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

"When the flood comes, anything can come over. There was a flood a few years ago, but it wasn't as big as this one. A big tortoise came over from the big reservoir in the north. It was bigger than Pan Pan."

Mrs. Qian also stood on the ladder, leaning against the wall and looking out.

"The terrain here is high, and the water will definitely recede first. Then I will take you there to have a look, and maybe you can pick up a big tortoise."

Mrs. Qian is eager to try.

Life was going smoothly, and she was free to play, and her relaxed eyebrows looked a bit younger.

"Okay!"

Song Paner was looking forward to it with great anticipation.

Mrs. Qian warned again worriedly:

"You can't go out now! Our yard is paved high, so the water is not deep. The water outside the yard will reach your chest. If you can't stand still, you will have to fall into the water. Then it will be like that person who can't turn over and carry it on his back. You bastard, you can’t even stand up.”

Song Pan'er: "I know! I won't go out, so I'll just stand here and take a look."

After watching Mrs. Qian return to the house, she continued to look into the distance.

She had watched the flood for so long that she had a dream at night.

She dreamed of a huge turtle carrying her on the river to pick up money.

One hundred here, fifty there, her arms were sore from picking them up. In the end, she picked up everything over fifty, and only picked up hundred-dollar bills.

Until she picked up a wallet full of hundred-dollar bills, the bastard suddenly turned over, and she was trapped underneath, unable to get out of the water no matter how hard she struggled.

Finally she was awakened by her own rapid breathing.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a big white fluffy dog ​​sitting on her chest with its tongue hanging out.

"Oh my god! You crushed me to death! You stinky dog."

Song Pan'er struggled to lift Panpan down, lay on the kang and took several deep breaths before finally catching her breath.

Song Pan'er drank a large bowl of rice porridge and side dishes for breakfast and burped loudly.

Thinking of her dream of picking up money last night, she went out to watch the flood again.

Overnight, the water level rose again.

The water surface has submerged the dike and is connected with the stagnant water in the village.

After the water in the river spread out, the flow was not so fast, and the things washed down were deposited not far from Song Pan'er's home.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are even strips of foreign cigarettes and wheat beer.

Maihua beer is not beer, but a carbonated drink, and Song Paner quite likes it.

His interest suddenly aroused, Song Paner climbed down from the wall, leaned on the glass of the west room and shouted:

"Mom, my father left that fishing net in the old house, can I take it out and play with it?"

"Let's play, let's play, be careful not to fall into the water!"

Mrs. Qian placed a playing card on the kang and said without raising her head.

Song Pan'er got her mother's permission and happily went to look for fishing nets in the old house.

The fishing net was well preserved, there was not even a patch of green algae on it, it was clean.

Climbing up the wall again with the fishing net, holding on to the drawstring, Song Pan'er released the fishing net with one move of her arms.

Her technique was truly unflattering. Song Paner caught two red pagodas in her first net.

"Milk, come out quickly, do you see what I caught?"

After shouting, before Mrs. Qian came out, Song Paner tore open one of the cartons and tried to take out a pack of cigarettes.

But the cigarette paper inside had been soaked in water, and Song Pan'er only caught a hand of wet tobacco.

"Oh, what do you have on your hands? Daddy?"

When Mrs. Qian was far away, she saw Song Pan'er's hand holding a gray thing. She was so disgusted that she didn't even want to step forward.

"This is cigarettes, not daddy! Don't talk about things that don't make you rich!"

"Nai, how much do these cigarettes cost?"

Song Paner raised the red pagoda mountain that she had not taken apart again and asked.

Mrs. Qian looked at her angrily and said:

"The cigarettes are only a hundred yuan each, and no one wants them after they've been soaked in water! What's the point of fishing them out? How can you be more stupid than Panpan!"

Song Pan'er smashed it and smacked her lips, what she said was right.

Then he turned around and searched for valuables on the water.

"Over there, eldest granddaughter, bring me the milk."

Mrs. Qian pointed at the dustpan floating over not far away and ordered.

Of course, Song Pan'er quickly obeyed the order, cast the net, and accurately caught the dustpan floating on the water. The net was closed and pulled over.

Mrs. Qian was holding the intact dustpan. She was happy and a little pitiful at the same time.

I don’t know which company is at fault, so new dustpans were rushed out.

Looking at her granddaughter who was eager to try and cast the net one after another, Mrs. Qian didn't say a word, not wanting to spoil her fun.

There is nothing we can do about this natural and man-made disaster, and it would be a waste if we don’t fish it out.

Song Pan'er didn't know her mother's little thoughts, so she cast the net to catch things with great interest as usual.

Song Pan'er was fishing here and there, and a large area of ​​the wall was soaked by the water brought up by the fishing nets.

Looking at the wall, there are already a row of bottles and jars.

Mrs. Qian has been walking for a while, and her precious granddaughter has already picked up a lot of things. She is really a little money fan.

"Ah! Milk, look what this is!"

Song Pan'er fished up a large package with this net. She opened it curiously and took a look. It turned out to be an antique wooden box inside.

Mrs. Qian took it with both hands, shook it, and said with a mysterious face:

"This may be a valuable thing! Come on down, let's figure it out and see how to open the lock."

Song Paner's eyes were shining. Could it be that her good luck had come?

This is a brown-red dowry with the word '囍' hollowly carved around it. I couldn't tell what kind of wood it was made of, I just thought it looked quite noble.

It looks like an old item at first glance, but I don’t know if there is anything inside.

Song Pan'er wiped off the water on the box and put it on the floor of the house. The grandfather and grandson stared at it with good eyes.

"Granddaughter, this wooden box is quite beautiful. It looks like the dowry box for the daughter of a wealthy family."

How about saying that people become better with age? Mrs. Qian couldn't tell her son Chou Yin Mao, but she knew it was a valuable item.

The box is made of small-leaf red sandalwood. If you cut a hole and smell it, you will definitely get a hint of sandalwood fragrance.

Song Pan'er had seen a similar box in Jinyu Pavilion, but she wasn't sure. Song Pan'er's eyes were bright, and she moved her gaze directly to the copper lock in front of the box.

I ran out to find a pair of iron pliers, smashed and pinched the small copper lock on it and opened it.