Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

After taking pictures, the two of them didn't hang around and went home holding the statue of the God of Wealth.

When she got home, Mrs. Qian couldn't take any time off and started busy with the housework in the yard.

Pick all the cucumbers, beans and beans you can't eat, cut them into dried vegetables, and save them for winter.

The cabbage you plant is at the time when its core is growing, so you need to water it a little so that it can grow before frost, and then you can harvest the sauerkraut.

In the yard, Mrs. Qian was busy with one item after another, and Song Pan'er in the house was not idle either. She took out a pen and notebook, wrote and calculated for a while, and then started to call the cake shop owner.

Toot—

The phone was picked up within two rings, and the female boss's voice came.

"Hey..."

"Hello, auntie, I'm the student who wants to buy your house."

After Song Pan'er finished speaking, she paused for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "My family said that the price is a bit difficult. I can only pay you a deposit of 20,000 yuan in advance, and you must first sign a purchase agreement and write an IOU."

The female boss paused for a while and made some calculations in her mind. She thought that her family should be able to squeeze out 10,000 yuan, which would be enough to repay the loan.

There was no further hesitation and he readily agreed.

Song Pan'er felt relieved when her boss agreed.

She has more than 20,000 yuan in hand, which is enough to pay the deposit. The rest can be applied for a loan after the house is transferred to grandma, so there will be no problem.

After clearing her mind, Song Pan'er put down her pen, took Panpan with her, and went out to help her water the garden.

......

Ma Xijuan has been sleeping in the side room for many days, but the man still hasn't come to collect the chickens, ducks and geese.

These days, she has been keeping an eye on Mrs. Song's whereabouts, and while Mrs. Song was not at home, she searched everywhere several times.

Except for the West Room where Song Zhigang lived, she found almost everything, but she still couldn't find the money, and she felt very unwilling.

After thinking about it, she bravely went to the west room again, stood at the door of the room and shouted:

"Song Zhigang, I'm going to sue you."

Song Zhigang's originally distracted eyes began to focus, and then became increasingly cold.

"What are you suing me for?"

Ma Xijuan estimated the distance and prevented him from rushing towards her.

"You bought and sold my daughter, and you even wanted to kill me a few days ago. You committed the crime of abandonment and attempted murder."

Ma Xijuan was chatting with Feng Laifeng yesterday. She remembered the crimes Feng Laifeng mentioned so firmly that she could speak them smoothly.

Seeing that Song Zhigang was about to sit up, Ma Xijuan took two steps back reflexively, and then puffed up her chest as if to cover up.

"Let me tell you Song Zhigang, even if you kill me, someone will call the police. I have made an agreement with others. If something happens to me, you will be the first person to suspect."

"I don't want it either. If you give me 10,000 yuan, I won't sue you."

The skin on Song Zhigang's cheek twitched, and he lay back down again with his heart filled with despair.

"You can sue wherever you like! You don't have to risk your life if you want money. It's just right to arrest him, and there will be room for me to eat."

Ma Xijuan was dumbfounded, this...

When the threat failed, Ma Xijuan had other thoughts. While paying attention to Song Zhigang's movements out of the corner of his eye, he started searching everywhere.

The only places in the house where money could be hidden were the boxes and cabinets, the dressing table, the piles at the end of the kang, and the bedroll in front of Song Zhigang.

Ma Xijuan didn't dare to search for Song Zhigang's side. She searched other places but still couldn't find it.

"You stupid idiot is as disgusting as your mother."

Ma Xijuan was disappointed. He dropped these words and ran out.

She didn't run far and stopped as soon as she left the upper room. Walk slowly and leisurely towards the gate.

It's hard to find money at home, and the only way to get the rest is from that dead girl.

Ma Xijuan thought as she walked, that damn girl is living a good life now, living peacefully in Beijing, and I heard that households with five guarantees are even doing business. They are both determined to be rich.

After making up her mind, Ma Xijuan went to the Hetao again.

When Ma Xijuan arrived, Song Pan'er had just snatched Mrs. Qian's job of carrying water and returned with a small bucket to fetch water from the river.

Panpan followed at her feet, and she also had a bag of water tied to her body.

"You damn bastard, pay me back for the milk."

Ma Xijuan reached out and grabbed Song Pan'er and started asking for money.

Song Pan'er had seen her a long time ago and ducked back to avoid her hand.

"How many days have I drank your milk?"

"Didn't you get angry and didn't give birth to a son? Didn't you hold back the milk? Am I drinking your milk? What kind of milk do you want from me?"

Song Pan'er picked up Panpan, who was barking at Ma Xijuan, with a calm look on her face, but her feet were a few steps away from her, ready to run home if she made a move.

"I gave birth to you. Didn't it take any effort to give birth to you? You heartless thing!"

Ma Xijuan took two steps closer, as if if Song Paner dared to refuse, she would take action immediately.

Song Pan'er rolled her eyes, retracted her words that she wanted to continue to criticize, and changed her words: "Where are you selling me the seven thousand yuan?"

Ma Xijuan became even more angry when she mentioned the seven thousand yuan.

"You're hiding that damn thing. Don't talk nonsense. The money they charge has nothing to do with me. You still owe me!"

"Hurry up, give me seven thousand yuan too! The house has been built, you two must have a lot of money now."

Seeing Ma Xijuan's mouth opening and closing, Song Pan'er felt very tired, even a little disgusted.

She felt that the so-called mother in front of her was quite dirty.

Song Pan'er didn't want to be entangled with her anymore and started to divert trouble to the east.

"I must have no money. Do you think that after buying me and building a house, my family will still have money left? But-"

Song Pan'er gasped for air, and Ma Xijuan's heart dropped to the bottom again.

He asked anxiously: "But what?"

"However, I know where Mrs. Song hid the money."

"There is a mezzanine behind the bowl shelf, a jar buried in the northeast corner of the vegetable garden, and there is also a compartment below the box in Mrs. Song's house. Have you found all three places?"

Song Pan'er wanted to steal the family's money before, so she kept an eye on Mrs. Song for a while. Although in the end, her mother's heart was overflowing and she did not take action. But where Mrs. Song hides her money, she has a good reputation.

After Song Pan'er finished speaking, she didn't wait for Ma Xijuan's reply. She took advantage of her to be distracted and slipped away.

When Ma Xijuan came to her senses, she saw only the backs of a man and a dog who immediately turned into the house.

She couldn't care about Song Pan'er anymore. Ma Xijuan had indeed never looked for those places. She had to go home and take a look.

It's hard to get this damn kid's money. After all, the rich lady is here, so it's easier to find money at home.

Ma Xijuan regained her fighting spirit and turned back home full of hope.