After Song Lian got better in the house, he pulled Zhao Wanqing and said, "Wanqing, let's take the child and go back immediately."

Although he can't move much yet, he really doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

Zhao Wanqing naturally let him have the final say. "Okay, you lie down first, and I'll go talk to my parents."

She came out and heard the two arguing, and said helplessly: "Mom, stop arguing, go hire a carriage, my husband said he was going back to the city."

Zhao De said nothing, and Liu Meizheng was a little embarrassed.

"Wanqing, you also know the situation in our village. How can we have a carriage?"

Xiayan Village is just a small fringe village. It is impossible to have something as luxurious as a horse-drawn carriage. Everyone travels in ox-carts.

Zhao Wanqing understood what she meant, but Song Lian might not be willing.

"Mom, please think of a way." Zhao Wanqing was also very distressed. The oxcart was so bumpy, and she was really afraid that Song Lian's body would have another accident.

"Wanqing, why don't you talk to Ah Lian and leave tomorrow?" It's hard for a clever woman to make a living without rice. At this moment, Zhao De could only persuade her, "I'll ask your mother to go to the city to hire a more comfortable hotel tomorrow morning.

Take the carriage and then drive it back."

Zhao Wanqing thought that the bullock cart was indeed uncomfortable, "Then just listen to dad."

Zhao De brought some food out from the kitchen and said, "Daughter, Lian hasn't eaten for a whole day. Please bring him some food."

"good."

Zhao Wanqing came into the house carrying white rice porridge and freshly fried vegetables. She thought she would explain to Song Lian that he would accept it, but when he heard that he could not leave, he immediately smashed the bowl in anger.

"I want to leave right now, do you hear me!" He roared at Zhao Wanqing, "I don't want to stay in this unlucky and unlucky place for a moment anymore."

Zhao De and Liu Meizheng heard the sound outside the house and immediately entered the house.

They saw their daughter being splashed with white porridge, standing there helpless and crying, and they felt heartbroken.

Liu Meizheng stepped forward and hurriedly took care of Zhao Wanqing, looking at Song Lian with eyes full of resentment.

I used to think that my daughter would have a good future if she married an official. But looking at the situation now, I wonder how much she has suffered from her husband's family.

Zhao De frowned and said in the tone of an elder: "Ah Lian, if you have something to say, why don't you throw the bowl? Wanqing is your wife no matter what, how could you treat her like this?"

Song Lian glanced at the family with disdain, "Father-in-law, you have time to teach me a lesson here, why not think of a way to send me home."

Zhao De felt a sigh of relief when he heard that his tone was bad, but he couldn't bear to embarrass his daughter in the future, so he didn't have an attack. He softened his tone and said: "Xiayan Village only has ox carts and no horse carriages. If you are willing to ride in the ox cart,

Then I will find someone to take you back."

Song Lian thought that the bullock cart was crude and in his current situation, he would have to be dragged back. It would be really embarrassing then, but he was even more unwilling to stay here.

"What bad luck."

After weighing it, he still felt that it was safer to go home. "Father-in-law, I still have to go back. Could you please help me make arrangements."

Zhao De knew that Song Lian was a good-looking person, and there were not many officials who were bad-looking. He didn't expect that he would be willing to endure the bullock cart and go back, and he was puzzled.

Since Song Lian wanted to go back, he didn't force him to stay and went out to find Zhao Benshu.

Zhao Benshu happened to be back from the city. He was very reluctant to go there again, but in the end he agreed for the sake of the money. No one had trouble with the money.

Song Lian was paralyzed and could not sit up yet. In order to make him lie down comfortably, Zhao Wanqing specially made a quilt.

Even so, he still had a dark face.

Zhao Wanqing was holding her child and was about to get in the car when Liu Meizheng stopped her with distress.

"Wanqing, you,"

She glanced at Song Lian and wanted to ask Wan Qing to stay for a few days, but she could not say the words.

Zhao Wanqing understood her parents' painstaking efforts and said with a comforting smile: "Dad, Mom, I'm going back with my husband. Don't send me away. I'll see you again after a while. Take care."

"Hey, you're fine then." Liu Meizheng wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, watched her daughter get into the car, and watched her drive away.

In the car, Song Lian snorted in dissatisfaction: "What did your mother mean just now, wanting to keep you? Why, do you think my family will abuse you?"

Zhao Wanqing held the child in her arms, lowered her head and said nothing.

Song Lian was furious when he saw her like this. Their family had only been passed down for several generations, but she gave birth to a daughter when she got married, which made him unable to hold his head high among the neighbors.

He originally told her not to come back, but she insisted on coming back and made her daughter sick. He was so tired that he came to meet people and got into trouble, which turned out like this.

He can't move now, otherwise he will definitely get up and teach him a lesson.

Even so, he still said unforgivingly, "It's really bad luck to have such a bitter look on your face all day long."

Zhao Wanqing knew that he was unhappy, so she didn't contradict him. She silently endured his curses, passing them in and out of one ear, pretending that she didn't hear them.

Song Lian cursed a few times, but when he saw that she didn't respond, he felt embarrassed, so he stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest.

After the oxcart entered the city, it went around the rich area of ​​the city and came to the boundary of the small residential area in the west of the city, where the Song family's second courtyard house was located.

As an elder, Zhao Benshu watched Zhao Wanqing grow up. He couldn't say much about other people's daughters, but he would still help those who could.

He helped Zhao Wanqing get out of the car and said, "Girl, go ahead and call someone for help, otherwise you, a woman with a child, won't be able to move him."

"Okay, thank you uncle."

Zhao Wanqing went into the house and met with her mother-in-law, Mrs. Song Zhang, and briefly explained the matter. Mrs. Song seemed to have received a huge blow and immediately shouted for someone to go out.

Crying to heaven and earth!

"Er, what's wrong with you, er?" She threw herself next to the bullock cart, "Why are you like this? What happened?"

Song Lian originally wanted to just go home in a low-key manner, but now that his mother is so arrogant, the neighbors will probably come to inquire about her tomorrow.

His face was dark and sullen, and his brows were furrowed into the character "Chuan", "Stop howling, take me back first."

The two servants, each with an arm and a hand, quickly helped the man down and into the house.

Mrs. Song Zhang slapped the maid next to her and said anxiously: "What are you still doing? Get me a doctor quickly."

The maid hurriedly went out, and Zhao Wanqing followed closely after comforting the child.

When Mrs. Song and Zhang saw her, she became very angry. She raised her hand and slapped her across the face. "You broom, tell me, is it your family that harmed my son?"

Zhao Wanqing's eyes were red with grievance. She didn't dare to talk back, so she could only cry softly, "Mom, no, I don't know how my husband suddenly fainted on the road, and it happened like this after he woke up."

"What do you mean by fainting on the road? How could my son, who is usually strong and strong, suddenly faint? You must have failed to take good care of him."
Chapter completed!