The more I think about Shopkeeper Shen, the more it makes sense. His son is the youngest, only eight years old this year, and there is absolutely no way he can study. He wants to turn over the table even if he sits down.

He has never thought about martial arts before, but now that it is mentioned, he can think about it carefully. He does not expect his children to be successful in martial arts in the future. At least they have the ability. Walking the dog and climbing the wall at home every day is a headache. Apart from him in the family , no one wants to care.

Song Heng saw that Shopkeeper Shen really listened, so he didn't say anything more, got up and left with his two sons.

Boss Song was careful and handed the paper bag to his younger brother, turned around and took the almost cold Tang Pozi, and asked shopkeeper Shen for a pot of freshly boiled hot water.

Seeing how attentive and filial Song Mingxiao was, Shopkeeper Shen praised him repeatedly, with envy on his face.

Song Heng took the soup that had been warmed up again after changing the water and smiled slightly, it seemed that it was useful.

It stands to reason that he would not be bribed so easily. When he was in a high position, the servants around him were more careful and considerate than Boss Song, but the service of the servants and the service of a son like Boss Song gave him a completely different feeling.

His servants are nothing more than tools to him, they can be killed, snatched, replaced and wiped out at any time. Naturally, they only have fear of him, and no matter how attentive they are, they are cautious and panic-stricken.

But a son is different from his father. There is warmth, concern and true feelings in this kind of service.

He thought, maybe this is family love, an emotion he once longed for but couldn't get.

Looking at Song Mingxiao who was supporting him, Song Heng suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with raising a son for someone else.

Song Mingzhi's eyes flashed, and he looked at the backs of his father and eldest brother and pondered for a moment. The eldest brother's filial piety had changed, and he was actually as considerate as dust and took the initiative to be harmonious. It was no longer the rigid and rigid filial piety.

Sure enough, the eldest brother is not a dull person, he was just taught to be like that by his rigid father. If...

"Still not keeping up." Song Heng held Mrs. Tang in his arms and turned to look at Song Mingzhi. His face changed instantly, and the smile that had not been raised at the corners of his lips disappeared.

Song Mingzhi looked at his father who had changed his face, and his heart was filled with confusion. This father really had a problem with him. He had fallen out of favor.

Song Heng snorted and left.

Song Mingxiao didn't dare to say anything, so he winked at his younger brother and quickly followed him.

The young man behind him sighed silently, then picked up the paper bag and the burden, and trotted after him.

Shopkeeper Shen looked at the father and son walking away, and touched the back of his head in confusion. Aren't the four sons of the Song family the most beloved? Did he remember it wrong?

After helping his father into the car and carrying his younger brother, Song took out the small basket in the car and fed Dahei radishes. The radishes were crunchy and crunchy, and Dahei chewed them very vigorously, making a clicking sound.

In the carriage, Song Heng was dissatisfied with his annoying little son. He wanted to send the boy back to the Xu family, but in the end he stretched out his hand and said, "Paper."

Song Mingzhi took out the paper with grievance and said, "Dad, I came in second in the final exam."

Song Heng rolled his eyes at him, "You are a top scholar competing with a group of kids for second place, why do you want me to praise you?"

Song Mingzhi has a heart attack. Forget it, he can't get any favor from his father, but why do you keep looking at me? Did I get second place in the exam? You always don't want me to be in the limelight?

After some internal discussion, Song Mingzhi did not dare to say anything. The resourcefulness he was once proud of was nothing more than childish play in front of this father. The most powerless thing was that he could not catch the opponent, let alone see through the other party. thought.

He had only encountered this feeling in those old foxes...

Of course, he knew this man's weakness, but to him, it was also his weakness, and the situation had no solution.

This father is still his father after all... Yes, Song Mingzhi and Song Heng had already had a showdown, on the day Brother Zong entered the family tree.

Who is Song Heng? He is not willing to waste energy on a reborn, cheap son, let alone a mentally retarded son. So after observing clearly, he opened the door directly, just to make Song Mingzhi honest.

