Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Following the village chief in came an old man who looked much older than the village chief, with gray hair and a wooden box hanging on his arm. He didn't look at anyone else, but walked straight to Song Jixiang, squatted down and checked her wound.

He kept muttering, “The injury is quite serious!

Hey, why are you still alive?

How come he is still alive? How strange..."

Song Jixiang, who was turned over and over by him for examination, rolled her eyes. Could this old man not hurt her multiple times in front of an injured patient? Did he think she was not dead yet?

The old man noticed her expression but pretended not to notice it. He applied medicine to the wound, bandaged it, left a few medicine bags, and left with the box. Before leaving, he did not forget to say to the village chief: "I saved this girl's life. Five copper coins, not a single one less. I used good medicine."

The village chief shook his beard and said, "I know, I know. You can't be left out. The old lady of the Song family is the wife of a scholar. She is the most reasonable person. She will not be left out of your few copper coins." Then he smiled at the old lady Song and said, "Isn't it, sister-in-law of the Song family?"

Old Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Remember, I will definitely give it to you."

One copper coin can buy three steamed buns, why didn't this old man go and grab them, and he actually asked for five copper coins. However, people always have headaches and fevers when they eat grains, and Old Lady Song didn't want to offend the only doctor in the village. So she gave Jiang and Song Jixiang a fierce look, isn't it just a few copper coins? She will definitely get double the compensation from these two bitches.

Song Jixiang curled the corner of his mouth. These two old guys were quite interesting. They could actually make Mrs. Song, such a stingy woman, spend money.

This doctor doesn't have the honesty of a countryman at all!

What was applied on her wound were clearly some herbs that were readily available, and their only effect was to reduce inflammation. There was not a single herbal substance that could help regenerate skin and remove scars.

Indeed, more than five coppers.

But what does it have to do with her? Even if the old man doesn't come, she will live well!

What do you mean he saved her life? He is so shameless.

After Doctor Gu left, Jiang pulled over Song Jiaming, who was huddled aside, and made him kneel on the ground. She kowtowed several times to the old village chief and tearfully demanded a division of the family property.

Most villagers knew about the Song family's situation.

Old Lady Song favored the first and second wives. The third wife worked like a slave in the Song family but never got a smile from the old lady. She was worse than a farmhand in a landlord's house. There was no other old lady in the whole village who tortured her sons, daughters-in-law, granddaughters and grandsons like this.

However, even an honest judge could not settle family disputes, and as the village chief, he should not interfere too much, lest he offend others and suffer the consequences.

The old village chief tapped the pipe in his hand and said, "Song's third daughter-in-law, if you have something to say, why can't you talk about it in a nice way? Dividing the family is not a trivial matter. Have a good talk with your mother-in-law, have a good talk."

What a bullshit talk, Jiang wanted to swear.

But looking at her two children, she could not help but hold back. She could tear her face and leave the Song family, but what about her children? She stared at the man, "Song Lao San, please say something. Your daughter was almost killed by someone, and you, as a father, just watched her get bullied?"

"Jiang, we have a good family, why are you making such a fuss? Youcai, this child has always been obedient and well-behaved, how could he do such a thing? Don't make your mother unhappy again." Song Jiaming said as he was about to pull Jiang up.

Bullshit, all bullshit.

If someone like Song Youcai can be called obedient and well-behaved, then there are no disobedient children in this world.

Jiang was so angry that she was shaking all over because of what Song Jiaming said. She seriously suspected that she must have been blind to fall in love with a man like Song Jiaming.

He shook off the arm that was stretched out to him and shouted, "This is how you act as a father. Are you blind? Didn't you see how that little bastard bullied your child? I might as well marry a dog than marry you. Even a dog knows how to protect its cubs, but you, you are worse than a dog!"

Snapped--

Jiang was slapped again on the face where she had been hit by Old Lady Song, and it was swollen.

Song Jiaming panted heavily, feeling that his dignity as a man was destroyed by Jiang's shout. He was about to step forward, but was stopped by the old village chief. "Okay, okay, what's the problem between the couple? We farmers don't beat our wives and children."

Then he said to the Song family who were watching the fun, "Don't make things so awkward as a family! Your Bowen still has to take the imperial examination. Any trouble he causes will damage his reputation."

Song Bowen is the son of the eldest son Song Jiawen and the eldest grandson of the Song family. He has always been the treasure of old lady Song.

Little Chen pursed her lips, Song Youcai raised the corners of his mouth, Song Jiawu coughed and looked away.

Old Mrs. Song finally listened to the old village chief's words.

His son Bo Wen wants to be a high-ranking official, but he can't let these rotten guys ruin him.

He spat and turned to go into the main room.

The three people in the second room glanced at the third room with disdain, followed the old lady into the house, and slammed the door shut.

The old village chief patted Song Jiaming on the shoulder, "Hey, you... hey..."

He walked away with his hands behind his back.

