Chapter 338: Full Firepower (Includes the Uncle, skip if you don't like it)

Good heavens!

This wave, let alone Song Song Sancheng, even Song Tan was dumbfounded.

Her grandfather had always been cheerful and kept working, and everyone thought he was honest and loyal. Never did they expect this full-on firepower, with all the bullets aimed at the uncle!

She was thoughtful—so her own sharp tongue was inherited from her grandfather?

Even Little Zhang Ge was dumbfounded, and secretly gave Song Tan a thumbs-up.

"Your old man is truly awesome!"

What's awesome isn't just the sharp tongue, but mainly this clear-headedness and steady mindset, which many young people don't have!

Little did they know, ice three feet thick is not formed in a single day. Song Song Youde had not experienced his eldest son's unfilial and unreliable nature for the first time.

For so many years, he just felt that he would have to rely on his children when he got old, and Song Sancheng's family had a heavy burden, so he couldn't add to their troubles, which is why he endured it all along.

He just hoped that the two brothers wouldn't have conflicts in the future, and if Song Sancheng had difficulties, he could at least lend a hand.

But ever since Tantan came back, the family had changed again and again, and life seemed to have different hopes every day. When he couldn't sleep at night, he would toss and turn thinking about these things—

The eldest son is like this now; if the family has difficulties in the future, will he really lend a hand?

The more he thought, the colder he felt.

These words had been bottled up in his heart for a long time.

Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to talk to his son nicely. Back then, he had emptied the family's savings and borrowed a lot of external debt just to buy him a house in the city, all for the sake of his marriage.

So much so that Song Sancheng only separated the family six or seven years after getting married—what for?

Because they, as parents, couldn't come up with the money to build a house for their son to separate the family.

The younger son was soft-hearted and not very clever, but he married a virtuous wife. But they hadn't lived a good life for a few years, and then Qiaoqiao became like this...

As a father, how could Song Song Youde not feel heartache for his child?

After all these years, he finally saw his younger son's suffering come to an end, which gave him more confidence.

The house building was the fuse, but the fuse had been buried many years ago.

……

For the old man, these words had been bottled up in his heart for a long time. Now that they were finally spoken, although he felt a twinge of pain looking at his eldest son's ugly expression, he didn't know why, but he felt a long sigh of relief.

Looking at Song Song Dafang's expression, it could no longer be described as just "purple." The veins on his temples were bulging, and his whole expression was suppressed and ferocious, as if he were about to explode and hit someone at any moment!

Only Song Song Sancheng, as a middle-aged "silly white sweet," still said "Ah": "I was wondering, when I wanted to separate from Until Wu Lan to live outside, you didn't agree, Dad. If you had said you had no money earlier, I wouldn't have urged you."

Song Tan couldn't help but "pfft" with a laugh—her father really sounded like he was being sarcastic!

Sure enough!

As soon as these words came out, Song Song Dafang exploded in rage, as if he had found a vent: "What are you urging? Dad has been biased for so many years, do you think I can't see it? The homestead you applied for when separating the family is not far from home, and the mountain forests and fields allocated to you are right at the door, and he helps your family with work from time to time!"

"What about me? I've been struggling alone in the city, so hard, have I said anything? You, on the other hand, want to use the old man's money to build a house, and even instigated him to say all this—Song Song Sancheng, let me tell you! According to the rules of our village, the eldest son and eldest grandson get the most! And you want 50,000 yuan? Don't even think about it!"

As soon as the words fell, he felt a "bang" on his back, and a moment later, a dull, intense pain!

He turned around in astonishment, only to see Old Man Song holding his polished tobacco pipe, the copper head still in a downward smashing posture:

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"Bah! I'm still alive! Is it your turn to be the head of the family!"

Song Song Youde shouted angrily while continuing to smash down!

"Let me tell you, Song Song Dafang! I've seen more unfilial descendants than you have fingers in all these years! If you honestly apologize to Song Sancheng and take out the money, it's not impossible for us to be a family in the future!"

"If you're really that tough—fine, get out! From now on, I don't have a son like you, and you don't need to come to my funeral when I die!"

When this was said, Wang Wang Lifen, who had been standing at the kitchen door without getting a single glance from her eldest son, burst into tears.

Aunt Lianhua supported her arm, and Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law, sitting in a wheelchair, patted the back of her hand, giving her inexplicable strength, which kept her from collapsing.

Seeing this, Song Song Youde couldn't help but feel even more heartache.

He had no strength left to hit anyone at this moment, only feeling disheartened, while still holding a little hope:

"Song Dafang... I'm definitely going to build the house. Your mother and I have suffered for a lifetime, and now I just want to enjoy myself. For the other money, Song Sancheng has contributed, and Tantan has also contributed. If you still recognize me as your father, contribute 20,000 yuan."

"I'll list out where the money is spent, you can see it yourself..."

In this world, how many parents are willing to give up their own flesh and blood? Song Song Youde had been strong for a lifetime and had never begged anyone, no matter how bitter or tired he was.

Now, in order to keep his son, his voice trembled with a crying tone, low and humble, trying his best to turn things around.

This made Song Tan's rock-solid heart waver for a moment.

She wondered—is it better for them to be painfully clear-headed, or is ignorant happiness more important, regarding the fact that her uncle is unfilial?

However, the next moment, this final plea was broken by Mao Li's shrill voice:

"Dream on! 20,000 yuan? Do you think no one can see that you just want to subsidize your younger son! Old man, don't think you're amazing just because you're a father!"

She protected her man with heartache, then lifted his clothes to look at the red marks on his back, and said with hatred:

"Your son is already a grandfather, and you can actually bring yourself to do this. What kind of family is this?! Bah!"

"Who cares about this poor countryside? If you have the ability, don't come begging us in the future! Want money? Keep dreaming!!"

After saying that, she burst into tears: "Song Dafang, what kind of broken family is this? Ever since I married in, I've watched you suffer grievances... the family is biased... sob sob sob, we really live in a wolf's den, sob sob sob..."

Good heavens!

This performance, if drama wasn't popular nowadays, Auntie's ability to turn black into white would at least make her a star!

Little Zhang Ge was also numb at this moment.

I mean, he thought it was a project to slap a troublesome relative in the face, but he didn't expect to witness the Song family father and son turning against each other...

What is an outsider like him supposed to do?

He could only awkwardly pretend not to see.

But at this moment, Song Tan gave him a suggestive look and then pointed outside.

Little Zhang Ge was confused for a moment, then came to his senses, dug out the package from the car with his butt sticking out, and shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to ease the atmosphere:

"Ah! Song Tan, your package, the ice is about to melt!" ===== CHAPTER 339 =====