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

The quarrel that day did not affect Mrs. Song's mood, and she still went out to play cards every day. And she wasn't going to find anyone to help her anymore. She wanted to hire people to farm the land. Money could make all the difference, so she didn't believe that the people in the village wouldn't be tempted.

This morning, Mrs. Song went out as usual. As soon as she left the house, the phone at home rang.

"Ring ring ring... ring ring ring..." The phone rang once, but Song Pan'er didn't answer it, thinking that it wasn't for her, so why should she answer it.

Within ten seconds, the phone rang again.

Song Pan'er was upset when she heard that she didn't clean up the house and went to the side room to read.

After the phone in the upper room rang more than ten times, it finally stopped. I don’t know who was so perseverant.

Song Pan'er didn't know who made the call until the next morning.

Ma Xijuan had no money. She thought she had enough money, but her mother actually asked her to ask for rent, and the rent was for one year. She said that even ten months would not be enough.

She had no choice but to walk another five miles to call and ask for money.

But I called all morning and no one answered. Her mother was urging her hard again. If she didn't pay, she might be kicked out. She was so anxious. I called again the next day, but luckily, someone finally picked up this time.

"Mom, you finally answered the phone! What did you do yesterday? I've been on the phone all morning." Since she knew she had a problem in her belly, Ma Xijuan became more forceful when speaking.

"What's wrong? Juan'er, how is my grandson? I'm going to play some tricks!"

"Mom, your grandson is starving and thin. I have no money here. Please wire me some money! There is my natal address in the drawer of the chest of drawers. Just wire it to that address." Mrs. Song's words played right into Ma Xijuan's wish. , she came down along the slope.

"What? Didn't Gangzi bring you two thousand? How long has it been? It's all gone?" Mrs. Song shouted so loudly that the phone buzzed with noise.

"Oh, mom, please keep your voice down, you're making my stomach hurt from your roar." Ma Xijuan pinched three inches of Mrs. Song's face, which frightened her so much that she immediately looked like a little sheep.

"Hey, okay, I'll whisper, how much does my grandson cost?"

"Please remit another two thousand to your grandson! Hurry up and remit it! I'll hang up first. The phone bill is quite expensive."

"Dudu..." Ma Xijuan hung up the phone.

Mrs. Song no longer wants to play cards. Ever since she lost 10,000 yuan to her neighbor, her family has not much money left. The full amount is only 20,000 yuan. Now her grandson has to leave another 2,000 yuan. Hey~ The grandson is rare and valuable. It's always a waste of money.

Where do I send money? A rural credit union? Mrs. Song seemed to have heard someone say that the rural credit union could not give money to others. At present, the only person in the family who had gone to school was that damn girl. She had to ask her.

"You bastard, where did you die?"

"What are you doing?" Song Pan'er has been listening behind the curtain for a long time.

Her mother is really capable. When I wasn't pregnant with that beast, I made a fuss about her breasts. I also painted cakes for her breasts every day. I always reminded her that if she wanted to have grandchildren, she had to take good care of her body. If she lost money, , that means you cannot conceive a grandson.

Even if the Song family mother and son wanted a son and were dissatisfied with her, they would never abuse her.

Now let alone being pregnant with a golden egg, it would be a matter of wind and rain, and her milk would definitely respond to any request.

"Do you know how to remit money? Where to remit it? You and I will go to remit some money to your mother later." It was rare for Mrs. Song to call her a bastard without even opening her mouth.

"I know, let's go!"

In the 1990s, there were two main methods of remittance: bank transfer and postal remittance.

Most people in the village choose postal remittance.

First, the post office is in the countryside and is relatively close to home. Second, except for the Rural Commercial Bank (that is, the credit union), all other banks are in the city.

They have an inexplicable fear of things in the city, always thinking that the people in the city are fashionable and the dogs in the city are extremely valuable. Didn’t you hear your son’s, baby’s call? When did the native dog raised in the village be called son?

Similarly, the banks in the city must be complicated and complicated.

Because information is transmitted slowly, rural areas at this time are always one step behind cities. People's cognitions are very different, and their attitudes towards cats and dogs are completely different. Cats and dogs in cities are pets, and they are naturally held in their hands. Even if you call someone you love an ancestor, it is still an expression of love.

In rural areas, dogs are used to look after homes and homes, and cats are used to catch mice. Few people put too much effort into taking care of them, and their own children are still kept free!