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

"Chen Cuihua, are you dead? You're watching me being bullied, and you're not going to tear this little bastard apart."

Old Mrs. Song roared loudly.

The little Chen who was named by her shrank back into the crowd. Seeing the miserable state of the old woman, she felt weird and a little scared. Not only did she not go up, she also stopped Song Youcai who wanted to go up to help.

The surrounding villagers were talking a lot.

"Did Mr. Song really say that?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? How would I know?"

"Hey, you know what, the little girl looks like Mr. Song when she stands there."

"That's right. I don't know what the old lady is thinking. She treats the third family... really... tsk tsk tsk tsk ..."

"The third family is all honest people, alas..."

"You may not know because you are far away, but I saw it clearly. When Mr. Song was alive, he often brought Liu Ya with him to teach her. The sound of her reading could even float over the courtyard wall into my house." Aunt Wang next door said confidently.

"Oh, this girl can read and write!" These farmers who have been working in the fields all year round have a natural awe for people who can read and write.

"That's not a good thing," the neighbor aunt spoke again.

Song Jixiang was very sharp-eyed and had listened to all these conversations. A smile appeared on his face. It was like someone handed a pillow to someone when he was sleepy. She didn't even need to explain herself. These simple villagers had already found an excuse for her.

When Mr. Song was alive, he really liked this granddaughter. He brought her around to teach her and often praised her for her intelligence, saying that she was as smart as a boy! Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. The old man was frustrated and died of illness within a few years.

From then on, Song Jixiang became more and more taciturn, sometimes he didn't say more than two words a day, leaving people with the impression of being taciturn.

Thinking of that kind and gentle old man, Song Jixiang's eyes turned red and he felt sad from the bottom of his heart.

"Could it be that Mr. Song has appeared in spirit?" Someone said this.

The courtyard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Anything that has something to do with the idea of ​​gods and ghosts will make people feel a little bit of awe for no reason.

If it was just hearsay, the villagers would still doubt its truth. But the scene before their eyes was something they saw with their own eyes, so how could they explain it? They couldn't help but believe it!

The little girl stood on the steps with her back straight, apparently not moving at all.

On the other hand, Old Lady Song rushed forward like a mad dog, but in the end...

Not only did he fall down in a mess, but he didn't even touch the other person's clothes.

Even if it wasn't Mr. Song's appearance, it must be God's eyes that were opened!

It's the old lady's fault for bullying the people in the third room.

Xiao Chen and her son Song Youcai had already hidden far away. Seeing the miserable state of Old Lady Song and hearing the villagers' discussions, they were terrified! They had never failed to bully the third house.

I always feel hairy all over, as if something is staring at me.

Old Mrs. Song stood alone in the yard, her hair disheveled, with a few strands hanging down and sticking to her face, looking like a madman.

There were big holes in her clothes at her knees and elbows, exposing her skin. The wet clothes stuck to her body, and the cold wind made her shiver violently. She caught a glimpse of the strange looks people gave her, and when she looked down, she saw that her clothes were in disarray. She was about to curse, but her face immediately turned ugly. She yelled, rushed back to her room, and slammed the door.

The old lady was so embarrassed this time that she won’t dare see anyone for several days.

When Xiao Chen and Song Youcai met Song Jixiang's eyes, they felt a little short of breath and walked away dejectedly.

Seeing that there was no excitement, the villagers went about their own business and just spread the story of today as a joke, exaggerating it.

Song Jixiang returned to the room and saw Song Xiaoqi lying on the bed and asleep. His thin and small figure made people feel sad.

Song Jixiang reached out and carried him to the bed, and a bead rolled out of Song Xiaoqi's hand.

This bead is exquisitely crystal clear, without any impurities, and emits a warm glow under the light.

Song Jixiang smiled. Children probably all like such shiny things. It seems that her child Xiaoqi is the same.

She pulled a rag beside her and covered the child with it, then took Jiang's pulse and confirmed that she was suffering from a disease caused by excessive excitement and long-term labor, and she felt relieved.

At the end of the world, she studied medicine with an old Chinese doctor.

If she could accumulate more energy and open up the space, the spring water inside combined with her acupuncture shouldn't be a big problem.

But now there was nothing she could do, she didn't even have a set of silver needles.

Just as she turned around to drink some water, she suddenly felt a slight pull, as if it was there and not there.

Song Jixiang looked towards a place where Xiaoqi was lying.

She took light steps and took the bead in her hand. She felt a burning sensation as soon as she touched it, and the burning sensation became stronger and stronger. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her palm, and the joy in her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

This is really a case of searching for something unsuccessfully but finally finding it without any effort!

If Xiao Qi hadn't been still asleep, she really wanted to hug him and kiss him twice. This boy was definitely her lucky star!

It was still early, and Song Jixiang could not wait to find a secluded place, closed her eyes, and absorbed the energy in the beads. This energy was purer and more powerful than the energy she found last night. Her body was too weak, and she felt dizzy and lost consciousness instantly.

When she woke up again, the sun was setting.

The last ray of sunlight in the sky shone through the gaps, forming strange patterns on the bare walls.

Jiang was leaning against the head of the bed doing needlework, while Xiaoqi was lying beside her, watching her without blinking.

"Sister, sister, this is for you." Seeing her wake up, the little boy handed the beads to Song Jixiangdi like offering a treasure.

Song Jixiang turned over and sat up, feeling that his body seemed to be much better. His mood unconsciously became happy. He rubbed his brother's head. Although it was a little prickly, it couldn't stop the tenderness in his heart.

"Xiao Qi is so good, sister, don't do it, let Xiao Qi play with it."

It turned out that after she fell unconscious, Jiang carried her to the bed and put the bead back next to Song Xiaoqi.

The bead was still the same bead, without any change, but the energy inside had been completely absorbed by Song Jixiang.

I don't know why, but the yard was quiet, as if the disputes of yesterday and today had never happened.

Song Jixiang didn't believe that they would change for the better, so he said hello to Jiang and said he was going to take a walk in the yard.

Jiang looked at her worriedly but did not say anything to stop her.

Song Jixiang stood on the steps and looked around.

There was no one in the yard. There was no smoke coming from the kitchen, and no human voices. It was shrouded in darkness.

She turned around and walked to the outside of Old Lady Song's room, listening carefully. She heard a cry of "ouch, ouch" mixed with many swear words. Those words were vicious and ugly, which simply polluted her ears, and Song Jixiang automatically blocked them out.

It seems that the old lady's fall was too light. Song Jixiang regretted his kindness. Thinking back to the sufferings his original body and his family had endured, it was nothing compared to the punishment the old lady suffered today. However, it was enough for her to suffer for a few days. In a good mood, he came to the rooms of the second house.

There was no movement in the room, and no lights were on. It was very quiet. I didn't know where the three people had gone.

Song Jixiang touched his chin in confusion, it was really abnormal.

Logically speaking, since the old lady was so badly injured, those three dogs should have pretended to be filial in front of her, so why did they all disappear?

Could these people be planning something bad again?