Song Xianhe was five years old and started to help the family feed the chickens. Song Xianshu also wanted to help, but Song Xianhe pushed him aside to play. At this time, the man came back, holding a baby in his arms!
"Xianhe, Xianshu, look what dad brought you." The man smiled.
Song Xianhe and Song Xianshu ran over immediately. When they saw a little child inside the swaddling clothes, the two little guys were stunned.
Song Xianshu frowned and said, "Dad, our family doesn't even have enough food for me to eat. We have another younger brother. What will we do in the future?"
The man was stunned. He didn't expect Song Xianshuhui's reaction. Song Xianhe beside him said: "Idiot, it's good to have a younger brother. My younger brother can play with you. Then you won't be bored anymore."
After saying this, Song Xianshu nodded quickly and clapped his hands happily.
The man was full of guilt for Song Xianhe, so he rubbed Song Xianhe's head helplessly and went out again.
The scene changes constantly, with the man carrying the third child on his back, holding the second child in his arms, and driving the old ox to plow the land with the eldest brother;
The man used a pole to carry two large frames, with the third child in front and the second child behind. The eldest brother helped drag a hoe, and the family went up the mountain.
The children are growing up, but the man's body is obviously getting worse day by day, and the originally straight body has gradually begun to bend. He is obviously only thirty or forty years old, but he has a face full of wrinkles...
When Song Xianhe was twelve years old, Song Xianshu was eleven years old, and Song Xiancheng was nine years old, the men went out to farm. On this day, a male neighbor suddenly grabbed Song Xiancheng's collar with one hand, came to the Song family, and yelled for him.
Meet Song Yuan, the father of the three of them.
Seeing this, Song Xianhe hurried up and asked: "Uncle Chang, what's wrong? Why are you holding my brother? My father has gone out to hoe the fields. If you have anything to do, tell me. Also, can you put my brother down?"
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While talking, Song Xianhe saw that Song Xiancheng's face was swollen and there was a red slap mark on it!
Song Xianhe's eyes visibly narrowed, and the anger in his eyes instantly emerged.
"Let your brother go? Hey! You little brat are still angry? This brat of yours chases our chickens and makes the old hens stop laying eggs. Do you know what a loss this is? I'll give him a slap on you
Are you still angry?" When the male neighbor said this, he raised his hand and slapped Song Xiancheng again.
After all, Song Xiancheng was only nine years old. This slap made the corners of his mouth bleed, and he burst into tears.
Song Xianhe shouted: "Stop! Let my brother go! Isn't it just an egg? At worst, we will pay you for it!"
"Compensate? Can you poor people afford it? I have long said that Song Yuan should not adopt you wild wolf cubs, but he didn't listen. Now it's better. The poor company was dragged down by the three of you."
Not as good as a beggar!" the man surnamed Chang said angrily.
As soon as these words came out, Song Xianshu and Song Xiancheng were stunned. They looked at Song Xianhe at the same time, as if asking: "Brother, we all picked them up?"
Song Xianhe looked at the eyes of his brothers, his heart trembled, and he quickly said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, we are all father's biological sons."
"Nonsense?" The man surnamed Chang was about to continue, when he saw a flash of madness in Song Xianhe's originally angry eyes, as if if he dared to say one more word about this matter, Song Xianhe would bite him to death.
He is average!
Almost at the same time, Song Xianhe said: "Uncle Chang, when you are alive, you must be responsible for your own words. Some things can be said, and some things cannot be said randomly. You should think about it before you say it!"
As he spoke, Song Xianhe's eyes became even more crazy.
The man surnamed Chang swallowed, hummed twice and said: "Little boy, who are you scaring?" He said fiercely, but he still did not dare to continue, but said: "No matter what, my chickens
If you don’t lay eggs anymore, you have to pay for it! I took this chicken away!”
After saying that, the man named Chang immediately ran to catch the only old hen in the Song family.
"Brother?!" Song Xianshu was anxious! The Song family is so poor, this old hen can be said to be their treasure, the only treasure that can provide the family with some meat and some hope! If someone takes it away now, then
They are really in ruins!
Song Xianhe shook his head and refused to let him move, letting the man named Chang catch the chicken.
Because he wanted to catch chickens, the man surnamed Chang put Song Xiancheng down. Seeing this, Song Xianshu suddenly turned around and rushed into the house. After a while, he rushed out with a kitchen knife and shouted: "If you dare to catch my chickens, I will follow you."
Fight!"
Hearing this, the man surnamed Chang was startled. Looking at the thin child rushing out with a kitchen knife, he wanted to laugh at him, but when he saw the child really rushing over with a knife, he was frightened.
He immediately gave up chasing the old hen and shouted to the eldest Song Xianhe: "Boss of the Song family, you don't care if your brother is like this?"
Song Xianhe said calmly: "My brother scared your hens, and you scared our hens. This time it's even. Uncle Chang, you should go, otherwise my brother will go crazy.
I can't stop it either."
Hearing this, the man surnamed Chang was very angry, but after looking at Song Xianshu's kitchen knife, he stomped away. However, after walking out of the door, he turned back angrily and said: "You three brats, just wait for me! This
It’s not over yet!”
"Second brother, keep an eye on the third child from now on and don't allow him to run around." Song Xianhe said.
When Song Xianshu heard this, he quickly put down his kitchen knife and said, "Okay, brother."
"Brother, I didn't chase their old hens, I just watched them from a distance. Then he grabbed me and said that I scared their chickens, and asked me to compensate. If I didn't compensate, he would beat me, and then
Here we come." Although Song Xiancheng is only nine years old, he is a child from a poor family who has long been a master and knows a lot, so he speaks clearly and clearly.
Hearing this, Song Xianhe patted Song Xiancheng on the shoulder and said, "I know that we in the Song family will not do such things, and we are not petty thefts!"
Song Xianshu also said: "Yes, people in our family would not do such a thing. It must be the man named Chang who saw that his father was not at home and wanted to take the opportunity to snatch our old hen. If he really wanted to take it away, it would probably be too late."
We will never come back. And we will have a bad reputation as a bad boy."
Song Xiancheng lowered his head, clenched his fists and said, "It's all my fault. I'm too small and too thin, so I can't beat him. In the future, I want to eat more, and I want to grow strong. I'll hit whoever hits me!"
Song Xianhe looked at the two brothers, sighed, and said nothing, but there was still some worry deep in his eyes. Their family had been targeted, and he had a feeling that this was just the beginning.
In the evening, Song Yuan came back. He was exhausted after a day of farm work. Song Xianhe brought water to Song Yuan, Song Xianshu was cooking, and Song Xiancheng was burning firewood.
Song Yuan saw this and smiled with great satisfaction. It was worth a tiring day.