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

On the day of picking up the goods, Song Paner first went to the post office to withdraw money.

Then he went to the store to pay for the goods, and once again carried a bunch of firecrackers back to his hometown.

"Uncle, I have a job at home in a few days, can you take it?" Song Pan'er was covered with a military coat that she found from somewhere. She was wrapped tightly, and she had a big Lei Feng hat on her head. , only showing a pair of eyes.

"What kind of job? Take it!" The man driving in front responded by turning his face away from the cold wind that was pouring into his mouth.

"At the end of the new year, I plan to take some firecrackers to sell in residential areas in the city. I will bring the car and people with me and I will give you fifty a day. Can you do it?"

"Zhong, my family lives in the back street of your school. You can ask anyone casually. My name is Yan Baosheng. Everyone knows it." Yan Baosheng replied happily.

Is there such a good thing? He had originally planned that winter would be over in two days, and there was no business in the market. If he froze to death for one day, he might only make a buck or eighty cents.

"Okay, I'll go to your house to find you then." After Song Pan'er said that, she huddled into her military coat, like a green turtle in its shell.

Putting the goods in the classroom again, this time, Song Paner asked Wang Baosheng to deliver them to the entrance of the village for her. After the three rounds stopped, Song Pan'er got out of the military coat, said goodbye to Yan Baosheng and went home.

Mrs. Song has three major hobbies: grandchildren, playing cards and smoking big pipes.

When Song Pan'er got home, her mother was still not at home. She might have to be sick to stay home.

Quietly putting the military coat and Lei Feng hat she was holding back into the cabinet, Song Pan'er breathed a sigh of relief. It was another day without being caught.

On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, the Kitchen God will ascend to heaven.

Starting from the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, people have been "busy for the New Year", and the New Year flavor in the village has become increasingly intense.

After all the 24 households have been dusted, it's time to go to the market to buy new year's goods.

The aunts and ladies in the village braved the whistling north wind to go to the village fair to buy new year's goods. When they came back, everyone had a sullen face, not as cheerful as when they set out.

When the men in the family asked, they found out that they had not bought the "earth red" used to welcome the God of Wealth on New Year's Eve.

Welcoming the God of Wealth is a very important event. The harvest in the fields in the coming year and whether the men in the family will do odd jobs will all depend on the help of the God of Wealth. Without the "earth red", will the God of Wealth notice his own home?

This has messed up the plans of the aunts and ladies. They don't even care about "Twenty-eight, make noodles". Instead of making noodles at home, they rush to the shops in the village every day to find Dadihong for them.

Song Pan'er has been waiting for this day.

On the morning of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Song gave Song Paner five yuan for the first time and asked her to buy three bunches of "earth red".

Song Pan'er secretly pouted. In the past, it cost two yuan to buy a string every year. You still want to buy three strings for five yuan. You are really calculating.

"If you don't go, you can't buy it!"

"Damn girl, go to the city and have a look. There must be something for sale in the city." Mrs. Song put the money into Song Pan'er's hand.

"What if that's not enough?"

"Okay, okay, I'll give you another piece." Mrs. Song thought for a while, then endured her heartache and stuffed another piece into her mouth.

Forget it, it’s still important to welcome the God of Wealth. Things are not going well at home this year, so we have to take advantage of the bad luck. My grandson will be born next year, and I will be prosperous.

"You won't pay me for the ride? How can I go to the city?" Song Pan'er was so angry that she didn't want to pay for her life. Regardless of the fact that Mrs. Song was still worried about the dollar, she stabbed her in the heart again.

"I really want a debtor, I'll give it to you."

Song Pan'er took the ten yuan she gave her and went out in good faith.