Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

In rural areas, burning firewood is a daily activity. Most people would pick up dead branches and burn rice stalks, bean pods, etc. However, with so many people, there are not so many dead branches on the mountain, and many people secretly cut whole trees to burn for a long time.

Even if it cannot save wood, energy-saving stoves can burn some firewood and save farmers some effort in collecting firewood, which is definitely a good thing.

"Just give it to me like this?" Duan Zhihui felt that the two sisters were too young and did not know the value of this thing at all.

Zheng Juzi nodded, seemingly not understanding why he asked such a question. "Didn't we agree on this yesterday? Foreign trade orders will definitely take some time to arrive. I'll give you a small achievement to relieve your stress."

Is this a "small achievement"? Duan Zhihui took a breath and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely apply for a science and technology innovation award for you."

Zheng Juzi did not refuse, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Duan, can you make it so that the school's three-level evaluation does not count the music score?"

Duan Zhihui...this jump was a bit too big, so much so that he forgot for a moment that "Three Good" refers to "Three Good Students."

"All-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor is a must, but music is not mentioned in it. Don't you think it is unfair that she cannot be named a three-good student just because she failed the music exam?" Zheng Juzi has also thought about it carefully these days. She failed in music, not art, so why can't she be named a three-good student?

Duan Zhihui also thought that this was the case. Why couldn't I be a three-good student if I failed in music? "I'll go back and study this. The reporters will be here today and there will be interviews tomorrow. You guys should prepare."

Zheng Juzi nodded and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Duan. If the reporters come, tell them to come to me first."

Duan Zhihui looked at the little guy in front of him and was speechless, but he still agreed.

The script for what the criminals would say had already been arranged, and all he as an "outsider" had to do was cooperate.

As for the music score, which is not important at all, just take it as it is, he is also tone-deaf.

"By the way, the police station is arranging personal matters. Do you have a vacancy?" Zheng Juzi looked up at him and asked.

Duan Zhihui wanted to tell her that the police station was not part of the same system as them, and that the appointment of personnel was not actually his responsibility, but the people above him had already agreed to this matter and he did not want to change it, so he said, "One or two quotas should be no problem."

Zheng Juzi's face lit up with joy, and she clenched her fists in front of her chest, looking at him with sparkling eyes as if she was looking at an angel making a wish, "Uncle Duan, I knew you were a good person."

Duan Zhihui...why didn't he think this was a compliment?

Not long after Duan Zhihui left, Zheng Guixiang also went to the farm to continue slaughtering pigs.

Yesterday's vicious incident did not spread. Today, the streets outside are still bustling with people setting up stalls and buying things, even busier than yesterday.

Life can't just come to a standstill because of a small thing, not to mention that he had hired a shaman to perform a ritual this morning. Zheng Guixiang felt that his bad luck was over and he should do what he had to do.

The two sisters first went to the farm to make braised food, and then went to the town to find Song Xing.

Song Xing's original plan was to get married tomorrow, and he didn't know if what happened yesterday would have any impact on his marriage.

There is also Gu Xiaoer. It was thanks to his mouth that Wang Wei showed up in time. I don’t know what price Chef Fei is willing to give.

When Song Xing and Luo Cheng arrived in town, they were decorating the house. An old lady with gray hair was sitting at the door and kept muttering, "What the old lady said was not nice, but it was for your own good. How come you can't tell the difference between good and bad?"

Song Xing ignored her.

Luo Cheng was busy with his work. The wedding was scheduled in a hurry and he hadn't prepared anything. The items in the room were all bought by his mother for his wedding.

His marriage has failed, so these things are given to his brother first.

"You two are both grown men, why don't you listen to advice? I said that girl is a jinx. Anyone who has been involved with her has had trouble. The guy she mentioned earlier was beaten to a cripple not long after they got engaged. It's really pitiful that such a good guy has become useless.

You too, you see, the matter that was just settled yesterday has already caused a lawsuit. I heard that many people have been admitted to the hospital, and I don’t know if there will be any problems in the future. Do you still dare to marry that girl? Aren’t you afraid of losing your life…”

Zheng Juzi knew this old woman. She always liked to point fingers at other people's families because of her age. She would often go to their doorsteps and talk about how unlucky and unlucky they were because someone had died there.

She didn't expect that he would even interfere in other people's marriages. She didn't think that Song Xing and that girl had a deep friendship, but whether to break off the engagement or continue was Song Xing's own business. Was it right for a passerby to make irresponsible remarks?

"Grandma Qiao." Zheng Juzi walked slowly behind the old lady.

Old Mrs. Qiao doesn't like the Zheng sisters. They are so young and don't know how to respect their elders. She kindly reminded them not to live in a house where someone has died, but they didn't appreciate it at all and continued to do as they pleased.

"Grandma Qiao, do you know who are imprisoned in the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell?" Zheng Juzi knows these people too well. Since you like to use good and bad luck to interfere with other people's family background, she doesn't mind giving her some traditional knowledge.

Old Mrs. Qiao frowned and asked, "Who is it?"

Zheng Juzi said coldly, "The first level of hell is called Tongue-Pulling Hell. Those who are imprisoned there are those who sow discord, slander and harm others, and lie to others. These people like to use their tongues to spread rumors when they are alive, and they will be sent to Tongue-Pulling Hell after they die."

Old Mrs. Qiao turned pale.

Zheng Juzi continued, "Do you know what the ghosts in this level of hell experience?"

Mrs. Qiao's face turned even paler, and she couldn't help asking with a slightly trembling voice, "What will happen?"

"Compared to being thrown into a frying pan or tied to a copper pillar, it's actually not that heavy. It's just that a little devil pried open the person's mouth, clamped her tongue with pliers, and then pulled it out. It's not just pulled out at once, but stretched and stretched it, very long."

As he spoke, he pretended to pull her tongue out of her mouth, stretching it very long.

Old Mrs. Qiao was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She covered her mouth and ran away without saying a word.

Zheng Hanqiu gave her a thumbs up, "Awesome."

Zheng Juzi smiled proudly: "It's a must."

Seeing that the gossipy old woman had run away, Song Xing came out and asked hesitantly, "You really don't mind?"

Zheng Juzi doesn't mind.

Zheng Hanqiu didn't mind.

Zheng Juzi said: "Whether we mind or not is actually not a big deal. It depends on whether you mind or not."

The human heart is hard to predict, and in fact, the hardest part is actually your own.