Chapter 1001 Bullying
Song Xianhe is already five years old and started to help feed the chickens at home. Song Xianshu also wanted to help, but Song Xianhe drove him away to play. At this time, the man came back with a swaddling baby in his arms again!
"Xianhe, Xianshu, let's see what Dad brought back for you?" The man laughed.
Song Xianhe and Song Xianshu immediately ran over, seeing that there was a child in the swaddle, the two little guys were stunned.
Song Xianshu frowned and said, "Father, our family doesn't have enough food for us, and we have another younger brother, what should we do in the future?"
The man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Xianshu to have such a reaction. Song Xianhe on the side said, "Idiot, it's good to have a younger brother. My younger brother can play with you. By then, you won't be bored."
Having said that, Song Xianshu nodded quickly and clapped his hands happily.
The man was full of guilt towards Song Xianhe, he rubbed Song Xianhe's head helplessly, and went out again.
The picture is constantly changing, the man is carrying the third child on his back, holding the second child in his arms, leading the eldest child to drive the old scalper to plow the land;
The man carried two big frames with a shoulder pole, the third child in the front and the second child in the back. The eldest child 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 is gradually bending. Even though he is only thirty or forty years old, he has a wrinkled face...
When Song Xianhe was twelve years old, Song Xianshu was eleven years old, and Song Xiancheng was nine years old. The man went out to farm. On this day, the neighbor's male neighbor suddenly grabbed Song Xiancheng's collar with one hand and came to Song's house, clamoring to see Song Yuan, the father of the three of them.
Seeing this, Song Xianhe hurried up and asked, "Uncle Chang, what's the matter? What are you doing with my brother? My father has gone out to hoe the ground. Tell me what's the matter. Also, can you let go of my brother. "
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 narrowed obviously, and the anger in his eyes burst out instantly.
"Let your brother go? Hey! You little bastard is still angry? Your little bastard chased our chickens, and the old hens couldn't lay eggs. What a loss, do you know? I'll hit you Are you still angry?" The male neighbor said this, raised his hand and slapped Song Xiancheng again.
After all, Song Xiancheng was only nine years old. The slap made the corner of his mouth bloody, and he burst into tears.
Song Xianhe yelled: "Stop it! Let my brother go! Isn't it just an egg? At worst, we'll pay you!"
"Compensation? Can you poor ghosts afford to pay? I have said long ago that Song Yuan shouldn't adopt you wild wolf cubs, but he won't listen. It's all right now. Those who were dragged down by the three of you, the poor even A beggar is worse than a beggar!" the man surnamed Chang said angrily.
As soon as these words came out, Song Xianshu and Song Xiancheng were stunned, and looked at Song Xianhe at the same time, as if asking, "Brother, did we all pick them up?"
Song Xianhe looked at the eyes of his younger brothers, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, we are all father's sons."
"Nonsense?" The man surnamed Chang was about to continue, when he saw a flash of madness in the depths of Song Xianhe's originally angry eyes, as if if he dared to say more about this matter, Song Xianhe would kill him He is average!
Almost at the same time, Song Xianhe said: "Uncle Chang, people have to be responsible for their own words when they live. Some things can be said, and some things can't be said indiscriminately. You can think about it before you say it!"
While speaking, the madness in Song Xianhe's eyes became even worse.
The man surnamed Chang swallowed his saliva, snorted twice and said, "Little boy, who are you scaring?" He said solemnly and fiercely, but he still didn't dare to continue, but said, "No matter what, my chicken If you stop laying eggs, you must pay for it! I took this chicken away!"
After speaking, the man surnamed Chang immediately ran to catch the Song family's only old hen.
"Brother?!" Song Xianshu was in a hurry! The Song family is too poor, this old hen can be said to be their baby, the only one who can provide the family with some meat and see some hope! If they were captured by someone now, they would really be destitute!
Song Xianhe shook his head and refused to let him move, allowing the man surnamed Chang to 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 chicken, I will follow you!" Fight!"
Hearing this, the man surnamed Chang was taken aback. Seeing this thin child rushing out with a kitchen knife, he really wanted to laugh, but when he saw the child really rushed over with a knife, he was shocked. He had to give up chasing the old hen immediately, but shouted at Song Xianhe, the oldest: "Boss of the Song family, why don't you care about your younger brother?"
Song Xianhe said indifferently: "My brother scared your hen, and you also scared our hen. This time it's even. Uncle Chang, you should go, or my brother will go crazy. I can't stop it either."
Hearing this, the man surnamed Chang was very angry, but he looked at Song Xianshu's kitchen knife, and stomped away, but when he got out of the gate, he turned back angrily: "You three brats, wait for me! It's not over!"
"Second child, look after the third child from now on, and don't allow him to run around," Song Xian said softly.
Upon hearing this, Song Xianshu quickly put down the kitchen knife and said, "Okay, big brother."
"Brother, I didn't chase their old hen, I just looked at it from a distance. Then he grabbed me, said that I scared their chicken, and asked me to pay. If I didn't pay, he beat me, and then Here we come." Although Song Xiancheng is only nine years old, a child from a poor family has already taken charge of the family and knows a lot, so he speaks clearly.
Song Xianhe heard the words, patted Song Xiancheng on the shoulder and said: "I know, members of our Song family will not do such things, and we are not petty thieves!"
Song Xianshu also said: "That's right, people in our family would not do such a thing. It must be that the surname Chang saw that Dad was not at home, and wanted to take the opportunity to snatch our old hen. If he really wants to take it away, it may be too late." We're not coming back. And we're going to get 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 young and too thin to beat him. From now on, I want to eat more and grow stronger. Whoever hits me will hit him!"
Song Xianhe looked at the two brothers, sighed, and didn't say anything, but there was still some worry deep in his eyes. Their home has been targeted, and he has a feeling this is just the beginning.
In the evening, Song Yuan came back, exhausted after a day of farm work. Song Xianhe brought water to Song Yuan, Song Xianshu was cooking, and Song Xiancheng was burning firewood.
Seeing this, Song Yuan smiled very satisfied, it was worth a tiring day.