Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Old lady Zhang outside the door had indeed fallen. She kept cursing and hitting the door with her crutch. When she saw that no one in the room responded to her, she became even angrier.

There was an iron ring on each of the two doors of the Song family's courtyard, which were locked together with a padlock. When he was knocking on the door, he accidentally got his walking stick stuck in the iron ring. Old Mrs. Zhang's eyesight was not good, so she didn't see that the walking stick was stuck. She tried to retract the walking stick but failed, and she fell down in a flash.

He fell face forward on the door lock again, breaking half of his front teeth.

The brother and sister quietly came to the yard, stood on both sides of the gate, leaned their heads towards the middle, and looked through the crack in the door.

I saw Old Mrs. Zhang struggling to get up, supporting herself with one hand on her leg and trying to take the crutch off the iron ring with the other hand.

Suddenly, six eyes met.

The old lady was covered in dust and started to curse, "You two bastards, you didn't open the door for me and you're still standing here laughing at me! Don't you know how to help me up?"

Song Shuangshuang subconsciously took a step back, fearing that Mrs. Zhang's saliva would spray onto her face through the crack of the door. Then she said, "We can't get out from inside, the door is locked."

Old Lady Zhang finally pulled the cane down and tried to push it through the crack of the door to hit the siblings. "Then can't you open the door? You little bitch! Do you think I, your grandma, am?"

Song Shuangshuang had long guessed that Old Lady Zhang would do this, so she pulled Song Youlin behind her and said, "Grandma, why don't you come in and tell me."

"There's no way I'm going to get in. The door is locked!" Old Mrs. Zhang swung her sword a few times but didn't hit anyone, but she was exhausted.

Song Shuangshuang rolled her eyes, thinking, this old lady is old, and her brain is not good? She knows that the door is locked and she can't get in, but she is still showing off. She would have to be crazy to go out and open the door for her.

He pulled Song Youlin over and whispered in his ear, "Go inside and stay here." Calculating the time, the factory should be closing by now, and everyone was probably heading back.

Song Youlin disagreed, "What will you do if I go into the room?" His grandmother disliked his sister the most, what would he do if she beat him again?

"Are you stupid? She can't come in. Go into the house quickly and come out after seeing the situation." This affected her performance.

Song Youlin subconsciously felt that he should listen to his sister and went into the house obediently.

When Mrs. Zhang saw that the boy didn't care about him, she became even angrier. "Song Youlin, you little bastard, you even came into the house! Do you two want to piss me off to death?"

Song Shuangshuang was sure that Song Youlin had entered the house, and she approached the door step by step, whispering, "Don't be angry, old lady. If you keep getting angry, you'll make your eyes crooked and your mouth crooked, and you won't be able to take care of yourself." Since she had taken over the original owner's body, she had to help her get revenge. Although she couldn't let the old lady pay with her life, she had to let her suffer.

"You! What did you say to me!?" Old Mrs. Zhang thought she was hallucinating, and the walking stick in her hand was shaking with anger. This girl usually kept silent, but today she dared to speak and make her angry!

"I'm talking to you, you! damn! old! wife!" Song Shuangshuang deliberately dragged out her voice.

Old Mrs. Zhang, who was always domineering, wanted to raise her walking stick to hit someone, but she was unexpectedly grabbed by Song Shuangshuang and pulled back hard.

How could old lady Zhang, who had weak legs and no cane to support her body, pull Song Shuangshuang away? Her right hand was still tightly holding the cane, and she was pulled by Song Shuangshuang and her body was hit against the door. She felt dizzy and dazed in a few seconds.

At this time, Song Shuangshuang vaguely heard the sound of a car bell, and guessed that the workers in the factory were getting off work. Her eyes rolled and she fell down, covering her head with one hand.

Song Youlin, who was peeking in the room, could not see the whole picture. He only saw his sister fall. He thought his sister was beaten again, so he pushed the door open and ran out to pick up Song Shuangshuang. He was still shouting, "Sister! Sister, are you okay?"

It happened that Song Sanqiu, his wife and his eldest son came back from get off work. When they entered the alley, they saw someone standing in front of their door. It looked like Old Lady Zhang. The whole family's face changed and they ran home quickly.

When I arrived at the door of her house, I saw Old Mrs. Zhang pressed against the door, with her walking stick reaching in through the crack.

Song Sanqiu's face darkened. "What are you doing in my house?"

The old lady was still dizzy and didn't hear what Song Sanqiu said at all. But Song Youlin in the room recognized his father's voice and shouted, "Dad, come in quickly, my sister was beaten again!"

Song Shuangshuang frowned at Song Youlin's shouting, which made Song Youlin think that his sister was in even more pain, so he shouted again, "Hurry up, my sister is in great pain."

Song's mother was shocked when she heard this and quickly took out her key. But Song Youhui was quicker to react and walked to the front door, pulled Mrs. Zhang aside, and took out the key to unlock the door.

When Song Shuangshuang heard the sound of the lock being unlocked, she pinched her thigh with her other hand and tears instantly filled her eyes. When the three members of the Song family opened the door, they saw this scene: the youngest son, with gauze wrapped around his head, was holding his daughter, who also had gauze wrapped around her head, in his arms; the daughter was lying on the ground with her head covered, tears of pain coming down.

Song's mother ran in and knelt beside her little girl. Song Youhui turned around with a dark face and yelled at Old Lady Zhang, "What else do you want to do? Do you have to beat my brother and sister to death?"

