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

Man Guan held his stomach with his hands, frowning. There was a piercing pain somewhere in his body. He couldn't even straighten his back and could only take deep breaths to relieve the pain.

Fugui knew from the look on his face that he had a stitch in the side. It was really a waste of time as he was in a hurry to go back to see his grandmother.

"Are you feeling better?"

Man Guan felt much better now, and his brows were relaxed, but he was afraid that if he ran again immediately, it would be like before, and he didn't want to experience that kind of pain again.

"Better, but can we go slower?"

Fugui thought it would be better for him to go alone.

"Then I'll go ask. You rest here for a while."

The grand slam is exactly what I want. I could have just stayed at home and rested, but I had to go out for a run in the middle of the day.

It's so hot that I sweat all over when I move. I have to run around. I can't stand this. If Fugui wants to go, then go.

I found a shady spot and stayed in the shade.

Fugui was always thinking about his grandmother, so he wanted to go back earlier so that he wouldn't have to pull Manguan along and run faster.

When we arrived at the Sun family's house, we saw that their courtyard door was closed. It was really hot recently, and the people in the village had started taking naps at noon.

After all, we have to work, and every household doesn’t have much to eat. If we take a break at noon, we won’t be so hungry at night.

I knocked on the door and heard some movement inside, so I stopped and waited for someone to open the door.

After a while the door opened a crack.

Fugui looked at a tall, strong, shirtless man with half of his head sticking out of the door.

He was a little confused. There was no one here. He had clearly heard a knock on the door just now. His rough, black, hard hands were covered with calluses. He rubbed his freshly shaved hair and muttered, "Did I hear it wrongly?"

Fugui felt uncomfortable and aggrieved when he saw that he didn't see him and wondered if he was so insignificant.

It is true that those who I usually get along well with are taller than me. When I think about what I am doing here, I suppress the uncomfortable feeling for the time being. Grandma’s matter is more important.

"Uncle Sun~"

The man who opened the door looked down and saw a familiar little boy. It was him who scratched his neighbor's little boy's face with such sharp claws last time, and now there was a deep scar on his face.

His grandmother was also a well-known shrew in the village, and she really didn't want to have anything to do with his family at all.

"What do you find me for?"

After all, they've come to my door. It wouldn't be right to just chase them away, so I still have to ask a question.

"Uncle Sun, do you have a chair with wheels at home?"

Fugui had sharp eyes and saw through the gap that the thing he wanted was placed behind the man.

He wanted to say that the item was not there and he didn't want to lend it out at all. Basically, things would never come back once they arrived at his house. That chair had been made with a lot of effort, so how could he give it away?

But seeing the excited expression on Fugui's face, his finger unconsciously pointing at the chair, what he had just said was definitely not acceptable.

"We need to use that chair ourselves, so we can't lend it to you."

Fugui was a little confused. Why did this family need to use such a chair when no one in the family had any problems with legs or feet?

No matter what, we will try our best to fulfill Grandma's wish and not let her have any regrets.

Her lips were tightly pursed and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Uncle Sun, my grandma is dying. She just told me that she wants a chair like this."

"Grandma has always doted on me since I was a child. I am still young and have no money, so I can only borrow it from you. I just want to show my filial piety and make Grandma happy."

Looking at the child in front of me, it seems that he is not as bad as others say, but it is a bit unkind to use other people's things to show filial piety.

I seemed to have heard a few days ago that his grandmother passed away, and some people said that it was a rumor. It must be true what the old lady’s grandson said.

It seems that she is really dying.

No, why does he need this chair when he is already dying? I thought this kid was okay and very filial just now, but now I feel like he is a liar and I get annoyed when I look at him for even a second.

"I can't lend it to you. My elderly family is old and they depend on this. Let's go now."

The door slammed shut, almost trapping his hand.

Fortunately, I dodged in time, but I was still startled by the sound.

I stood there with tears streaming down my face. Everything in front of my eyes was blurry. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and walked towards home.

When Man Guan saw Fugui coming back dejectedly and empty-handed, he knew that he did not get it.

I walked up to him, put my arm around his shoulders, and found him sobbing. If he couldn't get it, he couldn't get it. What was there to cry about? It was such a rare thing, it was right for others not to lend it to him.

"why are you crying?"

"Grandma is dying. She hasn't gotten what she wants."

Man Guan was horrified. Grandma is dying. This guy is so bold to say that. If Grandma hears it, she will beat him to death.

He was just lying on the kang and couldn't move. What does it have to do with death? I don't understand what Fugui heard from someone or if there were some other reason.

"Grandma is fine, don't curse her."

Fugui looked at Manguan with tears in his eyes, "I'm not talking nonsense. Didn't grandma just call us over to explain something? I heard that when a young person is called over to explain something, it means that the person is dying."

He looked at Fugui as if he were a mentally retarded person. Apart from his legs, everything else about his grandma was fine and she was far from dying.

What does crying mean? Not all statements are made before death. What is this head thinking about every day?

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Fugui several times.

Fugui sensed that the person next to him had nothing to say, so he took a few deep breaths and asked in a calm tone, "Why did you roll your eyes at me? I saw it."

"You spread rumors that grandma was going to die, but I think you are really going to die soon."

Man Guan's eyes were full of sympathy and pity. Grandma usually dotes on him, and she will probably not let him go this time.

"You can't say that grandma is dying just because of the word 'explanation'. I suddenly understand why you said she was having a last gasp. So that's what you think."

Fugui was shocked. It turned out that grandma was fine and he had misunderstood.

She had just been telling others in tears that she was going to die. She was frozen in place, hoping that Uncle Sun would not tell anyone else, otherwise her life would be in danger.

Grandma is most afraid of the word "death", especially in recent years. Maybe it's because she is old and is more sensitive to this matter.

Fugui quickly wiped away his tears. It turned out that grandma was fine and he was the only one who was sad.

With some stupid and innocent smile, it suddenly returned to his face.

Grandma will not die, and there are people who love me. All the delicious and useful things in the house are mine. Although some of them are moldy and will make me sick, I am happy just by looking at them, as long as I don’t eat them.