Even when she was scolded, she kept a smile on her face and followed diligently to clean up the room. She wanted to show her repentance.
Mr. Xue followed Song Shuirong into Xiaoshi Village this time, but instead of going to Song's house, he took his entourage directly to Song Lizheng's house.
He already knew the news in town, and Song Zhenping stayed here for the past two days after returning.
Sure enough, as soon as Mr. Xue got off the carriage, he saw a young man talking to Song Dekui in the courtyard.
Master Xue naturally knew Song Dekui. When he saw what he was wearing, he couldn't help but twitching his lips.
At this time, although Song Laosan still looked like a carefree craftsman in the town, the clothes he wore were no longer coarse cloth, but forged noodles.
The man who was talking to him had a strange face. He was only about 20 years old, with a greenish look on his face, but his slightly bent legs could not be seen.
Is this the eldest brother of the Song family? Master Xue was confused.
Song Shuirong described Song Zhenping's appearance to him, and the most important thing was that he was a cripple.
The arrival of Mr. Xue and his entourage also attracted the attention of Song Zhenping and Song Dekui. They stopped talking about the land purchase and looked back together.
Song Dekui grinned happily: "Daping, it's your cousin-in-law who's here!"
Song Zhenping had never seen Mr. Xue before. At this moment, he saw a dry old man wearing a floral brocade jacket walking towards him, his face covered with wrinkles and age spots piled together.
This is my cousin's husband? He's from the Xue family!
When she thought that her second sister was almost sold to this old man, Song Zhenping's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she turned around as if she hadn't seen him.
Mr. Xue was in a happy mood at this time. Although his men came back from Suijin Town in embarrassment, they brought him news that the Song family had become prosperous.
Fifty taels of silver is nothing. As long as you have a good relationship with the Song family, you can earn five hundred taels or five thousand taels of silver.
When he came to Xiaoshi Village this time, not only did he not have any resentment, he also brought a gift.
Seeing Song Zhenping and Song Dekui looking at him, Mr. Xue lifted up the corner of his clothes and ran straight over with small steps: "Hello, Third Master Song, hello, uncle!"
Song Zhenping felt like her hair was standing on end when she was called "brother". She couldn't even pretend to be deaf. She turned around and said bitterly: "I'm not your uncle, so don't shout randomly."
Mr. Xue is a human spirit. When he saw that Song Zhenping's eyes were red, and his anger did not seem to be fake, he quickly changed his tone: "Brother...ah, Mr. Song is right, stop shouting."
Song Dekui raised his eyebrows and said mockingly: "Mr. Xue, if you come to Xiaoshi Village now, you are not afraid of having your bones broken."
At first, Song Lao Er wanted to be sold to Mr. Xue as his "step wife", but Song Liyun was the one.
Mr. Xue trembled his cheeks and forced out his brightest smile: "Mr. Song is joking. I am the son-in-law of the Song family in Xiaoshi Village. If you do something bad, you deserve to be beaten and scolded."
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Song Dekui and Song Zhenping had to sigh at the thick skin of this old face: "Old hero!"
To be honest, Song Zhenping's hatred for Mr. Xue is not as much as that of Mrs. Gu.
People are selling people for money, it's just a business.
The only people to blame are those cruel people in my own family.
Moreover, Song Liyun did not marry Mr. Xue, so Song Zhenping's hatred was not that deep. She just felt sick when she saw Mr. Xue.
Song Zhenping stopped talking to Mr. Xue, and without even replying to Song Dekui, he turned around and entered Song Lizheng's yard.
Mr. Xue said "Hey" and wanted to chase after him. He came to Xiaoshi Village just for Song Zhenping, so he couldn't miss it. But as soon as he moved, he was stopped by Ali who had been standing silently beside him: "Stop, everyone else is waiting."
Enter!"
Only then did Mr. Xue notice Ali and others, and he hurriedly bowed and stuffed red envelopes.
The faces of Ali and the others softened slightly, and the red envelope fell into their arms.
The young lady said that as long as she can protect the young master and the eldest lady, she will accept money from anyone.
Half a day passed quickly before Mr. Xue came out of Xiaoshi Village.
The carriage he was riding in drove very quickly, and instead of returning to the town, he ran through the wasteland full of graves and towards the foot of the mountain, and did not stop until it was completely dark.
Mr. Xue had a gloomy face, kicked Song Shuirong out of the carriage who was hiding her face and crying, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xue Wen, Xue Wu, you two drag this lost star back to his old house. I will never do it from now on."
Don’t want to see her.”
Song Shuirong's face was now as swollen as if she were holding an egg in her mouth, her bun was messy, and her silk jacket was wrinkled and dirty.
As soon as she rolled to the ground, regardless of the pain, she knelt on the ground and cried to the carriage: "Master, I will never dare again, I won't dare anymore, can I go and apologize to the eldest son?"
Mr. Xue stuck his head out and looked at her coldly: "You still have a chance to speak, do you know? You have already hurt me!"
Song Shuirong rushed over and hugged the car and begged: "Master, I am your woman, and I do it for your own good. I thought that if I could return to the Song family, I would definitely put in a good word for you.
It’s that lame man... Mr. Song doesn’t know what’s good and what’s good, it’s him..."