Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 929 The Way to Wealth

Because the Song family was so poor that they often didn't know where their next meal would come from, Song Xiaming, a child who was just over three years old, was sallow-faced and thin. If you didn't know better, you would think he was only a little over one year old.

He took Old Man Song's tattered cotton coat and covered himself with it. The snow wasn't deep, but it didn't even reach his knees, making each step he took difficult.

My hands were red and swollen from the cold, and my fingers were swollen and throbbing, like little radishes.

With his stomach growling and his body feeling weak and exhausted, Song Xiaming went door to door, knocking on each house.

"Uncle, I have no food left. Please give me something to eat."

Seeing that it was a child, many adults felt compassion.

Some offered him steamed buns and mantou, some handed him a bowl of rice with a few pieces of meat in it, and some even gave him a pastry and a few copper coins.

Song Xiaming stuffed all these things into his cotton-padded coat.

When Song Xiaming went missing, the Song family panicked and searched the nearby streets and alleys, but they couldn't find him. They exhausted all their remaining strength and returned to the courtyard.

“It’s better that they were abducted; at least they have food to eat and can survive,” Song Fusheng said.

"If he dies, it doesn't matter, anyway, the whole family doesn't have many days left."

As he spoke, Song Fusheng gave a bitter laugh.

"Heaven is going to destroy my Song family!"

Now, the Song family doesn't even have the energy to grieve.

Bai noticed something and glanced outside.

"My nephew is back."

Song Xiaming's whole body was red from the cold, his head was covered with a layer of snow, and his eyelashes were covered with frost.

Seeing that he was alright, the Song family breathed a sigh of relief.

But they soon smelled a food aroma coming from him.

Song Xiaming shook the ground, and a pile of steamed buns, mantou, and desserts fell to the ground.

Also falling down were dozens of copper coins.

At the same time, he took out a bowl of rice from a bulging piece of clothing.

The Song family's eyes lit up.

They were so hungry they didn't have time to think, they just picked up whatever food they could and stuffed it into their mouths.

It has to be said that Song Xiaming's trip was quite fruitful; they all ate until they were about 60-70% full, something they hadn't done in a long time.

One by one, they couldn't help but want to shed tears.

Song Fusheng held Song Xiaming in his arms, treating him like a precious treasure.

"Xia Ming, where did you get all this food?"

“I went door to door to beg for it,” Song Xiaming said.

"Go beg at someone's doorstep?"

"Yes."

Song Fusheng thought that Song Xiaming, at such a young age, had come up with some clever idea to get so much food.

Hearing Song Xiaming say this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Because the entire Song family went to knock on people's doors, they were met with being driven away and insulted, as if they had encountered a plague god.

Unexpectedly, something that I had always wanted to do but couldn't, was accomplished by a child like Song Xiaming.

Song Fusheng chewed it over carefully, finally realized what it meant, and slapped his forehead.

“When we go begging with our whole family, people feel pressured when they see us like this, so of course they avoid us.”

"People will also think, what if this family gets entangled with us? What if this family comes to take our house?"

“But it’s different with a child. Anyone who sees a pitiful child will feel pity and even want to give more. So if you go to several homes, you can give more.”

Song Fusheng sighed: "This is a good idea. We only thought of it when we were almost starving. What a loss, a huge loss. We suffered so many days of hunger for nothing."

He beckoned Song Xiaming over and kissed him twice: "Great-grandson, my precious great-grandson, from now on this family will depend on you. I'm going to teach you some things, you must remember them well, so that they can come in handy. The fate of the whole family rests on your shoulders. Xiaming is a responsible little pillar, and he will definitely not let his great-grandfather down."

Seeing his family looking at him with such enthusiasm, Song Xiaming felt a surge of pride and nodded vigorously.

"okay."

The next day, Song Xiaming continued to beg, but this time he was dressed even more thinly and was shivering from the cold.

He knocked on a door, and a woman opened it.

Upon seeing that it was a thin, small child, the woman asked in surprise, "Whose child are you? How did you get here? Where are your parents?"

"Auntie, please have mercy. My parents are both dead, my whole family is gone. There is only my sick older sister left. We haven't eaten for many days, and my sister is waiting for money to treat her illness."

Following Song Fusheng's instructions, Song Xiaming rubbed his eyes as he spoke.

The woman's eyes welled up with tears, and she sighed, "What a pitiful child. My family isn't well-off either, so I can only give you some food. Take it back and share it with your sister."

She went inside, took out some food, and stuffed it into Song Xiaming's clothes. After thinking for a moment, she went back inside and took out a few pieces of silver.

"This is for buying medicine and treating illnesses. Don't show it when you're walking on the street. Go back now."

By the end of the day, Song Xiaming had stuffed his clothes full of food and had also managed to beg for a little over three taels of silver.

The Song family ate their fill, and Song Fusheng was overjoyed, holding the silver and copper coins.

"Sigh, there are plenty of rich people in the capital. Even ordinary people can eat their fill and casually throw away silver and copper coins. As long as you use your brain, you can find money everywhere in the capital."

Song Qimu said happily, "Perhaps this can become the way for our Song family to get rich. We won't have to buy food every day, and we'll still have money coming in. In a year or two, we'll have saved up a lot."

“Heaven has seen how much suffering we’ve endured and has finally taken pity on us. From now on, we’ll have good days ahead. Once we’ve saved enough money, we’ll buy a courtyard house in the capital,” said Madam Bai.

Mrs. Lin turned her gaze to her two-year-old daughter, Song Xiajiao.

"I want to buy a yard. I'm afraid it won't be enough for one person. Jiaojiao is almost three years old. I want to raise her too. Girls might be more endearing and get more attention."

Everyone agreed.

From now on, I can sit back and wait for food every day, and even get rich without having to work hard. What a wonderful thing!

Bai touched her belly, her mind racing. She wouldn't let her child beg. Who knew what kind of nature he would develop if he grew up like that? He might be a scoundrel from a young age, and one day he might not even recognize his own mother. That would be terrible.

Seeing that Bai turned her body to the side, Lin laughed.

"Second sister-in-law, don't think that the baby in your belly can escape. Even if you raise it to the age of three, it will still have to beg for food and money to contribute to this family."

She's already offered up her own daughter, so the Bai family should show some appreciation too.

"That's right." Bai said awkwardly, "We'll talk about this after the baby is born and raised."

Things did not go as the Song family had hoped. After seven or eight days of good fortune, Song Xiaming was kidnapped.