With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Chen Dongfeng's old mother had eye problems. Xue Ming saw her slowly groping for the wooden stick on the bed, slowly getting out of bed and sweeping the ground with the wooden stick as she walked out.

When she walked to the door, a gust of wind blew by, and her eyes instantly shed tears. This is an eye disease called wind-induced tears in Chinese medicine.

She staggered with her bound feet. When she went out, her feet tripped on the threshold and she fell forward.

Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, hurriedly used his thoughts to stabilize her body, left the space and supported her, "Mom, be careful. My name is Wu Yanzu and I am a friend of Brother Dongfeng."

"Who is it? I'm deaf and can't hear?" The old lady grabbed Xue Ming's arm tightly.

"I'm Brother Dongfeng's friend. Madam, what do you want to do?" Xue Ming said loudly.

"Dongfeng's friend? Dongfeng went out to do errands. The old woman wants to relieve herself. My child, please help me to the yard." The old woman showed a kind smile.

She couldn't go to the toilet in this state. Xue Ming helped her to the door of the toilet, took out a piece of toilet paper from his pocket and put it in her hand.

"My child, please go back to the house first, the old woman stinks when she relieves herself." Aunt Chen actually made a joke.

"I'm leaving first, and I'll come over to find Brother Dongfeng later." After Xue Ming said that, he went directly into the space and went to the house to make a cup of tea to kill time.

After waiting for twenty minutes, she estimated that Aunt Chen was done with it, so she turned on her God's perspective and continued to wait for Chen Dongfeng to come home.

Thinking of the 250 yuan agency fee Zuo Haoyu gave Chen Dongfeng, Xue Ming felt that it was abnormal and worried about Chen Dongfeng's safety.

At dusk, Chen Dongfeng came back carrying the sack. He walked into the yard and smelled the smell. He turned around and saw the poop next to the toilet.

He put down the sack and picked up a shovel to shovel the shit. He carried the sack to the main room, opened the sack and took out a piece of pork. "Mom, my child is paying homage to you by buying meat. You touch it."

Aunt Chen touched the flesh and smiled from ear to ear. Chen Dongfeng took out another candy bar from his pocket and put it into her mouth, "Mom, eat the candy. It's very sweet."

"Sweet, so sweet!" Aunt Chen gargles a few times and spits the candy into her hand, "Son, you eat it, my mother will have a toothache after eating the candy."

"You eat, I still have some." Chen Dongfeng stuffed the candy into his mother's mouth, then took out the wad of five-yuan bills and counted them.

He still had the same problem, constantly dipping his index finger on his tongue to count the money, and couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Xue Ming also had this bad habit when reading or counting money. Suddenly he felt a little disgusted. Money is still very dirty after thousands of hands.

Drink tea and rinse your mouth. Although Chen Dongfeng is addicted to gambling and is not a good person, he is filial to his parents.

"Mom, I'm going to make braised pork for you." Chen Dongfeng put the two hundred and fifty yuan in his pocket and said with a smile.

"Dongfeng, this is for you." Aunt Chen took out the toilet paper from her pocket, which was the toilet paper Xue Ming gave her.

Chen Dongfeng didn't know where the toilet paper came from, so he put the paper in his pocket without asking, and took the sack to the kitchen to make a fire.

Adding water to the pot to make rice porridge, I sat by the stove and hummed a tune to light the fire. Suddenly I covered my mouth and coughed twice.

After ten minutes, the coughing became more frequent, and the coughing was accompanied by retching.

Feeling sick in his stomach, Chen Dongfeng stood up holding his stomach, and suddenly fell down when he walked to the door.

His body curled up into a ball, he held his stomach and kept retching, "Mom, my stomach hurts, my stomach hurts..."

His voice went from loud to soft, and the old mother in the main room couldn't hear it, and then his body began to twitch.

Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, stared at him. He seemed to be poisoned. Why was he poisoned?

"Money? There's something wrong with that bundle of five-dollar bills?"

Xue Ming's head buzzed and he immediately left the space to save people.

Chen Dongfeng suddenly turned over and lay flat on the ground, vomiting continuously in his mouth, and the vomit was mixed with blood.

Staring at Xue Ming with dull eyes, his body began to twitch violently, and there was no movement in less than two minutes.

"He died from the poison, there is no way to save him!"

Xue Ming put on gloves and walked to him, and took out the wad of five-yuan bills and the piece of toilet paper from his pocket.

I didn't dare to stay at the scene and went straight into the space. I went to the kitchen to get a bowl of water and soak the wad of five-yuan bills in the bowl.

He used his mind to grab a hare weighing about five kilograms from the pasture. He suspected that Zuo Haoyu had poisoned the banknotes.

He held the hare and gently stroked its head, staring intently at the water bowl soaked with two hundred and fifty yuan bills.

Money is not ordinary paper. It cannot be soaked in water or twisted in a washing machine.

After an hour, I took out the money with tweezers and put it on the table, and then put the hare on the table.

The hare was obedient and took the initiative to drink the water from the bowl. When it was full, Xue Ming held it in his arms and continued to stroke its head gently.

An hour later, the hare began to struggle, and the struggle became more and more fierce. It didn't take long for the hare to die in the arms of its owner.

"Money is poisonous, Zuo Haoyu, Zuo Haoyu, you are so poisonous!"

Xue Ming poured out the poisonous water in the bowl, went to the kitchen to get half a bucket of water, and soaked all the 4,750 yuan he got from selling candy in it.

Soak it for an hour, use fire tongs to clip out the money, and then catch two hares weighing four to five pounds and let them drink water. The poor rabbits both died soon after.

"You actually soaked the money with poison. You kid can't imagine such an immoral doctrine. I'll do it to you."

Xue Ming laughed angrily, took a shovel to the foot of the mine, and dug a hole to bury the three hares that died of poison.

It turned out that Zuo Haoyu was already prepared to kill people and silence them. He knew that both Xue Ming and Chen Dongfeng had the habit of counting money with their fingers dipped in saliva, so he poisoned the money.

"High! It's really high! I never thought of such a high-level poisoning method." Xue Ming was convinced and admired.

Zuo Haoyu's motive for killing was very simple. Thousands of kilograms of brown sugar appeared on the black market in the provincial capital. The relevant departments will definitely investigate.

Xue Ming is the supplier. To be more precise, Xue Ming, who wears Wu Yanzu's appearance, is the supplier, and Chen Dongfeng is the seller. As long as these two people die, there will be no evidence of death.

During the transaction just now, Xue Ming asked Chen Dongfeng to help count the money in order to monitor Zuo Haoyu's men, and he luckily escaped.

Later, he felt something was fishy and came to the Chen family to monitor Chen Dongfeng. Through Chen Dongfeng's death, he discovered Zuo Haoyu's murderous conspiracy. Only the world where Chen Dongfeng died was achieved.

Xue Ming took a bucket of water, put two pieces of soap in it, and soaked all the money he got from selling sugar in it.

I looked at my watch and it was already 10:30 at night. I boiled some hot water and washed myself thoroughly, then went to bed.

I got up at 10:30 the next morning to have breakfast, then poured the venom in the bucket into the latrine, put on gloves and laid out the bills in the yard to dry.

The yard was covered with money, including five pieces of ten yuan. The scene was very spectacular. Xue Ming crossed his legs and drank tea.

"There should be no poison in the money. The problem of counting money and dipping it in saliva needs to be corrected. But how should I deal with Zuo Haoyu?"

The old and frail big yellow dog accompanies his owner to show off his money and enjoy the spectacle of the banknotes paving the floor.