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

Mrs. Liu next door actually came in by herself, and Mrs. Qian was shocked.

"Oh my god! You scared me to death!"

Song Pan'er on the other end of the phone was anxious, "What's wrong? Milk?"

Regardless of scolding Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Qian quickly said: "Nai is fine. Your grandma Liu next door is here. You go and have a good meal! Nai died first!"

As soon as Mrs. Qian hung up the phone, Mrs. Liu came over excitedly.

"You bought a store? What kind of business are you going to do?"

Mrs. Qian couldn't help but glared at her and said, "You old thing, what do you want to eat? Where can I buy a store?"

"Rent it. It should be closer to my granddaughter. She doesn't trust me to live at home by myself. I will live in the city from now on."

As Mrs. Qian spoke, she walked up to the kang, threw off her slippery shoes, and sat cross-legged on the kang.

"By the way, go to the village and ask for me if anyone wants to buy a half-sized pig. My pig is going to be sold."

Mrs. Liu followed her unceremoniously onto the kang, wearing socks with a hole in her big toe.

"Oh, then you have become a city citizen! That's amazing!"

"When are you going? Oh my, this food is still a bit salty!"

Mrs. Liu pulled the bamboo basket on the kang, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and started eating them unceremoniously.

"Whenever the pigs are sold, I will go there."

Mrs. Qian also picked up a few melon seeds, peeled them slowly, and put them in a plastic bag next to them.

Mrs. Liu watched Mrs. Qian lowering her head to peel melon seeds. She rolled her eyes and said tentatively, "How do you sell them? Hairy pigs are not expensive, only one yuan per catty."

"One yuan and twenty one pound. If no one buys it, I will kill it first and sell it separately."

Mrs. Qian has also been walking around the village these days. She is also aware of the prices and has not been fooled by Mrs. Liu.

In fact, the price of one dollar and twenty one pound is considered cheap. If you don't rush and sell them separately, you can get forty or fifty yuan more.

Mrs. Liu also thought of this and wanted to make money. She got off the kang and put on her shoes neatly and said:

"Then sell it to me! I'll go home and find my son to catch the pig and weigh it."

......

Mrs. Qian is selling pigs here, and the Song family is also selling things.

However, what Song Zhigang was selling was a bit special, and he was selling miserably.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, come out to judge! I'm so disabled, and Guo Changgen still doesn't give me a disability certificate! This bastard, he's not a human being~"

At the front door of the Song family, Song Zhigang knocked on the chicken bowl and shouted.

It attracted people all over the street.

"He just resents me for leaking the scandal between him and Feng Laifeng, and he refuses to issue me a certificate. How can such a beast be the village chief!"

Song Zhigang hastily organized Mrs. Song's funeral a few days ago, holding her son and crying loudly.

After crying, he gave the villagers a bargain on his land and sold his old donkey for more than 1,700 yuan.

In addition to the 200 yuan in Mrs. Song's box, the total is less than 2,000 yuan. This is all his wealth.

Apart from that, the only thing left is Mrs. Qian’s five-guarantee household certificate.

Looking at this little family fortune, Song Zhigang wanted to cut Ma Xijuan into pieces.

Reluctantly, he ran to Man Dong's house and called the police. He must make Ma Xijuan spit out the money and then let her go to jail.

But things went counterproductive. The police who answered the phone said they had nothing to do.

This is a family dispute, and you can only go to court to file for divorce and apply for redivision of family property.

Song Zhigang was powerless, and it was extremely difficult for him, a semi-literate person, to sue.

In desperation, looking at his son lying in the crook of his legs, he could only go to Guo Changgen to apply for disability subsidies, hoping to make some progress first.

Otherwise, the little money the family has, not to mention sending their son to school and marrying a wife, is almost not enough to buy goat milk.

But this Guo Changgen, after repeated push and pull, refused to let him go, saying that he had been in prison, had a criminal record, and did not comply with the regulations.

He sat on the bottom support and slid back home from Guo Changgen's house. The skin on his wrists was raw.

Looking at the bright red wrist, he became angry, picked up a basin and began to knock it.

This is a matter of gathering a crowd to do misfortune.

However, Song Zhigang's tragic sale only gave the village something to talk about under the big locust tree.

Guo Changgen didn't show up at all. He just wanted everyone to see what would happen if he offended him.

This farce has no effect, and Song Zhigang is still unable to apply for disability subsidies.

At night, Song Zhigang looked at his crying son, thought about it, and made a major decision - he was going to the city to ask for some money.

Those who want a small amount of money are also beggars, and you can often see them on city flyovers or commercial streets.

But there is another thing that makes Song Zhigang very difficult.

What should I do with my son? Do you want to go begging for food with yourself?

This guy is sleeping in the open, and his son is so young. If he catches the wind and catches a cold, he may not be able to survive.

Song Zhigang stared at the roof and thought about it all night.

I woke up early and made some rice soup for my son, then put him in the crook of my legs and slid the bottom support out of the house.

There are dirt roads in the village, and it is very inconvenient for Song Zhigang's bottom bracket to slide, and the wheel is often stuck by pebbles.

By the time he arrived at the Loop, he was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

He gently placed Song Tianci at the door of Mrs. Qian's house, turned around and hid behind a stack of firewood not far away.

Song Tianci was sleeping well at first, but just now the bottom of Song Zhigang's leg was sliding up and down, as if Mrs. Song was holding him to sleep.

Now his whole body was quiet and he was placed on the cold ground. He woke up all of a sudden, opened his mouth and cried loudly.

Hearing his son's cry, Song Zhigang, who was behind the stack of firewood, put his wrist on the ground and then pulled it back.

Staring straight at the courtyard door, he was too cruel to step forward.

Song Tianci cried for five or six minutes, but there was still no movement in the yard. Song Zhigang couldn't wait any longer.

He leaned on the ground and slid over, trying to look into the yard through the crack in the door.

As soon as he lay down on the door, the door of Liu's house next door opened.

"Hey~ Where did the potato mother and son come from? What are you doing by breaking down the door of someone's courtyard?"

Ever since Song Zhigang became paralyzed, Mrs. Liu was very proud. The whole village said that Song Zhigang had suffered retribution and deserved to be paralyzed on the bed!

In addition, the dead old woman has also traveled westward. She is now worried about how to get angry in front of this dog who wants to kill her grandson. Song Zhigang just arrived at her door.

Mrs. Liu was attracted by Song Tianci's cry. When she saw it was Song Zhigang, she opened her mouth and immediately said nothing good.

The phrase "potato mother and son" originally describes a person who is short, but Song Zhigang was not short before, but now he is sitting cross-legged on the bottom bracket, so he is not a dwarf.

Don't slap people in the face when you hit them, don't expose their shortcomings when scolding people. What Mrs. Liu said was damaging enough.

"Hey! You don't want to rely on someone else's money, do you? What? You want to sell the son you finally gave birth to to someone else?"

Song Zhigang was so angry that he wanted to throw a stone on the ground at her, but his hand just scratched the stone weakly and did not pick it up.

Mrs. Liu felt even more happy when she saw this, she clapped her hands and burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, you murderer, have you been punished? Let me tell you, Mrs. Qian asked her granddaughter to take her to the city. You want to stick to her, but there is no way!"

"You are such a paralytic that you can't even support yourself even if you have a son. Just wait to die alone in the gutter, bah~"

After Mrs. Liu finished speaking, she closed the door with a bang.

Song Zhigang punched the ground with hatred, then struggled to pick up Song Tianci, whose voice was hoarse from crying, and went home.