Song Jixiang saw everything and tugged at Jiang's sleeve: "Well, I feel dizzy and hungry..." So why are you still standing here making eye contact with Song Jiaming, a man who is confused? Take your daughter and son back to the house and have some rest!

As for the name "mother", she couldn't say it for the time being.

A small stone turned into powder and flew away in the wind, leaving no trace.

md, I hate men who beat their wives the most.

If the old village chief had not stood in front of Song Jiaming, she would have definitely crippled this man's claws.

Although her special powers disappeared for some unknown reason, at least her fighting strength was still there, and she found that she was much stronger now than before she came here.

Jiang put away all her thoughts, picked up her son, took Song Jixiang's hand, pushed the door into her room, and slammed the door.

Song Jiaming stepped forward to catch up, and his nose was almost flattened.

"You woman..." Song Jiaming heard the laughter coming from the main room, looked at the closed door in front of him, sighed, and went to the field carrying a hoe.

At dinner time, Old Lady Song and the second wife were so hungry that they were waiting for Jiang to come and call them to eat. However, after waiting for a long time, no one came, so they rushed to the kitchen angrily.

When he found the stove was cold and a dozen eggs and a bowl of cornmeal steamed buns were missing, he was so angry that he jumped up and cursed.

Usually at this time, Jiang would prepare food and invite them to the table to eat. But today was really weird. Not only did they steal things, but they also did nothing. It was really outrageous.

Song Jixiang brought the food. After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, Song Jixiang rolled Jiang's face with hot eggs, and then pressed the sleeping points of Jiang and Song Xiaoqi.

Of these two, one was exhausted and had a wound on his face.

A thin and young man.

I need a good sleep and can't be affected by the noise outside.

As for her, she lay on her back on the wooden bed, swinging her little feet, listening leisurely to the shouting and cursing outside the door while trying to digest her food.

The doors and windows of the third room were tightly closed. No matter how Old Lady Song and Little Chen jumped or yelled outside, there was no sign of them opening them.

Old Mrs. Song was tired of scolding and her hands were sore from clapping. She had no way to vent her anger, so she grabbed Song Jiaming, who had just returned from the fields, and started to vent her anger violently.

He scratched her a few times, twisted her hard a few times, and then scolded Xiao Chen and told her to go cook.

Song Jiaming knocked on the door while hungry. Song Jixiang pretended not to hear him and waited until dark.

Song Jiaming had no choice but to pick up two sweet potatoes and eat them, then went to the woodshed and prepared to spend the night there.

It was late at night and the world was still. The full moon hung high in the sky and everything around seemed to be shrouded in a veil.

A small figure climbed over the low courtyard wall and rushed into the darkness.

When they reached a deserted place, the little figure stopped.

He looked around, made sure there was no one around, and then stretched out his arm.

Excited and nervous.

One minute...two minutes

…? ? ? ! !

Nothing happened.

The wind blew past, blowing up the strands of yellow hair on Song Jixiang's forehead. It was so quiet around her that the only sound she could hear was her own breathing.

A string of question marks flashed across Song Jixiang's forehead. Why?

Where are her special powers? Where is her space?

All gone! ? ? ? …

In fact, she had sensed something was wrong since she woke up, and she couldn't feel any energy in her body.

Without energy, she couldn't use her superpowers, nor could she open up space. How could she not be anxious?

He stomped his feet unwillingly, gathered his strength, and reached out his hand again. This time he waited even longer, but his palms were still empty.

If someone passed by at this time and saw a little person with his arms outstretched and gazing at the sky, he would surely be frightened and scream, mistaking the Song family's sixth girl for a monster.

Tried many times, still nothing, nothing!

Song Jixiang withdrew his hand in disappointment and sat down on the ground in vain.

Just when she was feeling depressed, the plants around her seemed to be called by something, rustling and leaning in one direction.

This is……

Energy Fluctuation? ! ! !

The light reappeared in Song Jixiang's eyes, and he ran towards the direction where the plant was tilted.

Finally, he stopped in front of a dilapidated house, surrounded by weeds and two wooden doors.

She didn't go in rashly, but just walked around the courtyard wall.

Finally, she stopped at a spot where the energy fluctuations were particularly pronounced.

Her body seemed to have been blessed with nectar for a long time. Every cell was open and eagerly absorbed the energy from the surrounding.

It’s a pity that the energy here is too thin, and it will take some time to recover my superpowers.

Besides, this body was too weak, and she didn't dare absorb too much at once.

When I reached out my hand again, a light smaller than a firefly flickered in the palm of my hand.

Before she came here, her plant-based and offensive abilities had already reached the highest level - level 10. In the end times, this was a rare level that no one had ever reached, and her other abilities were also at a high level. Now she had returned to the time before liberation, but so what? As long as she absorbed more and purer energy, it would only be a matter of time before she returned to her peak state.

Song Jixiang showed his first smile since coming here.

I have to keep this location firmly in mind and ask the villagers about it when I have time.