"Damn it, it's a boy again, let's sell him."

Wang Chong was shocked when he heard this. Is such a bad luck, will I sell me to the beginning?

Fortunately, a slightly tired female voice said: "Sell, sell, sell, sell, sell, sell, you have sold out all the belongings in your family, and you want to sell your son again. The child is my heart's flesh, so you are not allowed to sell it."

"The family can't afford to raise it, and the child is suffering with us. I told you that I contacted a rich man, but they can't give birth to a son. They said that as long as they are healthy, they can pay for it, for 30,000 yuan."

The male voice continued to persuade: "This year, our harvest is not good, and the chickens we raised were all bitten to death by weasels on the mountain. The family can't be sold. Besides you and me, there is also a son and two daughters at home."

"I don't agree, Sun Zhong, please go out to work with Huang Youcai. The construction site is just moving bricks, and it's more than 100 times a day..."

"I can't do it, that's too tiring."

Sun Zhong hummed, and suddenly, while the woman was not paying attention, he directly picked up Wang Chong.

This time, Wang Chong's eyes were not opened yet, so he just felt like he was being picked up.

What is this to do?

"Sun Zhong, what are you doing?"

"I have negotiated with that family and received all the money. I won't talk about it anymore. I'll send the child."

After saying that, Sun Zhong wrapped his clothes on Wang Chong and left without looking back.

"Sun Zhong, Sun Zhong, don't, don't..."

The woman shouted in pain, but Sun Zhong had already walked out with Wang Chong in his arms.

The three kids outside the door were also frightened and kept crying.

"Big kid, go and call your grandfather, just say his son wants to sell the kid, go..."

The eldest child at home is already seven years old. Although he was afraid, he understood and hurriedly ran outside the house.

Wang Chong felt very sad at this moment, so it would be fine if he was poor. His father was obviously still a lazy man. He didn't go out to work and made money. He just wanted to make money by selling his son. How could there be such a person in this world?

It’s a pity that he was born now and he hadn’t even opened his eyes, so he couldn’t stop anything.

"This kid doesn't cry or make a fuss."

Sun Zhong muttered while running.

"Dazhong, what kind of thing to do?" a villager greeted in the village.

Because Sun Zhong deliberately put Wang Chong in a big basket, no one else saw Wang Chong.

"Go up the mountain to get some wild game to eat." Sun Zhong shouted with a smile.

"Wild game? Your wife is going to give birth."

"Yeah, it's getting soon." Sun Zhong responded casually.

At this time, a man in a suit and riding a motorcycle came towards me. The person who had greeted me before shouted: "Huang Youcai, have you gone out of the city to buy meat again?"

"Well, my wife is going to give birth to her, so I bought a few chickens to replenish her body."

Huang Youcai responded with a smile, and the motorcycle stopped beside Sun Zhong: "Sun Zhong, a few days ago, your father told me that I would take you to work in the city. When our wife is out of confinement, let's clean up together?"

Sun Zhong responded without looking back: "I have found a better life."

"A better life?" Huang Youcai frowned, said Sun Zhong's attitude was not very good, "Okay, I'll leave first."

The motorcycle rang, and Huang Youcai left here directly.

As soon as someone left, Sun Zhong couldn't help but snorted: "What a shame? Didn't you just buy a new motorcycle? When I sell my son, I will buy one too."

Wang Chong felt even more helpless when he heard these complaints.

After walking on the mountain road for a while, suddenly another voice came from behind: "A Zhong."

Sun Zhong stopped and his face changed drastically: "Dad, dad, why are you here?"

"Where are you going?" asked Sun Zhong's father Sun Dazhuang.

"Go to the mountain."

"On the mountain?" Sun Dazhuang snorted coldly, walked over and grabbed the basket in his hand.

After looking closely, Wang Chong was indeed in the basket.

"Sun Zhong, why do I have you? You even want to sell your own flesh and blood. Are you still a human being?" Sun Dazhuang almost roared.

