Father Su rubbed his cold arms and closed the door tightly.

"What crazy things are you kid saying? It's so weird. Why is your dad crying at you?"

Su Qingchen said slowly: "Grandpa, my father said that he died early, leaving several children unprotected and allowed to be bullied. If he was still alive, how could he allow others to bully his own children like this?

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Although he didn't mention him by name, Father Su felt that he was speaking to him.

This is a subtle reminder to myself not to meddle in other people's business.

How about saying, Qingchen, this child, has been smart since he was a child?

Simply, Father Su also showed his cards.

"After all, he is also your little uncle. He must have been bewitched by others to do that kind of thing. When he figures it out, he will definitely regret it. You are his biological nieces and nephews."

Father Su forced himself to save his son's respect.

Su Qingchen, however, did not accept that trick at all, "My poor family is Ruanruan. He was only four years old and was almost poisoned to death. What kind of thing does he have to do such a thing? Grandpa, what do you think?"

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"You should go to bed early."

Father Su didn't know what to say, so he hurriedly walked out of the room.

The cold wind outside was raging even more fiercely.

He couldn't help but wrap up his ragged coat tightly.

Glancing at the main room where the lights were still on, he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and walked in anyway.

When Su Lin saw her father-in-law, she knelt down again as if there were no bones in her legs, "Dad, what's going on? Are you willing to pay for the fourth son's injury?"

Mr. Su didn't dare to get into trouble with his old wife at all, for fear that if she didn't get her way, she would scold him bloody.

"What happened to the fourth child's injury?"

"I don't know, I just know that the robber slashed him in the chest and he bled a lot!"

It was freezing cold on this day. Mrs. Su Lin watched her husband being slashed and did not dare to take off his clothes to check the wound.

Father Su frowned, raised the oil lamp, and approached Mr. Su who was lying on the ground.

The coat that Su Laosi was wearing was dark and old. Even if blood was sprinkled on it, nothing would be visible.

He then took off the coat from Su Laosi's body.

The clothes inside were all stained with long-dried blood.

At this time, Su Laosi already had less air coming in and more air coming out.

The current situation of the fourth child is obviously extremely bad!

Father Su's heart felt as if someone had grasped it, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"You stay here and keep watch. I'll come as soon as I go."

The fourth child is so seriously injured that he will definitely die if he is not treated!

Several sons have married into one's parents-in-law, some have disappeared, some have died, and this is the only one left.

If the fourth child is gone, how will he live in the future?

"Old woman, old woman!"

Father Su walked into the east room and opened the door.

Mrs. Su didn't even have to listen to what he said. She could guess what he wanted to say next just by looking at him.

"You want me to save your fourth child?"

"What do you call my family? Isn't the fourth child just a piece of meat that fell from your belly? You said, among our sons, this is the only one left to see each other. Why are you so cruel and you really don't care about his life or death?"

Woolen cloth!"

"How did the third child die? Do you still remember?"

Mrs. Su will never be able to forget that scene in her life.

When mentioning how the third child died, Father Su's voice suddenly became dull.

"There's nothing we can do about that."

"Why is there nothing we can do? Why should the third child lose his life?"

"The Fourth Brother is not a scholar. He can't carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands. He was born to study."

"The reason for studying is to be lucky and get a long-term visa. If it was the third child who got the long-term visa, the third child might be worse than the fourth child." The third child is hard-working and practical, and he has been a worry-free child since he was a child.

Out of her own selfishness, she actually wanted the third child to go to school.

Back then, she even secretly told the third child that she had rigged these signs to ensure that the third child would definitely go to school.

The third child rejected her righteously, saying that it was unfair to the other brothers.

Where in this world can such a stupid fool come from?

"What's the point of saying this now? The third child is already dead, and now the fourth child is half dead. You mother-in-law, do you really want to ignore your own son?"

"He deserves it if he dies, and I don't owe him anything."

Mrs. Su found a suitable position in the quilt, lay down comfortably, and pulled out the little soft piece that had rolled into the middle of the quilt, put it next to the pillow, and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt, ensuring

She won't get cold.

After getting fresh air, the little Ruanruan took a deep breath, then turned over and moaned in Grandma's arms for a long time, as if she was dissatisfied with them talking all the time.

Mrs. Su quickly patted Su Ruanruan's little butt with her hands a few times, and successfully patted the baby back to sleep.

Father Su wanted to say something else, but Mother Su glared at him directly, "Get out, you old man, if you dare to wake up my family, you will get out together with the fourth child and his family!"

Father Su left the room dejectedly.

When Su Lin saw her father-in-law coming out of the room, she thought she was going to get money, so she hurriedly walked out, "Dad, what's going on? How much money did mother give us to treat the injury? The fourth child's injury is so serious, don't say anything.

Got ten taels of silver."

"Twelve taels...why don't you go and grab it?"

These days, you can marry a daughter-in-law with only two taels of silver, and a family can barely afford one tael of silver a year.

"Why, my mother is not even willing to give out ten taels of silver?"

"Do you think ten taels of silver are like snow and come so easily? He has lived for most of his life and has never seen what ten taels of silver look like.

"How many taels is the mother willing to give?"

Su Lin had already made a plan in her heart. Even if they were given two taels of silver, one tael of silver for medical treatment, and one tael of silver for pocket expenses, they would be able to live in the town for more than half a year.

"Your mother said she has no money."

"No money? Then we can't just watch my fourth son die like this, right?"

"What else can we do? Why don't we go back to your parents' house and borrow some money?"

Su Lin smiled coquettishly, "Dad, you are really good at joking."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious. Why don't you go back to your parents' house quickly and borrow some money to treat the fourth son's injury? You are his wife, you can't just watch him die, right?"

Ms. Su Lin didn't want to say that her mother kicked them out of the house just because they had no money to pay for food.

Her mother is just an old pious woman who has an eye for money. How could she be willing to lend her own money to them?

"My mother's family has been having a hard time lately."

Father Su sighed, "Forget it, it's up to me to think of a solution."

Fairy rice, fairy rice, fairy rice...

Where did these brats hide the fairy rice?

Father Su rummaged through the boxes and cabinets at home for a while, but could not find any trace of the fairy rice.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

If he has eaten fairy rice, doesn't it mean that he also has fairy rice in his body?

If the fourth child eats his meat, wouldn't it be equivalent to eating fairy rice?

Father Su took out a kitchen knife from the knife holder and gestured to his thigh.

If I cut it off, I would probably hurt myself to death.

Forget it, forget it.

This is no joke.

Just as Father Su was about to put the kitchen knife back, Su Lin's voice suddenly sounded from behind. As soon as he let go, the kitchen knife hit his foot.

Or the blade points downward!

"Ouch! My feet!"
To be continued...