With the Li family's three generations and Jin Peng stepping in, the previously boisterous and chaotic Song household immediately quieted down a great deal. Even after the banquet began, those drunks who loved playing finger-guessing games reined themselves in and drank their wine in gloomy silence.
Although Jin Peng and the others had begun "winning people over through virtue" these past few years, rather than hacking their way from one end of the street to the other at the slightest provocation as they had before,
everyone was local. Everyone knew what the Song family had been like in the past. Now that so many relatives had suddenly appeared, it was a case of Sima Zhao's intentions being known to every passerby.
The moment Li Kaijian entered, he had said, "So many relatives—how come I never saw them before?" If anyone still made a loud fuss and showed off at this point, only to get caught and mocked by Jin Peng and the others, they would truly have nowhere to hide their face.
But when Old Song's grandson's wife, Che Nana, carried out her chubby son to display her contribution to the family, the crowd still stirred restlessly.
Because drunken Old Song pulled a thick stack of banknotes from his bag and stuffed it into his grandson's wife's hands.
"Xiao Nana! You're the great contributor to our family. Back when Changchun and I lived in that ruined house, we barely had enough for one meal, let alone the next. We could've starved to death any day. And starving to death would've been one thing! Every night, I'd dream of our ancestors cursing me,
"Our Qingshui Song family has been passed down for six hundred years, yet it was about to have its roots cut off. After we died, we would truly