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

Song Pan'er has been living really well these days.

After Mrs. Song learned that she had a grandson, she went from house to house all day long, showing off.

Among the houses that had fought in the village, Mrs. Song was also chatting loudly with others at the door of the house, and the sound must be carried into the house.

She had no time to take care of Song Pan'er. These days were the happiest days for Song Pan'er since she was born.

After finishing her homework, Song Pan'er took out an iron box from under the donkey trough in the donkey shed, secretly carried it back to the side room, closed the door, and started counting happily.

Purple-red five cents, brown one cents, red one yuan, green two yuan, colorfully placed on the ground.

"Nine hundred and seventy-one...Nine hundred and seventy-three...Nine hundred and seventy-three and a half yuan, haha, it's paid." Song Pan'er held a pile of bills and smiled so hard that she couldn't see her teeth.

The money in the 1990s was very real.

The buildings in the city are now about 891 square meters. She, Song Pan'er, lives in a building with a square meter.

However, with the money she spent to buy a one-square-meter building, the iron box could hardly hold it. She had to find a bigger one and stuff the money into the pot for the time being while Song Paner went out to look for something to hold the money.

This bag is not good, it is easy to be eaten by rats. If my notes are damaged, there will be no place to cry.

This jar doesn't work without a lid, and neither does that plastic box, which is unstable.

I searched a lot but couldn't find anything suitable to put the money in. So I went back to the side room and looked at the iron box from before. I had an idea.

The previous iron box was a packaging box for snacks, as big as a pencil box.

Song Pan'er suddenly remembered that she had a large aluminum lunch box at home, which was perfect for holding money.

Secretly using the key to open the lock on the cupboard, Song Pan'er felt happy when she saw the lock. Her mother was afraid that she would steal the food, so she put a lock on the cupboard. But what she didn't know was that she had secretly changed the lock a long time ago, and along with it, the keys in the pocket of her cotton-padded jacket had been changed while she was doing laundry.

Opening the cupboard, a smell of aroma hit my face. Ouch, when did Mrs. Song cook meat?

I'm afraid she did it while she was in school. I really don't understand why she still eats it secretly. Do you eat it openly and I dare to snatch it from you?

Song Pan'er was a little puzzled. The old lady's current behavior was a bit of a mystery.

In fact, Song Pan'er thought wrong.

In the past, Mrs. Song had a powerful executor named Song Zhigang.

But now, the old woman is the only one in this family. She can't catch up with Song Pan'er even if she wants to. If she is not careful, the whole village will know about it, and they dare to scold my old woman. I will make them look good when Gangzi comes back.

Mrs. Song is very good at sizing up situations, and when dealing with Song Pan'er, she is prepared to temporarily put her edge aside and act in a low-key manner.

Song Pan'er looked at the braised pork in the cupboard and smacked her lips, feeling greedy. He rolled his eyes and realized that he had it. He poured the braised pork into the big lunch box and took it to the side room.

After a while, he came in with a handful of chicken feathers and a cat in his arms.

I wet the cat's feet with water from the washbasin, stepped on a few footprints in the cupboard, threw a handful of chicken feathers in, looked at it, and traced the cat's footprints a few times, and drew the toes. The ones are sharper.

Qi Huo locked the cupboard and ran to eat her braised pork.

When Mrs. Song came back in the evening, Song Pan'er had eliminated all evidence, even washed the lunch box, packed it with money, and hid it under the donkey's trough.

"Ah~ Something strange happened, you damn bastard, come here!"

When Song Pan'er heard Mrs. Song's voice, she threw the pen on the stove and ran up to the room. She really wanted to see Mrs. Song's excitement!

"What's wrong?" Song Pan'er put away the gloating on her face, pushed the door open and asked.

"Did you hear anything going on in the side room?" Mrs. Song's legs were shaking a little, and she was holding on to the washbasin stand as if it was about to fall over.

"No! What's wrong?" Song Pan'er asked confused.

"Ouch~ Look at the cupboard. It's locked properly. Wong Tai Sin must have appeared again. All the braised pork in the cupboard is eaten by Wong Tai Sin. There are sharp footprints all over it!" Mrs. Song couldn't hold on. Stop and finally sit on the ground.

"No, Wong Tai Sin thinks I didn't pay tribute to him! Girl, you can braise the piece of frozen meat hanging in the well! My filial piety goes to Wong Tai Sin."

"Wong Tai Sin has eaten meat today, and he definitely doesn't want to eat it anymore. You have to pay tribute in a few days to satisfy Wong Tai Sin."

"Yes, yes, we'll do it in a few days, and what, you move in today. You and I live in the same room." Mrs. Song was so scared, why are there so many weird things this year! She needs someone to cheer her up, otherwise she won't be able to sleep at all today.

"Why are you staring at me? Come if you are asked, and I can use you! You are full for nothing." Mrs. Song became angry in embarrassment.