The neighbors who had just got off work heard Song Youhui’s roar and rushed to the Song family. Has something happened to the Song family again?

Song Dachun and his wife and Song Yaozu remembered that Mrs. Zhang said she would come to Song Sanqiu's house tonight to ask for work, so they also came to the Song family. They were worried that Mrs. Zhang could not handle the job alone, so they came to help.

When the father and his two sons arrived at the Song family's house, the door of the Song family had been surrounded by the neighbors. The three of them were delighted. "So many people came to watch the fun. It seems that we are going to get it?" Song Yaozu walked in front and pushed aside the crowd of onlookers. "Make way, let me in, I want to find my grandma."

The neighbors who were watching turned around and saw that it was Song Yaozu, and showed a look of disdain. They had been listening for a while, including the reason why the Song siblings were beaten a few days ago, so they naturally looked down on Song Yaozu.

In order to avoid going to the countryside, the old lady who came to ask for work beat her two children. She even secretly signed up Shuangshuang to go to the countryside, and today she was beaten again. How could a human being do this?

Song's mother, who was standing in the yard, had red eyes. "Mom! How many things have you and my eldest brother's family looted from my house over the years, and how many things have you stolen from our neighbors? When the children were young, you wanted to snatch their food and new clothes. Now you even want to snatch Shuang's job. You are so partial!" She didn't want to care about the things in the past, but she couldn't ignore the children's affairs.

Mrs. Zhang was also standing at the door of the Song family with a cane at this time, and she cursed back, "What's wrong with asking for your job! You, the third brother and his wife, and the eldest son are all formal employees of the steel plant. Isn't it normal for us to take things from your family if we earn a lot? Dachun is the only formal employee in the family, and Guangzong is a temporary worker. What's wrong with me asking for a formal job for Yaozu? Why does a girl like Song Shuangshuang need a formal job? It's just a bargain for other families after getting a basic foundation, and it's just right for our Yaozu! If that girl is capable, she can go and take another exam!"

Song Yaozu also squeezed in at this time, walked behind the old lady and responded with a matter-of-fact look on his face, "That's right! Why does a little girl need to work? I am a man of the Song family!"

Song Youhui was so angry that he almost laughed, and said, "A man from the Song family? You have to tell me clearly which Song family you are from! What does the man from your family have to do with my family? Why do you want my sister's job!" If Song's mother hadn't held him back, he would have rushed up to hit him.

"You uneducated thing! You have no right to interrupt!" Old Mrs. Zhang knocked the ground hard with her walking stick.

Song Youhui didn't bother to pay attention to her, and didn't even look at Old Lady Zhang. He no longer considered her his grandmother.

Seeing that Song Youhui ignored her, Old Lady Zhang turned her attention to Song's father and said, "Third brother! You tell me! Do you agree to give your girl's job to Yaozu?" She was sure that Song's father would not refuse the offer of food and accommodation.

Father Song looked at his mother in front of him and said firmly, "I don't agree!"

Old Mrs. Zhang thought that Father Song was just like before, "If you agree, then...what did you say!?" She was halfway through her words when she realized what was going on and her face darkened instantly. "Say it again!"

"I don't agree to give the job to Song Yaozu!!" The veins on Song's father's neck were bulging and he almost shouted.

Song Dachun took a step forward and said, "Old Third, how can you talk to Mom like that?"

"That's right, you don't even take my grandma seriously! How unfilial!" Song Yaozu was still fanning the flames.

Hearing that he was 'unfilial', Song's father choked up and said, "I am unfilial? I am unfilial!!" Song's father punched the gate and said, "If I were unfilial, would I give our mother 20 yuan every month? If I were unfilial, would I let our mother bring your whole family to my house every month to eat and take things? Would I compensate you for the things you stole? Would I let the children be bullied for so many years?"

Song Dachun and Old Lady Zhang were so frightened by his father's reaction that they took a few steps back. Song Dachun still insisted, "That's what you should do! You earn so much money, so you should respect our mother more!" He didn't mention his own family affairs at all.

"Yes, I should respect my mother, but why should I manage your family? You are not the kind of bully. You repeatedly beat people up in order to steal my daughter's job! You even signed her up to go to the countryside!" Song's father stared at Song Dachun. He knew that the idea of ​​signing her up must have come from his eldest brother.

The neighbors who were watching whispered, "That's right, how can a younger brother take care of his older brother's family?"

"Every time they come to the Song family, they always take something away. We all have had things stolen from us."

"That's right. Besides, the children have been bullied by Song Guangzong and Song Yaozu since they were young. Old Madam Zhang even took action several times."

Seeing that Song's father was not giving up, Mrs. Zhang was afraid that he would hurt the eldest brother again, so she pulled Song Dachun behind her, squinted her eyes and stared at Song's father and said, "Third brother, don't forget your father!"

When Song's father heard his mother mention his father, he suddenly became deflated.

Song Dachun felt somewhat proud. His brother had tried to resist over the years, but every time his mother mentioned their father, he would compromise.

Seeing his father fall silent again, Song Youhui was furious. "What happened to my grandfather? Did my father do anything to let him down? That he was bullied by you for so many years?"

Old Mrs. Zhang continued to stare at Song Sanqiu. "Old Sanqiu, are you planning to give up your job, or..." She was interrupted by Song's father halfway through her words.

"Or what? I want everyone to know that my father died because of me, so I have to atone for this sin for the rest of my life! I want you to bully me for the rest of my life! Even my wife and children will suffer because of me for the rest of their lives!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar.