After being reborn, he was favored by the god of war husband [Farming]

Songjia Village is a small village near the col in the west of Quanshui Town.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the village is relatively closed. There are sixty or seventy families living there. The number of people is small. Those with a little bit of ability left the village early to develop, leaving some old, weak, sick, and mediocre people who do nothing.

Song Jiang hates coming back here. Every time he walks into the mountains and looks at the surrounding villages at the foot of the mountain, he feels depressed.

His father was an alcoholic who killed his mother when he was three years old.

And his father died of alcohol poisoning on a snowy day when he was six years old because of excessive drinking.

From then on, Song Jiang became an orphan without father or mother, and lived in a thatched hut with his grandfather who made a living by hunting for five years.

After grandpa left, the thatched hut also collapsed, and he left the village to venture out. It has been ten years now.

If it is said that it is supporting him to come back every year, it is either the real brother, or the few barren graves behind the house.

The reason why we say barren graves is that the grass grows taller than a person, and even the head of the grave cannot be distinguished.

Song Jiang came back with two younger brothers: "Brother, can you tell which grave belongs to your family? I remember you lost your position the year before last?"

It's funny to say that when Song Jiang came back to worship at the end of the year before last, he made a mistake on the grave and burned a lot of paper money in front of someone else's grave...

The two younger brothers worked hard, and both of them were much more accurate than their leader remembered the location.

The three graves here are separate, the two next to each other are the father and son, and the separate one is Song Jiang's mother whose location was changed later.

Song Jiang didn't want to pile up his mother's grave with the murderer's. Later, he dug out his mother's bones with his own hands and changed the place.

When Song Jiang came this year, his father, who still looked first, burned two piles of paper money. Song Jiang squatted in front of his father's grave: "Take this money and go to the underworld to buy wine and drink. Don't take my mother's share. You want money, son." Burn it for you."

"If you want wine, my son will pour it for you."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug and poured it down on the ground. Watching the wine stains seep down little by little, he suddenly threw an empty bottle on the grave.

The two younger brothers who were waiting at the side heard the movement and looked back. They were no strangers to it, and it happened every year.

After a while, Song Jiang came over and handed two rolls of firecrackers to the two: "Hang it higher and blow it louder. It's best for everyone in the village to hear it."

"okay!"

The two younger brothers went to do it immediately.

The series of firecrackers sounded like a series of thunderclaps. The two wanted to take it to the village and let everyone know that his boss was back.

Song Jiang went to his mother's tomb, quietly burning paper.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Xu Gao flew with the burnt black paper money. Song Jiang looked up for a while in a daze.

It is said that the higher the paper money flies, the happier the worshipers are, and Song Jiang feels better.

He wanted to say in his heart, "Mom, I like a brother, but he doesn't like me." But when the words fell to his lips, he felt delicate again and swallowed them back.

After worshiping, they went down the mountain. They were walking on the road when they ran into some folks in the village: "Is Song Jiang's son back? You can tell from this sound that you must be going to the back mountain to worship your father and the others again, right?"

Song Jiang just pulled his lips. He was not familiar with the people in the village, and he didn't recognize a few people.

Song Jiang didn't get a response, and the hunchbacked old man didn't care. He said to himself: "You young people who have walked out of the mountains, you are the only one who is willing to come back every year to worship your ancestors. Your father was not a thing when he was alive. Fortunately, you remember him. In our village there is a famous carpenter Wang who beat up his wife, and if he beat her to death, I am afraid that there will be no one who worships him in the future..."

Song Jiang walked forward, but suddenly stopped when he heard this.

"Boss?"

The two younger brothers saw Song Jiang turn around and walk back towards the old man.

Song Jiang walked quickly to the hunchbacked old man: "What did you just say? Carpenter Wang? Which carpenter Wang is it? But the real brother's husband?"

Grandpa: "Who?"

Song Jiang: "Brother."

"Who is the real brother?" The old man was confused.

Song Jiang: "..."

With a cold face, Song Jiang turned his head and walked down the mountain. He walked so fast that the two younger brothers had to jog to keep up.

The old man slumped his back, and remembered later: "Ah, my brother, it's so miserable."

"You shameless b*tch, it's fine if you can't give birth to a child, and you can't even control your own man!"

"My son is ridiculed outside because he married a hen that doesn't lay eggs like you!"

"Now he goes out to gamble without leaving home every day, and his family property has been ruined! If you can't control him, I will sell you to a brothel and bring him back a wife!"

Although the old barbarian was thin and small, she was full of air when she scolded people, and she didn't even catch her breath for half an hour!

His son, Carpenter Wang, was as thin and small as she was, with a bone frame protruding from his body, and his eyes were still staring at the place where he was reprimanded. To begin with, it’s not that I’m going to gamble, it’s that I’m under a lot of pressure, I’m 37 years old, I don’t have a dime, and my life is meaningless!”

"Mom, just sell him and give me money to spend! I don't want this woman anymore..."

The skinny man said, crying to his mother again.

When the old woman heard these words, she became even more angry, and kicked the shadow in the corner again.

The man shrunk into a ball without humming.

"Shameless b*tch, a loser, a chicken that doesn't lay eggs, a broom star who kills people..."

Countless vicious words came out of the old barbarian's vicious mouth, shouting and ridiculing so that the house was about to be overturned.

Some neighbors are already familiar with this, the real brother really married into the Wang family in the eighth life, and every now and then the old barbarian and his skinny man combined domestic violence, it was really pitiful.

But some people also said: "Then brother zhen has been married for four or five years, right? His stomach really hasn't moved at all. No wonder the old woman is so anxious. She can only vent her anger on brother zhen, otherwise his son Who would want to marry that poor guy?"

"Come on, the old barbarian only has this son, but he's a treasure. If you're in a hurry, it's really possible to sell your real brother and buy a daughter-in-law to come in..."

"Poor true brother..."

As she said that, the woman saw a man standing by the side of the road, he looked very familiar, she looked at him several times before she recognized him: "Are you Song Jiangwa?"

This person is indeed Song Jiang, since he came, he naturally listened to the slanderous words of the Wang family.

He clenched his fist and trembled uncontrollably, is that it?so?Brother Zhen is still willing to stay in the Wang family?

He took a deep breath, knowing that he shouldn't go at this time, but he couldn't help walking towards Wang's house.

Seeing that he ignored her, the woman also let out a resentful voice: "People in the city are just different. Hey, it's awesome. Let's just ignore what we say."

Others who knew some reasons said, "Isn't he going to find Brother Zhen?"

Although these things are obscure, they have been rumored in the village for a while. It is said that Song Jiang likes Zhen Geer, but it is not clear whether it is true or not. Not a single extra glance.

Someone laughed: "I heard that Song Jiang is doing a great job in the county, how could he see that brother Zhen is married? I think he must have something to do with the Wang family, right?"

"What can you do with the Wang family..."

There was a lot of discussion for a while.

Brother Zhen's full name is true, and he comes from a poor family in Tartary Buckwheat Village. There were frequent fires in his house for a year, and he was rescued by Wang's father and son passing by.

After that, she was fostered in the Wang family, and later married directly with the son of the Wang family.

When the Wang family's father was still there, he treated him very well, but now...

The kitchen was quiet, except for the crackling firewood in the stove, and the skinny and out-of-shape brother standing in front of the desk busy.

Looking from the back, it looks like an eerie ghost coming from somewhere.

He slowly finished cutting the vegetables, opened the lid of the stove again, and put the vegetables down. His every move was like a body without a soul. After a while, he put his hands behind his back and took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve. Slowly and numbly Pour powder into it.

Suddenly a hand came out and grabbed his arm, which was no more than chopsticks.

"What did you pour in?" Song Jiang couldn't believe it. In just one year, the brother who was standing under the cherry blossom tree with a slight smile turned into a haggard face. He was so skinny, Song Jiang thought to himself. , how can you be so thin?

The elder brother turned his eyes slowly, looked at Song Jiang indifferently, pulled away his hand, and said nothing.

"Okay, very good!" Song Jiang's eyes were already filled with tears, but he turned around so quickly that no one could see it.

"Are you willing to live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs here, and not follow me?"

"I can't figure it out, I've liked you for more than ten years, how can I be inferior to Wang Jiaerlang?"

"You call me disgusting, but you still call me disgusting?"

With a tone full of complaints, Song Jiang clenched his fists as he spoke, as if a hole had been gouged out in his heart, enduring the discomfort and pain.

Yang Qizhen moved behind him, and slowly raised his head to look at the man's back. If Song Jiang turned his head at this time, he would see Yang Qizhen's equally painful expression.

The phrase "disgusting" is talking about myself, not scolding you...

But Yang Qizhen turned his head aside and didn't say a word, and then saw Song Jiang walking out.

The sun was still there, and the desolation in his heart was empty, Yang Qizhen returned to his coolness, and stirred the porridge in the pot with his hands.

The meals were served on the table, only simple vegetarian dishes and porridge, and the family could no longer afford meat.

Yang Qi really didn't go to the table, and then saw Song Jiang walk in together under the conversation between Wang's mother and son.

"I didn't expect you boy to be promising now, and I didn't forget the folks in our village. Come and have a meal together!" Carpenter Wang warmly invited Song Jiang.

The old woman has swept the couch to greet her: "Song Jiangwa, come and sit here!"

Seeing that there was no meat dish on the table, she turned around and scolded her daughter-in-law Zhen Geer again, and said to Song Jiang with a smile: "I forgot to buy meat, I will eat it later."

Song Jiang said he didn't care, came over and sat down at the table, and then went to see Brother Zhen.

Under Yang Qizhen's horrified gaze, he picked up the chopsticks, Yang Qizhen opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

Yang Qizhen was pushed back heavily by the old woman, and he couldn't hear the old woman's cursing. He could only see Song Jiang's hand holding the porridge, and his lips smiling with a hint of sarcasm. At the last moment, Yang Qizhen rushed forward and opened Song Jiang's porridge bowl!

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a bang, and the porridge was scattered all over the floor...