Last time outside the academy, Song Tuanyuan called the soles of his shoes, but he didn't even react. Now that he had been hit by the soles of his shoes a few more times, his face turned red all of a sudden.
The soles of the shoes didn't hurt when they hit me, but they were full of humiliation.
He is a scholar, a disciple of the emperor, and he does not have to kneel to Master Qingtian when he goes to court, but now he is being scolded by his mother. If this spreads out, where will his face go?
Song Tuanyuan just wants to call Song Fuxin the sole of his shoes.
Over the years, Song Fujin has been praised too highly by the Song family. Song Xiucai only saw Song Fujin's talent in reading. The original owner only wanted to enjoy happiness with Song Fujin in the future. Song Fujin had occupied all the resources of the Song family since he was a child. He would rather sell his daughter to Song Fujin.
Giving way to studying, but even so, when Song Fuxin finally followed King Liang to rebel, did he have any members of the Song family in his heart? If he had, he would not have taken that road!
Song Tuanyuan knew that it was too late to fight now, but it was better than doing nothing. If because of this, Song Fuxin broke away from the Song family, that would be great, so as not to be implicated in the future!
Song Fuxin was leaning against the sole of his shoe. Although he was angry, he did not dare to resist.
In terms of words, Song Fujin could talk back a few words, but he would not dare to take action.
He raised his eyes and looked at Song Tuanyuan, his eyes suddenly turned red, "Mom, are you going to hit me?"
"Aren't you going to beat me too? I just want you to do it, but I can't?" Song Tuanyuan put away the soles of her shoes and said bitterly.
Song Fujin's body was trembling slightly, full of grievances: "Mom, Fu Chuan came into my room and messed up my books. Those are the books my father left for me..."
"I let him live in the room. As for the books, let me ask you, are they broken?" Song Tuanyuan asked.
Song Fujin was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
Song Fuchuan cherished these books very much and even opened them all to dry under the window.
"Since it's not broken or disabled, let's see what happened to Song Fujian?" Song Tuanyuan asked in a deep voice.
Song Fuxin hesitated for a moment: "What's the use of him reading it? Isn't he even unable to pass the Tongsheng examination?"
Song Tuanyuan resisted the urge to scream again and said in a deep voice: "If you can't pass the Tongsheng test, can't you read? I told you last time that studying is not only for getting fame, but also for you to understand in the future.
More truth to make the right choice when facing temptation!"
Song Tuanyuan spoke slowly and gradually calmed down. She put on her shoes and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will live with me. There is not much room in the house. How can I let you live in a single room by yourself?"
Song Fujin was startled: "Mom, I have lived by myself since I was five years old, because I want to study, and living with others will delay my studies!"
"How many times do you want me to say this? If you don't take your family into your heart, you don't have to read this book!" Song Tuanyuan said in a deep voice.
Song Fujin hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to agree.
Anyway, he wouldn't live long, so he didn't believe that his mother really didn't let him go to school. After all, he was the hope of the Song family.
In the evening, Song Shuangxi made white flour steamed buns.
Song Tuanyuan gave Wang Yulan, Xiaoxiao and Song Shuangxi a white-flour steamed bun each.
Song Fuxin sat down, reached for the white flour steamed bun and started eating it.
Song Tuanyuan glanced at him and said: "We don't have much white flour at home. Your sister-in-law has to nurse the baby. Xiaoxiao and Shuangxi are too thin. I'll leave the white flour steamed buns to them. You can just eat some sweet potatoes!"
As soon as Song Tuanyuan said these words, the three children were stunned.
Song Fujin has never eaten sweet potatoes since he was a child!
Growing up, even if the original owner didn't eat it, he would keep some small portions for Song Fujin.
Song Fujin pursed his lips, put down the white-flour buns, picked up the sweet potatoes and took a bite, choking and rolling his eyes.
Song Fugui quickly brought the wild vegetable porridge in a white porcelain bowl to Song Fujin to drink.
"Why is this sweet potato so unpalatable?" Song Fujin threw the sweet potato aside.
Song Tuanyuan shouted in a deep voice: "Pick it up!"
Song Fuxin puffed up his lips and said angrily: "Mother, I don't want to eat!"
Song Fujin got up and went into the back room.
Song Fugui was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice: "Mom, the second child has never eaten whole grains. It's normal to be unable to swallow. Eat it with a smile and give the white flour steamed buns to the second child!"
Xiaoxiao nodded, and quickly gave the white-flour steamed bun in his hand to Song Fugui: "Dad, give it to the second uncle, Xiaoxiao just eat sweet potatoes!"
Song Tuanyuan shouted in a deep voice: "No!"
Song Fugui quickly retracted the hand that was holding the white-flour buns.
"He is such an adult, what's wrong with eating sweet potatoes?" Song Tuanyuan said in a deep voice.
It was because the Song family helped Song Fuxin with everything that they spoiled him. He lied about Shu Jin and Mr. Lu. He did not cherish his family and was selfish.
"Tomorrow I will take Fu Chuan to the town to sell medicine. Do you still remember the hilltop where we collected medicine?" Song Tuanyuan asked Song Fugui.
Song Fugui nodded.
"Call Lao Er and ask him to help pick the medicine!" Song Tuanyuan said loudly and deliberately.
Song Fugui was stunned and whispered: "Mom, my second son has never been up a mountain before. Stop falling! He is a scholar and can't do that kind of work!"
"He is eating from the Song family and using the Song family's money, so why can't he work? He has been studying for a few days!" Song Tuanyuan continued.
Seeing that Song Tuanyuan was determined, Song Fugui had no choice but to comply.
Song Fuchuan lowered his head and gnawed sweet potatoes without saying a word. When he occasionally raised his eyes to look at Song Tuanyuan, his eyes were full of suspicion.
At night, Song Fujian lingered for a long time before going back to his room to rest.
Song Fuxin had already thrown Song Fuchuan's quilt on the ground, and used the new quilt Song Tuanyuan had just bought with peace of mind.
Song Fujian spread the straw mat on the ground, pulled off his tattered quilt and lay down.
"Don't be complacent, because my mother is still angry about what happened in front of the tofu shop. When she calms down, she will naturally love me the most!" Looking at Song Fujian, Song Fujin said in a deep voice.
Song Fuchuan said nothing.
Song Fujin snorted coldly, but he felt aggrieved and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Finally he sat up and read.
He believed that as long as he passed the examination, he would still be his mother's darling.
Song Fuxin read a book in the middle of the night before going to bed very late.
Early the next morning, Song Fugui came into the house to take a look, hesitated for a moment, and was about to remove the weeds by himself, but was stopped by Song Tuanyuan.
"Where's the second child?" Song Tuanyuan asked.
"Mom, I got up last night and saw that my second son was still studying. He was studying very late. If he can't do it, don't let him go. I can do it myself!" Song Fugui said.
"No, I have to go!" Song Tuanyuan stood outside the door and called Song Fuxin in a deep voice, "Hurry up and go to the mountains with your elder brother to collect herbs, otherwise you won't be able to eat!"
Song Fujin turned around in the room and pretended not to hear.
"Song Fuxin, if you still refuse to get up, I will go in!" Song Tuanyuan shouted in a deep voice.
Song Fujin touched his shoulder. It still hurt from being shouted at yesterday, so he had to get up and walk out slowly.
"Hurry up to the mountain, boss, and you must supervise. We must collect two baskets of dendrobium today. If the second brother disobeys, we will not give him food!" Song Tuanyuan shouted in a deep voice, seeing that it was getting late, and he had to drive cattle.
Car, quickly let Song Fujian carry the load and go out.