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

The last period in the afternoon is physical education class, free activities, but students are not allowed to go back to the classroom.

Song Pan'er had been dazed beside the playground, still holding her big bag in her hand.

"Song Pan'er, bring me a pack of 'Good Wife' and a fruit peel tomorrow." Wu Gang, a classmate in the same class, ran over happily.

It's a pity that his smile didn't receive an enthusiastic response, and Song Pan'er was a little sad now. It's terrible to be uneducated. Her life in her previous life was short and monotonous, so she didn't even know some basic common sense of life. She will have to use her brain better in the future and not just rush forward without taking things for granted.

Why! How long are you going to have to carry this pile of money with you?

Song Pan'er couldn't bear it anymore and decided to take leave tomorrow. She had to go to the city to apply for an ID card.

She was going to have a nervous breakdown with this money. She was afraid of being discovered by her mother at home, and afraid of being discovered by her teachers and classmates outside. She was really on tenterhooks all the time.

When students are students, students who study well are really treated with special attention; if they study well + look good, their teachers will be responsive to requests; if they study well + look good + have high emotional intelligence, they are kings and invincible.

Bai Yuanyuan didn't even ask Song Pan'er why she asked for leave. She just waved her hand and approved. Song Pan'er easily got the leave.

Fortunately, she got a leave of absence. When Song Pan'er arrived at the police station, she found out that the person who took the ID photo also had weekends off.

But there is a bigger problem lying in front of Song Paner.

Her age does not meet the requirements for applying for an identity card.

After all, she was careless.

When people are pushed to a certain level, they will develop unlimited potential.

Song Pan'er really had no choice but to go astray and let someone pretend to be her guardian to open an account.

I went to the wholesale market and hired a guy who looked a bit like Song Zhigang for fifteen yuan and asked him to wait in front of the rural credit union.

He returned home and stole Song Zhigang's ID card and his family's household registration book.

She wanted to see if she could get away with it.

The banking procedures at this time were far less rigorous than those of later generations.

Even more fortunately, the girl in front of the credit union is off, and the person on duty today is a middle-aged man whom I have never seen before.

The staff looked at their ID cards and glanced at 'Song Zhigang' next to Song Pan'er, and then started the deposit process.

Song Pan'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She finally deposited the money before the credit union closed.

Like falling into a basin of cold water in summer, her whole body and mind felt comfortable. Song Pan'er finally had a good sleep that night, despite Mrs. Song's loud screams.

However, there was an episode when she was saving money. She saved a total of 48,500 yuan. Seeing her saving so much money, the staff member was extremely curious and asked how she earned the money.

Song Pan'er got ahead of 'Song Zhigang' and lied that her grandmother had just died in a car accident and this was compensation.

Her grandma had to celebrate her birthday yesterday, and today she was said to be dead. She felt a little sorry for her grandma.

After so many days of hard work, it’s finally the weekend.

When Song Pan'er woke up in the morning, she was boiling hot water for washing her face, smacking her mouth. She had just caught up on her sleep last night, and she seemed to have forgotten something.

The meat left in her well was cooked the night before, and her milk seemed to be in the cupboard again.

I spent the whole day yesterday and forgot all about it.

But it’s okay, it’s winter, the meat won’t go bad if left for a day.

After Mrs. Song finished her meal, she put down her chopsticks and went out to play cards.

Before leaving, he also told Song Pan'er:

"Damn you bastard, the glass hasn't been wiped for how many days, as well as the bed sheet, door curtains, etc., all the people at home who are looking at me have to wash them all for me. And the stack of firewood is so short, it's so ugly just by looking at it. There is nothing to burn the kang, so go up the mountain and pick up some branches."

"I've always been lazy, and I don't know what the point of going to that crappy school is. I have nothing to do, and this big guy can't do anything."

While chattering, he walked away.

Song Paner took the key and opened the cupboard at home. Looking at it, I almost didn't spit it out.

The bowl of braised pork she made was placed in the middle of the cupboard, with small paper figures kneeling around it, with her name "Song Shiying" written on it.

Some of the paper figures were not kneeling, some were lying down, and some were lying down. It was very fun to watch.

Song Pan'er repeated his old tricks, and in the end, he stepped on every villain.

After eating meat, Song Paner finally had the strength to work.

First, I boiled a pot of water, took out Mrs. Song's bedding, washed it, and hung it to dry. Then I washed the bed sheets, curtains, and door curtains and dried them all over the yard.

He straightened his back and then wiped the glass again.

Song Pan'er has been doing this set of work since she was five years old. Now she is not only very good at it, but she is also doing it decently.

By the time everything was packed up, it was already past one in the afternoon, and all the meat from the morning had been digested. Song Paner packed a box of matches and two sweet potatoes, and went up the mountain with a sickle and a rope.

The mountains in front of her house are huge, one after another, stretching for several miles. The surrounding villages are built around these mountains.

The snow that fell a few days ago has not melted yet. It creaks when you step on it.

In the woods, we often hear pheasants cawing "clucking". If we get even slightly closer, they will be frightened and fly up, flapping their wings and making the branches fly around.

Pheasants are no better than domestic chickens. They can fly directly from one mountain to another, so it is not easy to catch them.

Some people in the village used corn grains soaked in medicine to catch pheasants. Song Pan'er felt that the medicine would end up being eaten back into the person's stomach. Why bother? Diaphragm response is severe.

After digging out an open space, Song Pan'er first lit a fire. When it was about to burn out, she threw the two sweet potatoes she had brought in and ignored it. There’s snow everywhere and there’s no need to worry about fires.

Taking the sickle, she cut off the surrounding branches that she could reach, slowly gathered them together, tied a small bundle and stopped drying.

As long as you can fool around with the business.

Pulling away the ashes, the sweet potatoes were roasted black and steaming. I flipped my hands around, broke it open, and took a bite. The unique aroma of roasted sweet potatoes spread in my mouth, and I was extremely satisfied.