My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

On the street, Song de was carrying a woven bag and picking up trash everywhere to make a living. At first, the whole family was looking forward to a beautiful future.

But who would have thought that the reality was so cruel? They didn't have much money on hand, and their spending level was abnormally high.

Renting a house for a month cost 20 yuan. If it was in their hometown, they could have rented a house for a year.

Song Jian and Song Cheng had been in poor health, and they had to take medicine intermittently. Tang Shufen didn't know where to find Song Jianguo.

Tang Shufen had never left the village in her life. In her opinion, no matter how big it was, it shouldn't be much bigger.

But as a family, they were already scared silly by the traffic on the streets.

Relying on the money in their hands, they barely made it through more than a month. In the end, they still couldn't find Song Jianguo. What could they do?

Song de threw away his old face and took the broken woven bag. He picked up trash everywhere to make a living. At first, he was doing well and could earn more than 10 yuan a day.

But for some reason, in the next month or so, more and more people picked up trash for a living. Even an old man like him could not compete with others.

Sometimes, when he encountered a pile of things, he was the one who was already picking them up. But later, a young man came and directly snatched all the bags in his hand.

By busying himself like this, he actually increased the income of others. But if he did not pick up trash, he did not know what to do for a living.

Yesterday was the New Year. He wanted to make a meal of dumplings. In the end, he searched carefully at home and found only two yuan. He bought two Jin of white bread and made a meal of vegetarian dumplings.

In the end, he hadn't even eaten a few. They were all snatched by those two brats.

After a period of time, although their bodies had mostly recovered. They didn't plan to go out to work.

Instead, they pointed at him, picking up trash outside to feed them.

Song de looked more than ten years older now. His hair was already white, and his clothes were tattered. It could be said that he was about the same as the beggars from the village in the past.

Now, he really regretted it. Why didn't he grasp his previous life well?

He lived a life worse than dogs and pigs now. After a tiring morning, he only picked up one more piece.

He took the one dollar he got and pushed open the door of his house. It was a small three-room yard.

It had been built for decades. It could not block the rain in summer or the wind in winter.

A few days ago, it had snowed. After the snow melted, water dripped everywhere in the house. If it were not for me, it would have been too cold outside.

He would not have walked back no matter what. Also, he was hungry. He went into the House and looked at the cold pot in the pot.

Now that he did not cook, the three at home would not cook either. He lay on the Kang all day, thinking about something.

Song Jian and Song Cheng heard the sound of the door being opened. They got out of the Kang and there was no food at home.

They were waiting for the old things to go out to pick up trash and sell money to buy food for them!

Song de looked at his two sons who walked out. They were not as high-spirited as before?

Their hair was long and their faces were dark. They were too lazy to even wash their faces all day.

Song Jian was still in his teens, but now he was as old as a man in his thirties.

Song Cheng was no better. His hair was a little white and his face was wrinkled. He looked like a man in his fifties.

Song De said coldly, "why don't the two of you find a job.

You're just pointing at me to pick up trash and feed the two of you.

"Aren't you ashamed?

"There's no such thing as a father raising his son for a lifetime. "