As for whether Song Mingzhi will rebel, he is not worried at all. The Song family is in the palm of his hand, how can he be afraid of a mentally retarded person?

Song Mingzhi was indeed shocked and thought about it at the time, but after discovering the changes in his brothers and sisters and the birth of Brother Zong, he could only put all his thoughts away.

He didn't dare to make any changes, let alone have any thoughts.

His parents have changed, but they are still his parents. Even if it is just his body, he must protect him. What's more, these parents have not done anything bad, but the family has been changing for the better because of their existence.

If his parents hadn't left the village with the whole family, he wouldn't have dared to think about the consequences... Even if they weren't his parents, they were still benefactors.

"Go home and be filial to your mother." Song Heng glanced at it twice and stuffed the paper back. Reading the paper was just a formality, and he wouldn't have read it if he hadn't had this habit.

Song Mingzhi put away the paper and nodded seriously, "Yes, Dad."

After all, he is the body of his biological father, and he calls out "Dad". As for filial piety...he will be filial, as long as they are really not evil ghosts.

Although Song Mingzhi was reborn, he could not accept the matter of his parents' bodies being replaced with souls. If he were not too young to act now and could not catch Song Heng, he would definitely ask a Taoist monk to do it.

Thinking of this, Song Mingzhi couldn't help but think of Jinguang Temple... He still needed to wait. He had waited for ten years in his previous life, so what did it matter.

Song Heng glanced at the young boy across from him, the corners of his lips slightly raised in a mocking tone, idiot. He knew what Song Mingzhi was thinking without even thinking about it. How could he let Song Mingzhi know if he wasn't completely sure?

He had thought about it when he first became Song Heng. He changed his body just after death. No matter who he was, he would think of resurrecting the soul through the corpse.

He has tried Taoism and Buddhism. He has been to the only temples and Taoist temples nearby, and he has also participated in several rituals. Nothing happened.

Casting a disgusted look at Song Mingzhi, Song Heng closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he got back, he would communicate with his wife. This brat should never get close to her in the future!

Thinking that Pei Yu would definitely keep distance from Song Mingzhi after finding out, Song Heng felt much happier.

After Mr. Song finished feeding the radishes, he watched his father close his eyes and take a rest. He immediately sat down carefully and drove lightly. Dahei snorted and stepped up with his hooves. He had just eaten a meal and was in a good mood.

When the mule cart arrived at Song's house, it happened to be lunch time.

Seeing that the person was back, Wang quickly went to the kitchen to stir-fry the vegetables.

The rice and soup are ready and are being heated in the pot, but the radishes and meat have not yet been fried. There are no vegetables in winter, so we eat radishes and winter vegetables instead. The most common items on the table are pickles and dried tofu.

Song Mingzhi wanted to see Brother Zong as soon as he entered the house. Fortunately, he still had sense, so he turned around and went to the main house to pay his respects to Pei Yu.

Looking at the boy he hadn't seen for many days, Pei Yu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that today was his youngest son's day off.

Pei Yu got up late in the winter. Although the second brother mentioned that Song Heng was out when he was getting her hot water, he did not mention that Song Heng went to town to hand in a book. Pei Yu did not think about it at all.

Fortunately, the housework is now taken care of by Mrs. Wu. Otherwise, when Song Mingzhi comes back for his first meal, there may not be any food for him in the pot.

Nowadays, the food for the big house is only ten days' worth, and the money for buying vegetables is also given to Pei Yu for ten days. He has completely become a hands-off shopkeeper.

"My dear son, it's good to be back. How is it in private school? How are you getting along with your classmates? Do you have enough winter clothes? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Pei Yu took the boy and looked around and found that the child had grown taller.

One thing, it's good to be young, you can grow up without seeing someone for a few months.

Song Mingzhi pulled the corner of his clothes a little uncomfortably. This person was not his own mother, but she was using her mother's body.

When Pei Yu saw him looking at her, she thought there was something wrong with her son's health. She raised her hand and looked around carefully, but found nothing wrong.

