Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi came back to his senses, but seemed not to have heard what Uncle Feng said. He walked quickly to him and asked, "Excuse me for a moment. Do you know what happened at Sister Liu's house?"

Although the new house has been built, why is Mrs. Liu still determined to die?

Uncle Feng often travels to various villages and towns, and he earns tips by bringing things in demand to various households, which is equivalent to a modern courier.

Visiting many people every day, Uncle Feng really knows a lot of gossip.

Zhao Zhizhi is now the village head, and Uncle Feng will give her three points of noodles even if he is in a hurry.

Thinking of Sister Liu's tragic experience, Uncle Feng sighed first, and then said slowly: "She is a miserable person. At first, she was bought from a neighboring village to be Liu Quan's child bride. Liu Quan was mentally ill since he was a child, and Mr. Liu They passed away one after another, and Sister-in-law Liu was pregnant. She couldn't take care of Liu Quan carefully anymore, and Liu Quan had an accident if she was neglected."

"Since then, Mrs. Liu has been depressed. She always felt that it was her fault. Everyone tried to persuade her, but she just couldn't think about it. She even drank pesticide one night. Fortunately, she was rescued, but the child was gone."

"However, now that the child is gone, everyone is worried that she will commit suicide. Several of her neighbors even took turns keeping watch over her for a period of time. In the end, they thought better of it and decided to live their own lives as a widow."

"Later we found out that she and Liang Pei were secretly in love. Liang Pei was also a poor man and a widower. We were happy to see the two of them together."

Speaking of this, Uncle Feng's tone became much heavier, "It's a pity that God is not kind to me."

He glanced at the expressionless Zhao Zhizhi and said hesitantly: "Liang Pei was beheaded to protect Mrs. Liu when Magistrate Cao came to massacre the village."

Zhao Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat, and boundless guilt suddenly surged in his heart.

Although this matter had nothing to do with her directly, and Mrs. Liu didn't mean to blame her, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart.

Uncle Feng saw Zhao Zhizhi's expression dimming and quickly comforted him: "Girl from the Zhao family, don't think too much. Everyone's fate is determined by fate. Sister-in-law Liu and Liang Pei are destined to have a bad fate. No one can blame them. .”

Zhao Zhizhi twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled uglier than crying, "Thank you, Uncle Feng. Please do your work."

After saying that, Zhao Zhizhi took a few steps to the side.

Uncle Feng knew that it was useless to talk more, so he sighed again and drove away.

Zhao Zhizhi walked halfway and turned back with concern.

No, she couldn't let Mrs. Liu continue to degenerate.

After suffering so much, we should cherish life even more. If we just give up, then the suffering we have suffered before will become a joke.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhizhi quickly quickened his pace.

When she got to Mrs. Liu's house, she sat back on the ground. Zhao Zhizhi had known for a long time that her illness would not have become serious so quickly, and even if it was delayed, it would last about half a month.

The reason why it became like this is because Mrs. Liu deliberately caught cold, which made her body's resistance weaker and weaker.

Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but stepped forward to help Mrs. Liu up, and half-forcibly helped her into the house under her surprised gaze.

Seeing the bed in front of her, Mrs. Liu finally remembered to struggle, "Ahem, village chief, you don't have to worry about my life or death. You can leave quickly. It won't get better after you're sick."

It's a pity that she has no strength now because of illness. In addition, Zhao Zhizhi has already developed a strong body. Even if Mrs. Liu is in good health, she may not be able to shake Zhao Zhizhi.

"I am the doctor, you are the patient, and the patient must listen to the doctor." Zhao Zhizhi pursed his lips, half-carried Mrs. Liu to the bed, and wrapped her tightly in a quilt.

Mrs. Liu looked at her with her eyes open, tears falling involuntarily, "Girl from the Zhao family, you don't have to pity me. I won't live for a few more years at my age. Leave early and worry less. Even if you are good to me now, wait. If you leave, I will continue to ruin myself."

After a while, tears filled her cheeks, and her tone became a little more desperate, "Actually, you shouldn't have come. People like me can only grow old alone. As long as there is someone who wants to be with me, If I get close to him, he will be killed by me. I should have accepted my fate a long time ago. Brother Liang was killed by me. I am sorry for him."

Sister-in-law Liu was mumbling with dull eyes, and her tears kept pouring out as if the floodgates had been opened.

Zhao Zhizhi closed his eyes tightly and strode forward.

With a "pop" sound, Mrs. Liu's head was turned away by the sudden slap, and her tears stopped abruptly.

While she was stunned, Zhao Zhizhi hurriedly sat by the bed, held her hands, and said seriously: "Sister-in-law Liu, as far as I know, brother Liang Pei lost his life to protect you, so now you are alone." Two lives lost, maybe more.”

Mrs. Liu looked over blankly, as if she didn't quite understand what she meant.

Zhao Zhizhi smiled faintly and continued: "I read this from an ancient book. It says that the kind of life a person lives in this life and the people he meets are all destined. If the person closest to him in this life unexpectedly If he dies, his soul will be attached to the living person, and he will silently protect her and accompany her until she grows old. One day, the two of them can be reunited."

"But if the living people can't think about it and commit suicide, it will cause serious damage to the souls of the dead people, and they may even lose their souls."

Seeing the frightened look in Mrs. Liu's eyes, Zhao Zhizhi continued calmly: "I don't know whether what is written in the ancient book is true or false. I am just telling you to give you a choice. As you said, as long as you persist, Even if I am the Great Luo Immortal, I can’t save your life.”

Having said this, Zhao Zhizhi stood up and walked slowly to the door. As he walked, he said, "I'll give you time to think about it. I'll come back to you tomorrow."

Although Mrs. Liu stopped crying, Zhao Zhizhi was not completely relieved.

She planned to wait until nightfall and let Wei Shao take her to secretly visit Sister Liu's house to make sure she was fine.

People in this era are somewhat superstitious, and Zhao Zhizhi is not sure whether the story he made up is useful.

If Mrs. Liu still insists on seeking death, Zhao Zhizhi will be completely helpless.

"Wait a minute." Mrs. Liu suddenly shouted from behind.

Zhao Zhizhi's feet hadn't even stepped out of the threshold. When she heard this, she turned back almost reflexively, and her eyes seemed to glow, "Sister-in-law Liu, have you figured it out?"

When Mrs. Liu saw Zhao Zhizhi's reaction, she was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud, "Yeah, I figured it out."

Zhao Zhizhi was overjoyed, and ran back to the bed in three steps. Under tension, he spoke intermittently, "You, Mrs. Liu, you are it. So what do you think now?"