Rebirth of the times, the cute and fierce baby regains his luck

"Thank you." The old man expressed his gratitude as soon as he opened his mouth.

The hands that shook Bi Chengzhi were trembling.

Although he spoke in an open-minded manner and let his grandson's life and death be left to fate, he was still extremely heartbroken.

He and his wife had a deep affection for each other. After his wife passed away, he never remarried. He had only one son and one grandson in his life.

His son and daughter-in-law died, and if it weren't for his grandson, he would have wanted to chase them.

He just couldn't let go. Even if he was taken away and suffered all kinds of torture, he tried his best to live, for fear that his grandson would be alone and helpless in the world.

I gave the medicine to a little girl whom I had only met once, just because of the kindness in the child's eyes. I really didn't have any hope at the time.

Thinking the best possible scenario, that his grandson could be protected by the little girl's family, he would feel at ease.

But I never thought that the two would have the chance to see each other again, and that my grandson would live such a good life.

Everything was beyond his expectations, and the huge surprise made him dizzy.

The old man was extremely grateful that he made that impulsive decision at that moment.

This thank you contains so much profound meaning.

Bi Chengzhi said: "Mr. Qian, you don't need to thank me. Your medicine saved my life. If anyone should thank me, it should be me.

No matter what, there is a destiny between us.

In the future at the Zuo'an Brigade, we will do our best to take care of you. Muzhou is in our home, so don't worry, we will treat him like our own child."

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” the old man held his grandson’s warm hand. In just half a month, his grandson’s face had become much rosier, and his brows were full of relaxation. It was obvious that he was living well in the Bi family.

"If you need me in the future, just tell me. I will do it even if it means risking my life."

Bi Chengzhi said: "Come to think of it, I really have something to ask of you, Mr. Qian."

Qian Tingyi was quite happy to be able to help: "Just tell me."

"My father is suffering from hemiplegia due to illness. I heard that the Qian family's ghost needle can cure it. I would like to ask Mr. Qian for help."

Qian Tingyi had just arrived at the Zuoan Brigade, and because of their identities, they did not dare to interact with the villagers, so they had no idea who was who in the village.

Naturally, I don’t know about Mr. Bi.

“Ghost needles are indeed very effective in treating some diseases, but they are also very overbearing. Normally, I would not use them.

I have never seen your father's condition, so I don't know if acupuncture is suitable for him. If it is convenient, I suggest that I see the patient in person first."

"Okay, I'll arrange this.

Muzhou misses grandpa very much. You two can have a good chat. I'll be right beside you. But don't talk for too long. It's too cold outside. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Bi Chengzhi left space for the grandparents and grandchildren and walked to lean against a tree nearby.

After he left, the grandfather and grandson became more relaxed and talked about their respective situations.

Bi Muzhou handed the food he brought to Grandpa Qian: "Grandpa, eat quickly. Godfather hunted two wild boars today. We had a pig-killing meal in the village tonight. It was delicious. My sister ate a big bowl and was so full that she couldn't walk. This is what Grandma Bi and the others left for you."

When Mr. Qian saw his grandson talking about the Bi family, he was full of pride and joy, and he was very pleased: "Okay, thank everyone on behalf of grandpa, and you must be obedient in the Bi family and don't bring trouble to them.

Hatred and grudges are not something a child like you should think about. Do you understand what grandpa means?"

Bi Muzhou lowered his eyes and nodded: "Grandpa, I understand, I won't cause any trouble, don't worry."

"Good boy."

"Be quiet, someone is coming."

Bi Chengzhi came over suddenly, scaring the grandparents and grandchildren.

When he wanted to ask, Bi Chengzhi stopped him with his eyes.

The three of them quickly packed up their things. It was too late for Mr. Qian to go back to the shed, so he could only hide under the slope nearby with Bi Chengzhi.

Soon, footsteps were heard, cautiously, and it seemed that they were coming stealthily.

The three of them said nothing, and listened quietly as the footsteps stopped outside the shed.

"Here are some food. If you don't mind, you can share some." The voice was not loud, but loud enough for the people in the shed to hear.

But there was no response from the shed, and the visitor didn't care. He just put down his things and left.

After the people walked away, the three of them came up the slope.

"This person has shown his courtesy to me before." Old Master Qian frowned.

Bi Chengzhi narrowed his eyes and said, "This is an educated youth in the brigade, and also the daughter of my comrade, but there is something strange about her. Anyone who has eaten or used her things will gradually be bewitched by her and obey her orders.

My daughter, who was just three days old, died because the eldest son in the family was bewitched by her and was taken away.

So, old man, you have to be careful."

Bi Muzhou's eyes widened, and he finally understood why the murderer could act with impunity and why the Bi family had to endure it.

There is no evidence at all, and no one would believe it if I told them.

But he believed.

With a pale face, he anxiously told his grandfather: "Grandpa, you must stay away from her and don't eat her food. I will work harder and bring you food in the future."

Mr. Qian smiled and said, "Don't worry. The first time I saw her, I felt that this child made me uncomfortable. The world is really big and there are all kinds of strange things."

Bi Chengzhi nodded: "Although I don't know what her purpose is, she has always been eager to do things without profit. The old man also tried his best to urge others to be more careful."

Mr. Qian agreed and glanced at the backpack: "There are so many things, I can't finish them all. Not all the people living in the shed are vicious people. Can I share some with them?"

Bi Chengzhi responded: "My family specially prepared some more. How to distribute it is entirely up to Mr. Qian." He glanced at the door of the shed. After such a long time, no one came out to check. It can be seen that everyone is very cautious: "The ready-made origins are all there."

Mr. Qian smiled.

The three of them didn't talk much, and Bi Chengzhi took Bi Muzhou away.

Old Master Qian threw away the things Yan Yuzhi brought and walked into the shed with the things Bi Chengzhi brought.

There are seven or eight sheds here.

Some are home to livestock, and some are home to humans.

There are more than a dozen people like Mr. Qian.

They lived in different sheds in groups of three or four.

Perhaps birds of a feather flock together.

When the old man arrived, he used his sixth sense to form a small group with four of them and lived alone in a shed.

The shed they lived in was at the very edge, and the three sheds beyond it were all animal sheds. It was far away from other people, so no one could hear the noise coming from here.

Mr. Qian pushed the door open and the four old men looked at him in unison: "Who was that just now? What did you bring? Are you trying to do something bad?"

Mr. Qian took out the broken clay pot in his arms and said, "It's a kind-hearted person in the village. I've seen him before. He's not a treacherous person. He might really feel sorry for us, so he sent us some food.

I hid outside and observed for a long time to make sure she left before I brought it in. Take a look."

After a while, the food has cooled down, but it does not affect the aroma.

"It smells so good." For those people who had not had a normal meal for a long time, the pig-killing dish was like some kind of delicacies from land and sea, making them drool.

"Can I eat it?"

Mr. Qian nodded: "It's edible. I've tried it and it's not poisonous."

They no longer endured it, and without using bowls and chopsticks, they started eating with their hands.

These old men were once prominent figures, but now they have fallen into such an embarrassing situation. It would be a lie to say they didn't feel sad.

But times have changed, things have changed, and they are also very open-minded. Even if life is hard and miserable, it is still life, and they accept it well.

The five people finished a pot of pig-killing dishes. There were also a few coarse grain steamed buns soaked under the earthenware jar, which they also shared and ate.

They didn't think about saving it for the next meal. Whether they could get it for the next meal is another matter, and it might even bring disaster.

After eating the cold food, the five people did not feel cold at all. Instead, they felt warm all over.

With food in their stomachs, they all slept much better, and they huddled together and soon fell asleep.