"Dad, you... listen to my explanation."

"Don't explain, I don't have your son."

Sun Dazhuang took Wang Chong away domineeringly.

"But Dad, Dad, I've already taken the money..."

Wang Chong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his grandfather came in time, otherwise he would have been sold.

…………

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Although Wang Chong can't walk yet, he has long been familiar with everything at home.

As he guessed, this world is a modern world.

However, it is not an exaggeration to say that the one who owns his own family is useless.

He and the family have four children.

The eldest son Sun Lianfu is already eight years old. He has to walk a lot of mountain roads every day to go to a school at the foot of the mountain.

The second daughter, Sun Lianmei, is now six years old. After this year, she will also walk the mountain road to school early in the morning with her elder brother Sun Lianfu.

The third daughter, Sun Lianli, is now three years old. Although she is young, she is already very sensible. She often drives the three lambs and some ducks at home to herd sheep on the mountain behind her home.

When my mother went to the field to work, Sun Lianli also took on the responsibility of taking care of Wang Chong.

The reason why these children are all called "Sun Lian" is because their mother is called Huang Lianying, and there is a word "Lian".

Grandpa Sun Dazhuang once said that if a child has one word in his name, he can bless his children with peace and safety.

So, Wang Chong himself also gave "Sun Lianjie."

I just hope that Wang Chong can be an outstanding person in the future and be rich and powerful!

In fact, although this place is a mountain village, not every household is so poor. Many villagers go out to work. Although it is hard, they still make a lot of money.

For example, Huang Youcai, the first person in the village to buy a motorcycle, worked as a cementitious worker on a construction site outside, and he made a lot of money every year. Not only did his family buy a motorcycle, but he also repaired the old house. This year, his wife also gave birth to a daughter, and the family lived a good life.

It’s a pity that my dad is too lazy.

Every day at home, they are not only drinking, but also playing mahjong with others. They do not do housework, do not go to the fields, and do not go out to work.

The whole family relies on their mother Huang Lianying to farm and make a living. Sometimes grandparents will help take care of their children, and the family lives a hard life.

"Come on, Jet, have a meal."

Huang Lianying picked up Wang Chong and the whole family gathered together to have a meal.

Looking at the pile of food on the table, Wang Chong sighed.

Tofu soup with cabbage, stir-fried vegetables, and a small plate of pickles.

As for the food he gave him, it was rice porridge.

Because the family is poor, there is no need to think about milk powder and other things. There is no need to eat it, so I can only use fuzzy porridge instead. Children from poor families in mountain villages are raised like this.

Wang Chong was also helpless, but in order to grow up quickly, he ate a lot every time.

There was only one family on the table. As for my father, he was still playing mahjong outside as before.

Fortunately, he didn't beat him much, otherwise Wang Chong would have been worried about losing a lot of money.

Another half year passed in a blink of an eye.

Wang Chong finally stumbled and learned to walk.

Every day, Wang Chong felt uncomfortable when he watched his sister and brother follow Huang Lianying to work while his father was drinking wine at home.

"Dad, can you stop drinking? Mom works so hard, why don't you do anything?"

When it was almost evening, Wang Chong's father Sun Zhong took out another bucket of old rice wine, ate some leftovers from noon, and couldn't help but say.

"Oh!"

Sun Zhong burped and turned his head and said, "Good boy, you're so kind, you're so kind to take care of your dad."

"You should work at home so poor." Wang Chong said expressionlessly.

"You kid knows nothing!" Sun Zhong had just dried two large bowls of rice wine in a row, and obviously drank too much. He picked up a chopstick on the table and smashed it at Wang Chong.

"Ouch!" Wang Chong's head was knocked immediately, grinning in pain.

"I know it hurts, right? I dare to be neither big nor young with your dad in the future, I will suck you."

"A Zhong, what are you doing?"

Hearing the scolding in the room, Huang Lianying walked in with a dustpan, followed by three children.

"I'm teaching my son a lesson." Sun Zhong snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!