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

Mrs. Song has been sick since the day she learned that Song Zhigang was sentenced. Coupled with the compensation paid to the Liu family, which took away half of her family fortune, and the villagers who originally spoke to her family, now began to sympathize with the Liu family, the gossip in the village spread to Mrs. Song's ears from time to time.

Mrs. Song, who had always been strong and healthy, could not withstand these successive blows and became bedridden.

Rural areas are generally divided into several classes of families. The upper-class families have more brothers, and no one dares to offend them if they have a higher force value. There are also people who have some abilities that no one dares to bully, such as village cadres and pig-killer Liu Fatty, barefoot doctor Lu Ying, Song Zhigang who fired off cannons in the mountain field, etc.

As a member of a high-class family, when had Mrs. Song been so angry? Apart from having no grandson, she, Song Shiying, has nothing to lose. Now everyone is pushing her against her. Mrs. Liu sits under the big locust tree every day, hooking up with a bunch of old ladies, right? Pointing at her house.

Mrs. Song was so anxious that she couldn't get out of bed.

Song Pan'er is much safer without Song Zhigang at home. We feed chickens and donkeys as usual every day, and now we also feed Mrs. Song.

This morning, after Song Pan'er answered several questions at home, she sneaked to the front hillside avoiding people. After looking around, she quickly pulled out a hemp silk bag from the snowdrift under the big tree.

When the bag was opened, everything came into view, including more than 20 eggs wrapped in toilet paper, a convenience bag of rice, a small paper bag of salt, and a big frozen hard rooster.

This chicken is the big rooster that Mrs. Song searched all over the village a month ago.

Song Pan'er is only six years old. In the past six years, she has always wanted to leave this home. But she is only so old, and she can't even find a place to live without this home.

She thought about her future. She wanted to go to school, then get into college and become a college student. She also wants to make money, make a lot of money, buy a house, and give herself a home with a bed that belongs to her and a dining table. She has not eaten at the dining table yet. Ever since she was a child, she has Squatting beside the stove or in the corner to eat.

Once she had her own home, she went to see her sister to see if she was doing well. If things go poorly, she will take her sister back.

By the way, Song Pan'er also wants to raise a puppy. She really likes the silly little native dog. Mrs. Song disliked the fact that the dogs were useless after eating too much. She almost roasted the puppies given by others and ate their meat. Song Paner fought hard to snatch the dogs away and sent them back. When she got home, Mrs. Song pinched them, and now she is still scared when she thinks about them. .

But all these plans have to wait until she grows up.

But it doesn't matter, the house is relatively clean now, and she can make some plans for her future in advance.

She buried the convenient bag of rice and salt back in the snow, saving these for when she was hungry, and stuffed the rest into the bag. Dragging the linen bag, Song Pan'er went directly around the mountain road to the main road. .

She planned to go to a large market in the countryside to see if she could sell them for some money.

Huaishu Village is four miles away from the village, and Song Pan'er couldn't drag the bag even a mile away.

Shaking her cold and numb hands, Song Pan'er stopped with some annoyance.

Why! What a stupid mistake. She forgot that she was still a child. She was afraid that she would not be able to walk to the countryside while dragging the bag.

What to do? Song Pan'er looked left and right, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

A donkey cart came swaying in the distance, carrying a cart of people. The driver was an old man, wearing a Lei Feng hat, smoking a dry cigarette, shouting "嘚, 车, OH", OU".

Song Pan'er looked at it carefully and didn't recognize it. He must be a fellow villager from the next village. He threw the bag away and went straight to meet him, not forgetting to call grandpa with a cry in his mouth. It looks so pitiful.

Most of the people in the village are relatively simple, and they are often willing to help with small things that come easily.

This old man was such a warm-hearted person that he quickly stopped the donkey cart with a "hmph~" sound, raised his legs and jumped off, causing the ears of the outward-turned Lei Feng hat to tremble up and down.

"Whose little baby is this? What are you doing here on this road? Do you know anyone?" He turned around and asked the people in the car.

"This little kid looks unfamiliar. I don't recognize him. Baby, who do you belong to?" Another aunt came out of the car. She was chubby. She picked up Song Pan'er and rubbed Song Pan'er, who was so cold. Red little face.

"Ugh, grandma, I went to the market to deliver something to my mother. My mother left something at home and just called me to deliver it. Grandma, can you send me to my mother? I can't walk. ”

Song Pan'er didn't answer the question, but she expressed her request eloquently.

"Hey, this little kid is really smart, what he said is so clear, let's go! Hey, that old boss Zhang, be a good person and do a good deed, and give this little kid a ride, so that you can die so that everyone can The green ox will carry you to immortality." The fat aunt didn't think much, she just hugged Song Pan'er and got into the car.

