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

Song Paner hid the Daoleng seeds in the snowdrift again.

After turning it over, the sugar bottomed out immediately. Next time I have to go to the village fair to buy some.

I took out some rice and salt, turned around and went home.

After returning from the city, Mrs. Song was always angry and only made her work but refused to let her eat.

Song Pan'er couldn't help it. The little bit of confidence she had hidden before was almost eaten up by her in the past few days.

He stayed in front of the stove in the side room, secretly cooking porridge with the remaining fire at the bottom of the stove.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get. This damn old woman has gone too far. Do you want to starve her to death? No, we can't go on like this.

After Mrs. Song finished her meal, she sat on the edge of the kang, put on her shoes, and called Song Pan'er to come in and clear away the dishes.

"You can't see at all. Can't you hear that you've finished your meal? You have to be ordered to move." As he said this, he wanted to pinch Song Pan'er.

Song Pan'er held up the plate in her hand to block Mrs. Song's hand. The body gradually swayed,

"Don't move, I'm dizzy~"

"Crash!" As Song Pan'er fell to the ground, the plate and rice bowl in her hands fell to pieces.

"Oh, you damn bastard, you damned thing, this bowl has been smashed!"

Seeing Mrs. Song opening her hands and rushing towards her, the "weak" Song Pan'er ran towards the door quickly and unsteadily.

"Grandma, don't hit me, I'm so hungry that I can't stand still!"

"Hey~ You damn bastard, come back here. If you don't think you have enough to embarrass yourself, come back quickly!"

Seeing Song Paner running to the door, he was about to open the door and go out.

Mrs. Song was very anxious. This damn girl wanted to make trouble all over the street.

"Come back, I won't beat you, and I'll let you eat. Come back quickly!"

Mrs. Song chased her out of the hall door, holding on to the door frame and shouting.

"You really won't hit me? Are you still letting me eat?" Song Paner put her hand on the door handle and asked "weakly".

"I'll let you eat. You can eat what's left in the pot!"

After saying that, he added in a harsh voice: "Be careful not to choke to death!"

Song Pan'er's goal was achieved, and she didn't care about Mrs. Song's curses, and went to eat happily.

Looking at the broken bowls on the floor, Mrs. Song was heartbroken. These bowls were all old objects. She only had these as a dowry. She saw that there were very few without cracks, and now another one was broken.

Mrs. Song didn't worry for too long when the phone at home rang.

Ma Xijuan's cheerful voice came from the phone: "Mom, I'm pregnant with a boy. I'm looking for someone to look at it today."

"Oh my god! Really? Are you sure? Is he really your grandson?"

Mrs. Song couldn't care less about the bowl. My long-cherished wish came true, and I was so excited that I didn’t know what to do.

"Juan'er! You're taking good care of yourself at your parents' house! I'll go to the city and tell Gangzi one day."

Speaking of Song Zhigang, Ma Xijuan felt a little depressed.

It's a pity that Gangzi couldn't hear about this great news even in prison.

Mrs. Song put down the phone and immediately wanted to go out and show off.

Looking at Mrs. Song's Le Dian Dian's back, the food in Song Pan'er's mouth no longer tasted good.

Mrs. Song had a happy event, and she was in a good mood these days and did not find fault with Song Pan'er.

Song Pan'er went to school as usual, selling Daoleng seeds, and she found a new way to make money.

Most of the children in the village are used to being wild. Now that they are put on a rein, how can they be honest?

Eighty to ninety percent of these students who have just entered first grade do not like to study. The homework given by the teacher every day has become a big problem for them.

The homework given by the teacher may be just copying the text or copying some new words. For such a simple homework, they may have to postpone it until very late, and then light up the lamp to stay busy writing.

At home, parents beat them, and when they go to school, teachers scold them, which makes these children who don't like to do homework very distressed.

In this way, Song Paner's small business was opened again.

For a day's homework help, Song Pan'er can finish it in three to five minutes for just a dime, and almost earn one or two yuan every day.

As the number of people asking her to do homework increased, Song Paner had other ideas.