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

"Fuguier~" The old lady carried two bowls of "tofu" into the eldest brother's room and put them on the kang. Niu Fugui, who was dozing with his eyes closed, was frightened by the voice and closed his eyes even tighter.

"Hurry up and drink this. My poor grandson, you only had a bowl of wild vegetable porridge this morning. You must be hungry."

He reached out to wake Fugui up, but to his surprise, he didn't respond at all.

The old lady was so scared that she put her hand under Fugui's nose to feel his breath. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, but the man was still unconscious.

I slapped his butt hard, but there was still no response. I slapped him hard with all my strength, leaving a clear slap mark on his face.

Fugui jumped up from the kang with a cry, covering the places where he was hit with his hands, tears of grievance streaming down his face. The old lady, however, looked excited, and she also shed tears of excitement as she hugged her precious grandson in front of her.

"Fuguier, I'm so glad you're okay~"

The two of them hugged each other and cried bitterly on the kang. If someone saw them, they would think it was a life-and-death drama.

After crying for a while, her voice gradually became lower. The old lady pried open Niu Fugui's hands that were covering his face. The marks on his five fingers were already red and swollen, and looked quite serious.

What should I do? What if such a handsome face is disfigured? Suddenly, I remembered that I gave Niu Jinshui a box of ointment last time. The sound was as loud as a pig being slaughtered during the Chinese New Year. The neighbors across two streets outside the yard could hear it, "Jinshui~"

Niu Jinshui was carrying water home. When he heard the shout, he trembled all over and some water in the bucket spilled out. He quickly put down his shoulder pole and ran home, even losing one of his shoes.

The scene in front of me was really unbelievable. That was grandma's most precious treasure, so how could there be a swollen slap mark on its face?

The atmosphere was a bit weird. There were only the two of them in the room. What happened just now that made the grandma hit her grandson so hard?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but he was interrupted by the anxious old lady, "Have you used up the ointment I gave you last time?"

I know that grandma is stingy and might want to take it back someday, but I didn’t expect that day to come so soon. It seems that it will be given to Niu Fugui.

Fortunately, he didn't throw it away. He quickly ran back to the house, found the bottle of ointment, and handed it to the old lady.

He turned around and tried to pick up his shoes and fetch the water, but was grabbed by grandma, who lifted up his sleeve, touched the almost invisible scar with her hand, and confirmed that the ointment was still effective. She quickly shook Jinshui's arm away, as if she was avoiding a disgusting leper.

Niu Jinshui was not surprised. He had experienced such things countless times. Although he had become somewhat numb, he still felt a little bitter in his heart.

"Fugui'er, it's okay. This ointment is very useful. The last time Jinshui was beaten, I used this. The scar is almost fading now."

The old lady opened the lid and examined it carefully against the light. She remembered exactly how much ointment there was and its shape before giving it out.

Looking at the raised part of the edge, which has now become flat and a little less, I felt so heartbroken that my brows were knitted together.

I cursed in my heart, what a spendthrift you are, using so much ointment of mine.

He reached in with his index finger, scooped out a big lump, and smeared it on Niu Fugui's face.

It wasn't that painful to begin with, but after applying the ointment, my face became even redder and more swollen, and it actually felt like it was burning with pain.

Originally only the place where he was hit was swollen, but now half of his face was swollen, like half a pig's head. He raised his hand to touch it, but put it down in the air, tears welling up in his eyes, and his speech was a little unclear, "Grandma, it hurts~"

The old lady had never seen such a situation and found it horrifying, but after Niu Jinshui applied the ointment, he was almost fully recovered and his wealth was no longer a problem.

I can no longer remember what it felt like when I applied it, but regardless, it is a very useful ointment.

He blew gently on half of his face, hoping to reduce some of the pain, and patted Fugui's hands a few times, raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of heartache, "Be good~be patient, it will be fine~Jinshui's serious injury will be healed after applying this medicine, and it will stop hurting immediately."

Niu Fugui silently glanced at the "tofu" placed next to him, his mouth pursed, and a few golden beans dropped.

Jinshui picked up the wooden barrel with great effort and poured the water inside into the vat. He stood there gasping for breath and heard Niu Fugui's painful groans in the house.

He turned his head and looked over, wondering whether he should tell her the prescription that Ni'er had given him. The last time he was beaten was still vivid in his mind, and he sighed.

If it happens again, it might be me lying on the kang. No, that's not right. Only Niu Fugui can lie on the kang when he is sick, but I have to get up and work if I am not going to die.

Thinking of this, I shut my mouth tightly, completely suppressing the thought of wanting to help. I should just do my job well and not let grandma find faults again, so that she won't vent her anger on me.

Niu Fugui's increasingly loud moans, mixed with a hint of crying, echoed in my ears, which made me so upset. I couldn't stay at home for a moment, so I picked up the backpack and walked up the mountain.

Nier checked the money in the system and the money in her own piggy bank. She thought that if she dug more wild vegetables today, she could make up the money.

I'll bring those things back tomorrow. Master also needs to go to town, so I don't need to ask for leave. I wonder how happy the people at home will be when they see those things.

I had such a good meal at noon that I felt full of energy. I used to think that as long as I was full, it didn’t matter what I ate. Good-tasting food, even if it smells good in my mouth but stinks in my butt, it doesn’t matter once it enters my stomach. So I really have to eat something good.

It’s almost time to go up the mountain. Today, Niu Jinshui can’t rely on himself to dig wild vegetables. He has to do it himself, otherwise he won’t be able to bring those things back tomorrow.

On the way, she met Niu Jinshui and learned the gossip about Niu Fugui. Ni'er sighed in her heart, it is true that good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be punished with evil. She should do more good deeds and accumulate virtue in her daily life. Her ancestors never lied to her.

After Niu Jinshui came down the mountain, Ni'er continued to dig wild vegetables. She was so engrossed in the digging that she forgot the time.

It was not until I felt an itch on my face and a drop of sweat fell that I looked up and was surprised to find that it was much later than usual. I didn't know whether the work that I asked Niu Li to ask Aunt Niu Dan to do before I went out had been completed.

I quickly sold all the wild vegetables I had dug, and by adding the money in the system and the money at home together, I finally got enough for tomorrow's use, and there was even some left over.

All the hard work these days has not been in vain. He raised his lips and smiled, with satisfaction in his eyes. He wiped the sweat from his head and hurried down the mountain.

When he got home, Aunt Niu Dan was about to go out, so she stopped him and asked him about it. It turned out that his brother was careless. He was so absorbed in practicing calligraphy that he forgot to eat and sleep. He didn't tell Aunt Niu Dan about pounding the cinnamon to make juice out of it.