"Become an immortal? If Lao Zhangtou becomes an immortal, he will also be like that smoking-loving Wong Tai Sin. I choked on this journey and ate a belly full of cigarette ashes." Another aunt in the car took the opportunity to complain.

"What kind of fairy can you be? How can a fairy be as lucky as me? Pulling a car full of beautiful old sisters-in-law, haha. Sister-in-law Huang doesn't like eating my cigarette ashes? Then do you dislike my saliva? Here, hug me!" The old man took it! He picked up Song Paner's bag and threw it directly into the arms of the aunt in the car.

After beating the old man for a few times, he said, "You're a shit-eater, you're full of dirty talk. I'll let your old lady starve you to death and not give you food, so you'll be honest." Aunt Huang was so angry that she cursed a few more times.

Amid the laughter and cheers of the crowd, the old man flicked his whip, and the old donkey swayed forward again.

The countryside is larger than the village, and there are small restaurants and repair shops on both sides of the road. Song Pan'er also saw a two-story building, which she remembered was a supply and marketing cooperative.

In her last life, she went to elementary school in the countryside. At that time, the supply and marketing cooperative was about to close down. It was almost three years later. I remember that it seemed to be converted into an oil pressing factory.

The supply and marketing cooperative is still open now. There is a big red paper pasted at the door, with the words "Collecting medicinal materials: Daoleng seeds, 20 yuan per catty / wild jujube, 1 yuan and 21 catties."

Song Pan'er's eyes lit up and she found another way to get money.

Daoleng seeds are praying mantis eggs. Praying mantises are called "Daoleng" in the northern dialect, and some are also called "Daolang".

"Daoleng" often produces seeds on the wattle bushes used for planting beans on the mountain. Villagers pick them off and put them in their pockets, and store them on the window sill outside their homes.

It is said that they are saved, but in fact they are either blown away by the wind, or blistered by the rain, or the children at home just tear it open and play with it. They can't save a pound in a year, and few companies actually sell it. Cut off the seeds.

Even if the price is high, no one wants to pick this thing specifically. People in the village would rather bask in the sun on the wall than search for this thing in the mountains. The deep-rooted farmers' thoughts are that they think this thing is quite light, so they can look for it all over the mountains and fields. Maybe They couldn't find much, it was a waste of time and they couldn't make any money, and they never thought of giving it a try.

But Song Pan'er, who has been running a small stall for several years, knows the truth best. A little makes a lot. Although it is light, it is expensive.

Three or four Daoleng seeds cost about one tael, and one tael costs two yuan.

What is the concept of two yuan? You can buy two kilograms of rice! Nestled in the arms of the fat aunt, Song Pan'er was calculating and eager to try.

"Here we are, little doll, where is your mother?"

The fat aunt held Song Pan'er in her arms and slowly slid under the car like everyone else around her.

"Grandma, I went to find my mother and I won. Thank you, grandma. Thank you, grandpa. Goodbye, grandpa and grandma!" Song Pan'er stood on the ground, bowed to the fat aunt and the old driver, and said a crisp thank you.

"Hey, go ahead, be careful!" The fat aunt rubbed Song Pan'er's head and warned.

The people who got out of the car looked at the little figure dragging a linen bag in amusement. Whose child was raised like a grown-up? It was really strange.

Song Paner walked around the market and inquired about the market situation. There are two or three egg sellers and one chicken seller.

Song Paner squatted next to a stall selling frozen pears, spread her bag flat on the ground, and placed the eggs and big rooster on top.

When she opened the eggs wrapped in toilet paper, Song Pan'er was dumbfounded. The eggs were frozen and cracked. What should we do?

It's no wonder that after being buried in the snow for half a month, the eggs can't freeze and crack. Alas~ Weasels bite sick ducks, and Song Pan'er wants to cry but has no tears.

Forget it, sell it cheaper! Originally I only planned to be a dime less per kilogram than others, but now I can't.

"It's cheap, an egg is 1 cents, and a big rooster is 1 yuan! Come and buy it. If you miss it, this is the only store in this village." Two little hands were inserted into the cuffs, and they shouted out with ease. . She has experience in this job. In her short life in her previous life, she ran a small stall for three years.

Normally, an egg would cost about two cents, so she just folded it in half. Big Rooster is also two yuan cheaper than others, so he is willing to give it all. He has no capital anyway, so he makes money no matter what.

Song Pan'er's yelling frightened the old man selling frozen pears. He thought someone's child was waiting for adults here. Unexpectedly, the little baby was being pushed around, and after poking for a while, A small stall was also set up here.