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

Mrs. Song waited for the call at home all day.

Logically speaking, Juanzi should call back after receiving the remittance. But half a month has passed, and why is there no movement at all?

I thought about calling back and asking, but when I picked up the phone, I didn't know where to dial, so I had to put it down again.

This Juanzi's family doesn't even have a phone number, so it's really a poor place.

When Song Pan'er arrived home, she saw Mrs. Song's face looking constipated.

"Why just a bunch?"

Seeing the red earth on the kang, Mrs. Song's voice suddenly became louder.

"The firecracker factory exploded two days ago, and there's nothing for sale in the city. The price has increased, six yuan per bunch." Song Pan'er stood at the door of the house, ready to lift the door curtain and run away at any time.

"What? Why don't you go and grab it? You prodigal son! Let's see if I don't beat you to death today. Just stop!"

By the time Mrs. Song chased her out, Song Pan'er had already run to the gate.

She had old arms and legs, that is, she was too young before, and Song Zhigang, the evil god, was around, so she didn't dare to resist, and she kept getting caught and pinched. Now if you want to hit her easily, just dream!

When it was late at night, Song Pan'er hid in the side room and began to secretly count her gains today.

"One hundred, two hundred... six thousand six hundred and ninety-nine yuan and two cents."

"Hey hey hey..."

After counting the money, Song Pan'er couldn't calm down anymore. It felt so good to hold the money in her hands!

Excluding the capital, she earned more than 3,900 today! This was in the 1990s, an era when one cent was worth fifty cents. Many families in Huaishu Village could not earn this amount in a year.

That night, Song Paner slept with her money bag in her arms. She had a dream. She dreamed that she was picking up money on the street. One hundred, ten, and fifty coins. There were several coins every step of the way. This excited her. She picked up money while running. In the end, she couldn't hold it anymore in her arms, so she put the money under her feet, stepped on it, and then picked up the money she could find around her.

When Song Pan'er woke up in the morning and opened her eyes, she thought she was in a dream. Her hands were still moving around and everything was black.

Song Pan'er woke up, suddenly took back the hand that touched the stove pit, and jumped up.

No, where is the money bag? I slept with the money bag in my arms last night!

After rummaging up and down, I finally found it under the quilt. It turns out that yesterday’s dream about stepping on money was real.

Song Pan'er was frightened when she got up, but there would be a bigger fright waiting for her soon!

Mrs. Song had an extremely frustrating day yesterday.

She had been thinking about the two thousand yuan during the day and did not play cards. At night, that bastard bought her such expensive firecrackers again, which made her really angry. When Gangzi came back, he had to give her a good deal, and she couldn't do it without beating her little hooves.

This damn brat is easy to deal with, but what about remitting money? Isn't it because you sent it to someone else?

I have to say that Mrs. Song has found out the truth.

In the morning, Song Pan'er secretly served a bowl of rice. Mrs. Song didn't stop her when she saw it. She glared at her and didn't continue to scold her.

"Just buy the firecrackers! Today you and I go to the post office and ask if the money has been mailed to your mother."

As soon as Mrs. Song said these words, Song Pan'er was so frightened that she almost dropped the rice bowl in her hand. Oh my god, she hasn't had time to deal with the aftermath yet! What to do?

Song Pan'er paused her computer for a moment and said in a hurry: "It's Chinese New Year, is the post office closed? It's useless for you to go today, why don't I go and have a look first? I'll walk to the countryside, and it won't cost you a car." fee."

Mrs. Song thought the same thing. She was not willing to go in such a cold weather.

"Then you should ask carefully. When the money arrives in the mail, can your mother call me? How long has it been? Our phone has not rang."

Song Pan'er: "..."

Song Paner ate her meal quickly and set off. She is not stupid enough to actually walk to the countryside. She is a rich little woman with a huge amount of money. Not to mention paying for the ticket herself, even if her mother does not give her food now, she is not afraid. At worst, she will buy it herself. eat.

The rural post office does not have holidays and is always on duty every year.

After Song Pan'er arrived, he remitted two thousand yuan to Ma Xijuan. I went to the credit union to collect the remaining money and deposited another four thousand.

Looking at the two lines of deposit information on the bankbook, Song Paner smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes. She is a little rich woman, with a savings of fifty-two thousand five thousand. Looking around, how many in Huaishu Village can compare?

Song Pan'er thought happily while walking towards the market. It’s the Chinese New Year, and she has to treat herself well.