The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

The eldest brother was woken up by the clanging sounds in the kitchen and couldn't even take a nap. He was really annoyed.

I got up from the kang and was about to have breakfast, but I heard a "Hey Hey~" sound coming from my mother's room. It seemed like she was calling me, but the door was closed and I couldn't hear it clearly. I was afraid that I had heard it wrong, so I prepared to go and check it out.

When I opened the door, I saw my mother's eyes wide open, staring at me. I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. I couldn't help but reflect on what was going on. It seemed like she hadn't done anything wrong recently.

The old lady's eyes fell on the kang which was closer to her and motioned for the eldest son to sit there.

But I didn't dare to sit too close, so I covered my chest with my hands, took a few steps forward cautiously, and sat a little further away.

The old lady was a little unhappy. What happened to her eldest son? He just said a few words, but she still ate him.

Her mouth immediately pouts, and the eldest brother quickly moves forward upon seeing this, and the old lady's expression finally eases up.

"Have you put up all the talismans I asked you to put up?"

Every day I lie down with nothing to do, and I can only think about these things. These are all bought with money, and they must not be wasted. My two sons don’t quite believe this, and they can’t just throw those things away.

The eldest nodded and said, "The second one posted it last night."

The old lady's heart, which had been relieved, suddenly became worried. Her second child had been afraid of the dark since he was a child and had only gotten better in recent years. She wondered if he would just find a place to throw the thing and say that it had been pasted.

Seeing his mother's worry, the eldest added: "I followed him personally, and he took good care of it."

I feel a little guilty when I say this. In fact, I didn't see it at all. But if I think about it with my heel, it should have been pasted on.

The second brother has already arrived at the third brother’s house and has everything prepared, so there is no reason not to put it up.

The old lady felt that something was not right. How could two people go with such a small thing? And what did the word "follow" mean? She had to ask clearly.

"Wasn't it Lao Er who posted it? Why are you following him instead of sleeping at home?"

My mother is really good at choosing words. A simple word like "follow" can make her find out that something is wrong. Why doesn't the county magistrate ask my mother to be a detective? Any case can be solved in minutes. Why doesn't she have this ability? What a pity.

I glanced back at the second brother's room to make sure he didn't come out, and lowered my voice, fearing that he might hear me and start a quarrel unpleasantly.

"He is timid and I am worried that he is just talking about it and won't really do it."

"Mom, you know he has done a lot of things like this before. The talisman paper cost money, how can it be wasted?"

The old lady nodded appreciatively and patted the other person's arm. Her eldest son was still reliable.

I feel relieved now, but what the boss did really hurts our brotherly relationship.

The second one also has a bad temper and will definitely not give up if he is discovered. However, I didn’t seem to hear the two of them arguing or quarreling last night, so nothing should have happened. As long as they stick on the sticker, everything will be fine.

The second brother was lying in the room and heard his eldest brother talking to his mother. They must be talking about what happened last night.

I was thinking that it was still early before dinner time, so I might as well lie down a little longer, but then I accidentally heard them mention me and pricked up my ears.

What does "I've done a lot of things like this before" mean? I can't tolerate my eldest brother saying bad things about me in front of my mother. In addition to replacing the door, I also have to let him know that there will be consequences for talking nonsense.

I remember when I was a kid, my friends would pick a kind of flower and put it in their mouths to suck the sweet juice inside.

But my brother couldn't taste any sweetness. He just felt it was bitter and numb. His mouth was swollen after eating it. So I might as well get some and trick him into drinking it. It's his fault for gossiping behind my back.

As he said that, he stood up, went to the old lady to exchange a few words, said hello, and walked out of the yard. He didn't know where to find that kind of flower, but he saw it after walking a few steps.

I bent over to pick a few flowers, put them in my mouth and sucked them. They were so sweet and refreshing. If I could eat them too much, I would have lost this kind of flower long ago.

My brother's mouth will react as soon as it touches this flower, so I'll leave two for him and suck the rest myself.

I got home just in time for breakfast and saw that the porridge was already on the table. My eldest brother usually just drank his porridge in one gulp without even looking at what was in it, so I picked the flower heart out and put it into his porridge.

While no one was paying attention, I scooped some porridge next to it with a spoon and covered it with it so that it couldn't be seen at all.

I was feeling smug when I heard a noise behind me. Someone was coming. I quickly put the spoon away. I was a little nervous and sat straighter than usual.

The eldest brother came in and felt a little strange. He glanced at the second brother and wondered if the sun had risen from the west. He usually looked like an old man lying in the sun.

Today I was like a student who had made a mistake and was scolded by his teacher. I just kept my head down. I didn’t care about him. Eating was more important.

I went out with the second brother last night and got scared. I had nightmares all night. I ate very little for dinner. I didn’t dare to eat too much with that little food. And after consuming so much, I was already starving.

When I was staying at my mother's house, my stomach kept rumbling. I guess the old lady was annoyed and kicked me out.

When I picked up the porridge on the table, a strange smell suddenly entered my nose. It tasted a little different from the porridge I usually drank.

The second brother felt a little worried when he saw that his eldest brother didn't pour the liquid directly into his mouth, wondering if he had discovered something.

I didn't dare stare at him directly, as it would be too obvious. At a glance, I would know that I had put something in the porridge, so I forced myself to straighten my eyes.

He picked up the bowl in front of him and blew it slowly, but his mind was not here at all, and his eyes were always on his eldest brother.

Although the eldest brother had some doubts, he didn't take it to heart. His iron mouth, which was not afraid of burns, still performed stably. He drank it all in one breath, wiped his mouth, and left the table contentedly.

The second brother glanced at his eldest brother's bowl. There was not even a residue left, which showed that he had drunk it. He was not in a hurry to do the work in the fields. Watching the fun was the most important thing. He slurped the porridge in the bowl leisurely, waiting for the reaction.

When the old lady learned that the village chief wanted everyone to stock up on food that day, she had a bad feeling and really wanted to stock up some, but her family had no money at all. She could only hope for good weather and a good harvest for her crops so that she would not go hungry again.

The wild vegetables that Jinshui had planted in the yard have all grown and have been eaten these days. He was thinking about planting some crops that can be harvested quickly in the fields.

I'd stock up as much as I can, and it doesn't cost any money, but I'll have to order my two lazy sons around.

"Boss, second brother, have you finished eating? Come over when you are done. I have something to talk to you about."

The eldest son suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if his mouth was a little itchy. Scratching it didn't relieve it much, but it shouldn't be a big deal. He walked towards his mother's room while scratching.