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

Mrs. Qian tugged on her trousers. She wasn't very concerned, but she didn't let her down. She asked, "What happened?"

"Oh, yesterday, the old farmer next door to my house came back from pulling corns. From a distance, he saw a donkey cart overturned in the ditch at the entrance of the village. When he got closer, he looked, hey, what did you say? That Mrs. Song's mouth was full of blood and she was screaming. , lying on the roadside with his arms and legs spread out! It’s so miserable to look like that!”

Man Dong's mother was like telling a story, and what she said was so emotional.

After hearing this, Mrs. Qian couldn't help but feel a little relieved. This old naughty woman has finally received her retribution. God will collect the debt for my granddaughter.

After Man Dong's mother finished speaking, she kept observing Mrs. Song's reaction.

She looked like, 'Really? That was so good. She felt instantly fulfilled and started to tell Mrs. Qian the next big gossip.

"I'm telling you, there's something else you definitely don't know."

Man Dong's mother didn't get closer this time, but distanced herself a bit and started to show off.

Mrs. Qian also cooperated and asked very actively: "What's going on?"

Man Dong's mother was very satisfied with Mrs. Qian's reaction, and she immediately posted her again.

"How old are Mrs. Song and her second sister-in-law! What are you talking about? She's pregnant, oh my god! Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

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Three days passed quickly, and it was time to pick up the new house certificate.

The grandfather and grandson first went to sign a contract with the cake shop owner and paid a deposit of 20,000 yuan.

Then go to the real estate bureau lobby to pick up the new house book and take it to the bank to apply for a loan.

Song Paner discovered that her breasts were really stupid.

The few times the two of them came to the city to do business, she asked her to sign, so she signed, and when asked to take her fingerprints, she did so. As for what she was signing, she didn't even look at it.

"Nai, if you act like this, you won't even know if someone sells you."

After Song Pan'er finished applying for the loan, she pulled Mrs. Qian out of the bank and laughed at her while pushing the door open.

"This person is already yours. If you don't take good care of my old lady, then if someone else sells me, just sell me!"

Song Pan'er was amused and felt warm in her heart.

The loan will be disbursed after ten days. After the two returned home, Song Pan'er called the cake shop owner again and made an appointment to go to the real estate bureau hall to transfer the property ten days later.

Mrs. Song fell ill after being sent home that day. My waist was so swollen that I couldn't even get up from the bed.

The donkey at home is also very wilted and no longer eats grass.

When a person reaches a desperate situation, he must either fight back or break the pot.

Song Zhigang chose the first option.

When Mrs. Song was well, he never even left the house. This time when Mrs. Song fell, he crawled out of the house.

After crawling back and forth for two or three hours, I finally made two bowls of pimple soup. I bit the edge of the bowl with my mouth and crawled over to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song drank the bowl of pimple soup with tears in her eyes. Looking at her grandson lying next to her who was choking and fussing all the time, she cried silently again. How can she live her life like this?

There are gains and losses. Song Zhigang cheered up when Mrs. Song was injured. He asked others to make a support for him and started going in and out to do things at home.

Ma Xijuan felt uncomfortable when Song Zhigang expanded the scope of his activities.

She still hasn't forgotten the horrific experience of being almost pinned to death. Song Zhigang now has a wheel under his butt and moves faster, which makes her even more scared.

Not caring about waiting for the man to pick her up, that night she collected all her bankbooks, ID cards, household registers, and marriage certificates. After dawn, she carried a few clothes and took a car to the countryside to collect all the nearly 20,000 yuan in property. came out and left.

In the first few days, the Song family's mother and son didn't know anything about it. They just felt that they hadn't seen Ma Xijuan for several days.

They didn't care either, they were already used to her appearing and disappearing all day long.

Until one day, Song Zhigang went to the village chief to apply for disability subsidies.

He dug open the jar and felt inside, but found nothing. The ID card was gone.

At first I thought my mother had remembered the wrong place, so I went to two other places to look for it, but found nothing.

Song Zhigang felt like he was struck by thunder. The little energy he had just raised was completely destroyed by the blow.

Mrs. Song passed out. When she woke up again, she was already taking in too much air and not getting out enough. It looked like she was going to die.

Song Zhigang had no choice but to go find a doctor for his mother again, depressed and struggling.

When Lu Ying arrived, she took her temperature, listened to her heartbeat, and then took an injection of dexamethasone.

"Gangzi! Your mother is very serious! I'm afraid it won't work. Third aunt has tried her best. The rest depends on whether your mother can survive it."

"Third Aunt, where is the money? You can pay for the medicine yourself."

Song Zhigang said with a depressed look on his face and a despairing heart.

"Okay, it's eight yuan in total, I'll take it myself!"

Lu Ying took the money herself, packed the medicine box, and kindly advised: "Gangzi, you have to be stronger, you have to support this family!"

After seeing that Song Zhigang had no reaction, Lu Ying sighed and said:

"Come on, I'm leaving. I'll see your mother again tomorrow."

Then he left with the medicine box on his back.

But she couldn't come tomorrow because Mrs. Song left that night.

The National Day holiday has ended, and Song Pan'er has already returned to school. She only found out about this when she was on the phone with Mrs. Qian.

She was silent for a while, and all she could think about in her mind were the scenes of Madam Song and Song Tianci killing her, and her ferocious face when she scolded herself all her life.

Shaking her head, Song Pan'er changed the topic.

"Nai, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Nai and Mrs. Liu will go up to the mountain tomorrow to pick mushrooms. When you come back from vacation, Nai will make chicken stewed with mushrooms for you."

"Okay, please pay attention to your safety, baby. Carry a walking stick and lean on her for strength."

"Okay, bring the milk."

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Qian dug out the walking stick from the corner of the old house that had not been used for a long time.

I waved it twice with a smile on my face, ready to take it up the mountain tomorrow.

She has to listen to her granddaughter, her granddaughter's words are the imperial edict, and Mrs. Qian enjoys it.