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

Maybe it was because she had never experienced a father's love, but this situation deeply touched Song Pan'er.

She will never have this kind of fatherly love that overcomes the survival instinct.

Swallowing her tears, Song Paner shouted loudly:

"Liu Fugen, put the fishing net on your father!"

Liu Fugen's water quality was good. Although his eyes were fascinated by the sand and he couldn't open them, and he choked on the water, he still didn't panic and lay on his back relaxedly on the water.

Under Song Paner's command, he touched the fishing net, then he closed his eyes and randomly wrapped the fishing net around Liu Qiang's neck.

Song Pan'er used her strength and dragged the two of them to the wall.

Because Liu Fugen chose the place where he set the fishing net so well, Liu Qiang rolled his eyes after being pulled over.

Seeing Liu Qiang looking like he was about to die, Liu Fugen was so frightened that he cried loudly and called out the two old ladies.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mrs. Liu hurriedly stretched her head from her yard to ask.

"My dad is dead! Wow~"

Liu Fugen, that naughty kid, held Liu Qiang's head and shook it, stretching his neck and howling.

Song Paner was worried about Liu Qiang. After giving birth to such a child, she would have to worry so much in the future!

Seeing Liu Qiang still struggling to untie the fishing net around his neck, Song Pan'er stopped Mrs. Qian's dangerous behavior of jumping over the wall.

"He's not dead, you don't have to come over."

……

The accident ended with Liu Qiang kicking Liu Fugen in the butt.

Several people didn't have the intention to fish for anything anymore and went home honestly.

At night, the rain that had stopped for a day started again.

The raindrops pattered on the water, like a lullaby.

But Song Pan'er couldn't fall asleep no matter what, she lay on the bed rolling over and over.

Mrs. Qian was about to fall asleep, but she woke her up. She turned around and asked:

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

Song Pan'er answered the question incorrectly and said in a low voice:

"Hey, how does it feel to have parents who hurt you?"

Mrs. Qian felt sad when she heard this.

Her poor granddaughter has a miserable life! Such a cruel pair of parents are really evil.

He took Song Pan'er in his arms, patted her back gently, and advised her earnestly:

"Having two parents who are close to each other can be considered a blessing. In this life, we should cultivate that we don't owe each other anything, so we won't meet each other in the next life."

Mrs. Qian's education level is not high, but what she said is quite skillful.

Song Pan'er's knot in her heart was instantly resolved.

It's not that bad. What they owed themselves in the previous life can be regarded as getting back in this life. From now on, they will not owe each other anything, and there will be no relationship anymore.

After Mrs. Qian said this, she wanted to continue persuading her, but was interrupted by Song Pan'er who was no longer entangled.

"Forget it, it's enough that my breasts hurt."

Song Pan'er crawled into Mrs. Qian's arms again, like a little dog looking for milk, making Mrs. Qian laugh out loud.

After the bad mood dissipated, Song Paner's drowsiness came quickly. She turned over and fell asleep in a short while.

The floods receded only two weeks before school started.

The roads in the village were full of mud. The villagers, who had been worried at home for a month, didn't care about anything and hurried to their fields to look at the crops.

This year is destined to be a year of no harvest.

A large area of ​​the original green gauze tent had fallen down, and the corn stalks being starched were buried in the mud. Only a few corn stalks were still standing upright.

The old farmer who lived on these few acres of land threw himself down in the mud and howled loudly.

However, in the face of natural disasters, what else can we do besides accepting our bad luck?

Farmers who have worked hard all their lives are very resilient. After crying, they wiped away their tears and began to rummage through the mud for corn ears.

Break off this green corn and eat it for a few meals when you go home.

After holding it in for a month at home, Song Pan'er and his grandson also came out to get some fresh air and planned to go to the Hetao to see if there was any big tortoise.

The tortoise didn't see it, but the flood washed out many puddles, with a layer of crucian carp seeds churning in them.

Song Pan'er quickly ran home, took several buckets that she fished out, and called Liu Fugen to go pick up fish together.

After tightening their sandal straps, the three of them jumped into the puddle and started grabbing.

Liu Fugen: "Over there, hurry up, that big one, Song Pan'er is running under your feet."

Song Pan'er: "Nai, I went to your place again."

