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

"What's wrong with me having money? I have to give it to you if I have money? Why are you coming to my house to cause trouble? If you scare my granddaughter, I'm not done with you." Before Song Pan'er could say anything, the money The mother-in-law came back.

Her footsteps were like wind, separating her from Mrs. Song, like an old hen protecting her young.

"You, you are the old helper. The competition money was paid out when we were still at my house, and this little brat smuggled it here. Do you want to be shameless? You...you ask her to hand it over quickly." Mrs. Song stepped back. He took a step forward and his momentum became weaker. This Mrs. Qian was not easy to deal with.

"Haha, you said you're fat and you're breathing heavily. I'll give your mother's *fuck* and get out of here. If you start trouble again, I'll go to the township government to cancel my subsidy, so you won't get a penny." The old woman stepped forward and pushed Mrs. Song, and started looking for a stick everywhere, just to punish the old thing.

Looking at Mrs. Song who had lost all her shoes while being chased, Song Paner was stunned. Wow, is the new grandma so powerful in combat?

After driving away Mrs. Song, Mrs. Qian was in a good mood as she watched her granddaughter blink her bright eyes and look at her with admiration.

"Come on, come in quickly, grandma will bring you delicious food."

Mrs. Qian opened the door and carefully took out an oil paper bag from the cloth bag she was carrying.

As soon as the bag was opened, the smell rushed into Song Paner's nose.

"Wow! Smoked chicken."

In addition to barbecue, Jincheng is most famous for its smoked chicken. In the past, as soon as wages were paid in the mountain farm, Song Zhigang would buy one and take it home. While drinking and chewing it, the greedy Song Paner sisters secretly swallowed their saliva.

Mrs. Qian broke off a chicken drumstick, put it into her hand, touched Song Paner's head and said, "Go, girl, get on the kang and eat!"

"Grandma, let's eat together."

Song Pan'er broke off another chicken leg and put it into Granny Qian's hand without any refusal. She stared into her eyes as if to say, "If you don't want to eat it, I won't eat it either."

Faced with Song Paner's stubbornness, Mrs. Qian smiled but did not say any words of rejection. After wiping her eyes, she dragged Song Pan'er, climbed onto the kang together, and shared the smoked chicken.

At night, the grandfather and grandson were lying in bed chatting.

The path Song Pan'er paved was highly praised by Mrs. Qian, who said that she was very skilled in Grandpa Qian's craftsmanship.

"Grandma, where have you been today?" Song Pan'er asked curiously, but the answer to her was Mrs. Qian's purr.

Song Pan'er smacked her lips, savoring the smell of smoked chicken, and fell into a deep sleep.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Mrs. Qian finished her instructions to Song Pan'er and was about to go out again. Song Pan'er curiously asked: "Grandma, why do you go out every day these days? What are you going to do?"

"Children, why are you asking so many questions?" Mrs. Qian put the cloth bag on her back, closed the door and left in a hurry.

Song Pan'er sat blankly on the kang for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became. He jumped off the kang, pulled up his shoes and followed him secretly.

"Hey, is Aunt Qian going out again?" There were a few ladies in front of the small shop in the village. They were chatting together and they saw Mrs. Qian coming and said hello.

"Well, let's go out, the ladies are chatting!" Mrs. Qian responded with a smile.

After Mrs. Qian walked over, the other ladies started cricketing again.

"You think this is really strange. In the past, Mrs. Qian could not be seen even a few times a year, but now she shows up in the village every day. Mother Man Dong, don't you think so?"

Man Dong's mother clapped her hands together and said curiously: "It's not that bad. I used to have a gloomy face when I showed up, but now I am smiling."

"Yes! Mrs. Qian did the right thing. After buying this child, her spirit has changed. Hey! Look, isn't that the child you bought? What are you doing like a thief? Woolen cloth?"

"It's probably Aunt Qian who went out and she was trying to follow her. My child followed me two miles away last time and was scared back by me throwing stones."

"Your kids are so cute! Hahaha..."

......

Song Pan'er followed her to the end of the village and saw Mrs. Qian getting on the bus. She couldn't keep up, so she could only go home in frustration.

With nothing to do and no desire to read, Song Pan'er took out a notebook and began to think about the major events that were about to happen in the past few years.

It seemed that nothing major happened in 1997. In my previous life, at this time, I was serving Ma Xijuan at home. She wanted to eat sour apricots from the mountain and asked me to go up the mountain to pick them for her. However, I fell from the tree and sprained my foot. This is barely a big deal. But in this life, Ma Xijuan is thousands of miles away, and it is impossible for me to pick any apricots for her.

After thinking about it, the biggest thing is the big flood next year.