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

Song Pan'er, who was the thief last night, got up late this morning. For the first time, she didn't curse anyone. She just rolled the whites of her eyes and stared at her back and forth.

I don't know if the injection given by Lu Ying worked, or if I prayed to Huang Daxian'er last night, I had some sustenance in my heart, and Mrs. Song was really well.

Wong Tai Sin accepted her apology last night, and now he should start to protect her family again.

Mrs. Song had breakfast and was about to go out to visit. She had to go and change the reputation of her family.

By the time Song Pan'er finished eating, the clock struck nine.

Thinking about the big hen in the firewood pile, my hands and feet became more and more agile. I finished cleaning up the housework and hurried up the mountain.

She planned to go to the supply and marketing cooperative today to explore the price first. If everything went well, she would go to the city to sell the old hen.

Song Pan'er dragged half a bag of Daoleng seeds and three chickens, and went to the main road to wait for the bus again.

She didn't act stupid this time, the village was open to buses!

All the villages in this area take this bus to go to the city, four times a day, and this bus will arrive soon in the morning.

"Child, are you taking the bus?" Looking at the little boy who stopped the bus at the entrance of the village, the conductor opened the door, grabbed the armrest beside the door with one hand, stretched out half of his body, and started shouting from a distance.

Seeing Song Pan'er nodding, the conductor didn't waste any time. He picked up the bag, pulled Song Pan'er over, and drove away, as if he was being chased by a ghost.

In fact, it doesn't matter what time you arrive at each village in between for the buses that run through the villages, but you must not be late for the final stop in the city.

They need to sign in and out of the bus station. Once they are late, they will be deducted without negotiation.

As a result, the bus is like a rocket every day. If you don't pay attention, it will swoop past. People in the village who want to take the bus to the city have to come out and wait more than half an hour in advance.

Song Pan'er was luckier and caught up with her when she arrived at the entrance of the village.

"Which station will the child get off at?" the thin conductor asked expressionlessly.

"Get off at the rural supply and marketing cooperative." "Fifty cents"

Song Pan'er took out fifty cents and reluctantly handed it to the conductor. It was so expensive! If this thing doesn't sell, I'm afraid I'll have to walk back on my feet.

Drinking makes people cowardly, but money piles up the aspirations of the poor! Song Pan'er, who was timid and poor, put away her uneasiness and secretly cheered herself up.

Passenger cars are much faster than donkey carts. Last time it took more than half an hour to reach the countryside, but today it took less than ten minutes.

When I got off the minibus, I saw that the red paper collecting medicinal materials was still on the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, which made me feel a little relieved.

Song Pan'er pushed open the door of the supply and marketing cooperative and dragged her linen bag inside.

The supply and marketing cooperative is really not small. In the bright and bright hall after entering, the four walls are covered with counters. There are a variety of things on display, ranging from rice, flour, fertilizer, to needles, thread, and brains.

A young daughter-in-law was leaning on the counter, knitting a sweater and glancing at the TV from time to time.

"Sister, are you still collecting the Daoleng seeds?"

Seeing his daughter-in-law pretending not to see her come in, Song Pan'er repeated her old trick, raised a smile and asked sweetly.

It's a pity that this little daughter-in-law didn't like this, and she wasn't very happy when she heard Song Pan'er calling her sister.

Holding an iron rice bowl, which the wind can't blow or the rain can't catch, I will look smaller, that's for sure.

"Take it! But if it's less than a pound, I won't weigh it for you."

"How much does it cost per pound?" Song Pan'er asked next.

"20, isn't it written on the door? The teacher didn't teach you how to read?"

"Oh, then weigh it for me. There's half a bag here." Song Pan'er pressed her hot face against her cold butt, and the smile on her face became unnatural.

"Wait a minute!" Slowly, the young wife knitted one more time before putting down the sweater in her hand.

After coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Paner had forty yuan more in her pocket.

Thinking of the salesperson's annoying face, she seemed to become amiable.

Her father fired off cannons at the mountain range for thirty yuan a day. Liu Fugen just collected Daolengzi from school, and she easily gained forty yuan more.

This business is going well, and she still has a lot of sugar left. When the sugar is replaced with daoleng seeds, she should be able to save a lot of money, Song Pan'er thought happily.

Even though the next bus was more than two hours away, the fire in Song Paner's heart could not be extinguished.

Squatting on the side of the road, she planned that when she finished exchanging the candy in her hand, she should have a small sum of money in her hand. Could she go to school?

In my last life, the only time I experienced happiness was probably when I was at school during the day. There is no need to think about anything, just listen to the teacher carefully.

She still remembered that some prizes would be given out if she got double hundred in the exam. After six years of schooling, she got six years of pens and notebooks. Although in the end, her mother took them all away and gave them to Song Tianci, but they still had that sense of honor. It cannot be taken away.

Song Pan'er thought about the past and planned the future, her feet were frozen, and the bus finally arrived.