Mrs. Qian had quick eyesight and quick hands, and a large crucian carp as long as two palms was firmly pressed into the mud by her.

She was grinning from ear to ear, completely ignoring the mud that was thrown all over her body by the fish's tail.

……

The three men caught it all morning and filled six large buckets of fish.

“This fish is wrapped in noodles and fried, so it’s so fresh!”

Mrs. Qian said excitedly.

The skinny old lady who used to be blown down by the wind is now white and fat, with a rosy complexion. The leisurely and comfortable smile on his face shines brightly in the sun.

I was happy when I caught fish, but it was really not easy to pack up these big buckets of fish.

The grandfather and grandson spent a whole afternoon cleaning together before cleaning up a bucket of fish.

"Eldest granddaughter, don't do it anymore. I'll send a bucket directly to your uncle Cheng's family. Then send another bucket to Man Dong's family. Two buckets are too little for Fulgen, so give him another bucket."

Mrs. Qian threw away the scissors in her hand and with a wave of her hand, she transferred all her worries away.

The old ladies from three families who had spent a whole day harvesting green corn in the mud got even more annoyed when they came home at night and looked at the densely packed fish and melon seeds in the bucket.

Song Pan'er didn't know how the other two families reacted, but she saw Mrs. Liu's reaction.

"Aunt Qian, if you have nothing to do, go to the fields with me to pick corn tomorrow. How can you catch fish at your age?"

"They caught so many! It's going to be so hard to clean them up!"

Mrs. Qian ignored her complaints and said with a smile:

"I'll help you pick corn, but I'm kind enough to give you fish to eat. How come you bite Lu Dongbin and don't know a good heart?"

"No, you have to apologize to me!"

Mrs. Liu had no intention of arguing with her and sighed:

"I won't apologize to you, don't mess with me, I'm making trouble!"

Seeing that she was really sad, Mrs. Qian stopped smiling and asked:

"What are you going to do with the green corn?"

"What can we do? Eat a few meals quickly and feed the rest to the pigs!"

Mrs. Liu said very helplessly.

Song Pan'er had never seen such a dejected Mrs. Liu, so she couldn't help herself and came up with an idea.

"Big Nai Liu, why don't you let my Uncle Qiangzi go to the city to sell it?"

Mrs. Liu sighed again and said: "There are not many people buying it. The donkey cart pulls it, and if it doesn't sell a few ears, it has to be driven back."

Mrs. Qian sighed after hearing this: "You can stay at my house. This is not a problem. The main reason is that not many people buy it, and this green corn rice is not easy to sell."

Song Pan'er thought for a while and said with some uncertainty:

"People in this city must have been suffering from the flood for a long time. Maybe they want to eat something fresh?"

Liu Qiang was a little moved after hearing this. Anyway, it would take a lot of effort to go back and forth.

"That's right. I'll try it tomorrow."

The next day he packed more than ten bags of green corn and drove the donkey cart to the city.

He finally caught up with him at the right time. Vegetables in the city had not yet been supplied, and people who had been struggling for a month were still in crisis of water and food shortages.

Seeing his little green corn, he stocked up dozens of them at home and even called his friends.

His small cart of green corn was sold out in less than ten minutes.

This made Liu Qiang very happy.

On the way back, the whip was shaken off and the donkey was driven home. It was not yet noon when one person and one donkey arrived home.

Liu Qiang stopped digging corns in the fields and went directly to the village to buy another cart. Without taking a breath, he took it to the city again.

By the end of the day, Liu Qiang had almost made back all the money his family had spent on seeds and fertilizers.

"Pan girl, when uncle sells out the corn, I will buy you two red-headed flowers to thank you."

Liu Qiang lay on the wall and said loudly.

Song Pan'er, who was giving Pan Pan a bath, rolled her eyes. What a dig, just two red-headed flowers?

"Oh my god~ Then I can thank you!"

Song Paner's weird accent made Liu Qiang very happy.

"Two are not enough? I'll buy you four. Do you think it's a win?"

"Bring it to Liu Fugen! If you put a little red on your head, maybe you will be smarter next time and won't strangle you!"

The smile on Liu Qiang's face froze, and he no longer wanted to be amused, so he went back to the house to scold Liu Fugen.