Chapter 740 the fate of the song family

Lin Lei looked at the path up the mountain. It was indeed not easy to walk down the mountain. It would be more convenient if she walked down the mountain by herself.

"Hubby, carry me then. I'll walk down the mountain by myself. "

Song Yi shook his head and said, "I can't let you walk down the mountain by yourself. " After saying that, he bent down and squatted on the ground. "Alright, YOU'RE UP! "

Lin Lei immediately climbed up and hugged Song Yi's shoulders tightly with both hands. "Let's go! If we're tired, we'll stop to rest.

"It's only noon now, we're not in a hurry to go! "

"GOT IT! " Song Yi replied. This small mountain path was not difficult for him at all.

Because his wife was pregnant, his speed up the mountain was not particularly fast.

Lin Lei was in the midst of subversion. She was dazed and fell asleep again.

After Song Yi noticed it, his footsteps became lighter. He was afraid of waking his wife.

Song de rushed home angrily. Unable to vent his anger, he smashed everything in the house.

He was so tired that he sat on the ground and panted.

He remembered this grudge and silently swore in his heart that as long as he was successful in the future, he would definitely find someone to teach Li Qianjin a lesson, this old man!

He actually took advantage of his seniority and tried to drive him out of the village, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The song family's house didn't belong to them. The previous House had collapsed during his father's generation.

This house was built by Li Qianjin when he got married. There were several houses like this in the village.

Therefore, he did not thank him in his heart. He just felt that he deserved it.

Who asked him to be the village chief of this village?

Then, after the villagers had their opinions, Li Qianjin held a meeting and explained that this house could only be lived in and not sold. It belonged to the village property.

So now, he was driven out of the village. He could not sell this house.

The land belonged to the country. He had to live here to have the land planted.

After he left, the land had to be handed over to the village.

Therefore, being driven out of the village, it could be said that he was almost completely out of the house. This morning, this matter failed.

It could be said that he had really lost both his wife and his soldiers.

After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that he had failed because of his daughter. Thinking about that smelly girl, Song de wished that he could go back to the time when she was just born and strangle her to death.

After tormenting himself for the whole morning, his stomach was already hungry. He struggled to stand up, but only then did he realize that his leg was in pain again?

He had walked all the way back, but it did not hurt at all!

This pain was a kind of heart-wrenching pain. Every step he took was like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

How could it be so serious? When he thought of Song Yi's fierce kick, he felt that his leg was even more painful!

He had no choice but to walk to the firewood pile in the courtyard and pick up a wooden stick. He barely used it as a crutch before walking to the kitchen.

When he went in to take a look, he saw that the smelly girl, Song Qian, had actually not cleaned up much. She was the same as yesterday and the same as today. It could be described as a floor full of wolves.

He opened the pot and looked inside. There was nothing inside except for scrubbing the pot water... ...

"smelly girl, if you rush back, I won't break your leg! "

After scolding her, he could only think of a way to cook. When he opened the Rice Vat, he found that it was empty. There was not a single grain of rice left. Only then did he remember that there was nothing left.

However, when he went out, he forgot to buy rice.

His family usually ate rice. When the corn came down, they would sell it for rice to eat.

When the rice was gone, there was no other food to eat.

When Song de saw this situation, he frowned. What should he do now?