The clothes fit well and shouldn't freeze. When buying cotton-padded clothes, she always buys bigger ones, so they won't be too short even if they jump up.

"My son is not feeling uncomfortable, it's just that he hasn't seen his mother for a long time." Song Mingzhi stopped his thoughts and smiled very naturally.

This mother is sincere in her concern for him and is not putting on a show.

His mother seems to be very simple-minded...

Pei Yu laughed when he heard this, "Silly boy, oh, you live in a private school every day and don't live at home. It's really hard on you. Don't worry, when your father is admitted as a scholar, mother will take you back and study at home from now on."

Pei Yu's words were not comfort, she really thought so. She had always felt that Song Mingzhi was too miserable. Now that he was reborn, he didn't need the guidance of a master, so why go to a private school?

Even if he needs to be taught, with Song Heng here, it is no better than staying at home and having family ties to heal him.

Song Mingzhi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and when he was about to feel happy, Song Heng said with a cold face: "Studying hard in the cold window is inevitable for ten or twenty years. If you can't bear this little hardship, how can you talk about the future?

He is surrounded by blessings and does not know how to be blessed. Since he has worshiped Mr. Xu as his master, there is no reason to go home and study. If people find out about it, they will think that we are not dissatisfied with Mr. Xu."

Song Mingzhi's face fell, and he looked at Pei Yu pitifully. Although the bastard father was right, he was going to file a lawsuit!

Pei Yu glanced at Song Heng and patted his youngest son on the shoulder: "Don't worry about your father. Go back to the house and rest first. Your second brother is burning the kang for you. It will definitely be hot by now."

Song Mingzhi knew that his complaint was successful, so he immediately responded obediently and left. He had heard that the bastard father did not dare to resist and get angry when his cheap mother squeezed his waist.

It just so happens that a gentleman's revenge cannot be delayed even for a day!

Seeing that the door was closed, Pei Yu looked at Song Heng strangely and said softly: "Didn't we agree that we should raise the children of the Song family as our own? Why do you always target the fourth child?"

Seeing his innocent wife helpless, Song Heng hugged her tightly and held her little hands firmly, "I have a showdown with him."

Pei Yu was stunned for a moment, watching Song Heng's eyes widen, and subconsciously raised his palms.

Song Heng clenched the palm of his hand tightly, fearing that the little hand would escape, and then quickly explained in a cowardly manner: "Madam, please don't be angry, my husband will not let him jump up and down, and he will definitely not give him a chance to rebel!"

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Pei Yu snorted and gritted his teeth in anger. He was a reborn male partner! He was still a powerful minister, so he was just looking for trouble!

Isn't it good to play the role of someone else's father and mother? If you really cover it up, it won't be too difficult if you are really discovered in the future. After all, relationships come from getting along.

But if we expose it now, isn’t this blocking the road?!

Song Heng knew Pei Yu's plan, but he also had his own considerations: "Madam, he doesn't know as much as we do. He only knows that we are not a couple from the Song family, and he only thinks that we are lonely ghosts."

Lonely ghost?! Gan!

Pei Yu suddenly felt bad, this is even worse!

"Don't worry, Buddhism and Taoism are of no use to us, and with the Song family here, he won't dare to do anything. Naturally, I have considered a showdown with him."

Pei Yu glared at him, calmed down and ignored his anger, "You'd better keep an eye on him."

Song Heng immediately promised: "Okay, my husband will not let him have the opportunity to cause trouble."

"Why should you tell him?" Pei Yu felt that Song Heng could not do useless things, but she really couldn't think of any benefits in this matter.

No matter how you think about it, it's better to hide it? Time travel is inherently strange. No one can say whether Buddhism and Taoism are useful. What will happen if Song Mingzhi catches him in the future?

Song Heng looked at her with calm eyes and asked slowly: "What kind of person do you think he is?"

Pei Yu frowned: "Lack of love, longing for family affection."
To be continued...