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Farmer's little fortune baby

The reborn little cousin said viciously: Changan, you will never have good luck in this life! The three-year-old cute baby looked confused: I have a cheat. The little cousin grinned: In this life, I will go to the capital instead of you and enjoy the glory and wealth! You will be poor in the countryside for the rest of your life! The three-year-old cute baby: I have a cheat . The little cousin was furious: In the future, your ideal husband will also be mine! You can marry the little beggar for me! The three-year-old cute baby: I have a cheat. The little cousin: ... Later, the little cousin went to the capital, but did not enjoy the happiness, but was sold to someone as a concubine by her grandmother. The little cousin cried and mopped the floor. She glanced at her lazy and prodigal husband, wondering: Where is the glory and wealth? Why is the little cousin so lucky in this life? So rich? The little cute baby heard the little cousin's voice and blinked: I have a cheat

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Grass beads

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  The two of them left the village and came to a ditch.

  There was not much water in the ditch, and there were a lot of dead grass on both sides of the ditch.

  Qiao'er went down to the river, carefully searched through a bunch of dead grass, and picked up something in the grass.

  Chang'an was curious and also went to the river, and saw sister Qiao'er picking blue-gray beads from the dead grass.

  "I, I pick them up too."

  Little Chang'an was envious and also picked up the grass leaves.

  Not to mention, she found a lot of gray-blue beads at once, and her little bag could hardly hold them.

  "Let's go back." Qiao'er was still thinking about her brother, and called little Chang'an to go ashore.

  Chang'an climbed up the river bank with his butt sticking up, and suddenly saw his cousin Song Chengye and his little cousin Song Xiyue coming from afar, with a black dog following them.

  "Little cub! You dare to run out!"

  The seven-year-old Song Chengye patted the big black dog beside him: "Go! Bite her!"

  The big black dog ran towards Chang'an happily, barking as he ran.

  Chang'an heard her cousin talking in her head again: [Dahei! Bite her to death!]

  She was terrified and ran away with Qiao'er.

  Qiao'er was also afraid of the big black dog of the Song family, because it was too tall. Whoever walked past the door of the Song family would be barked fiercely.

  If it wasn't usually tied with a chain, it is estimated that everyone in the village has been bitten by it.

  The two girls ran desperately, and the crazy laughter of Song Chengye and Song Xiyue came from behind.

  Chang'an also heard her cousin talking non-stop: [Dahei, bite quickly! Bite off her throat! Hahahaha]

  Suddenly, there was a force on her back, and she was thrown to the ground by Dahei.

  "Chang'an!" Qiao'er screamed.

  The imagined bite did not appear. Dahei licked Chang'an's face affectionately with his tongue, and his almond eyes were full of joy.

  Chang'an recovered, pushed Dahei's head away, and climbed up by herself.

  Dahei circled around her, fluttering from time to time, as if teasing her.

  Chang'an thought for a moment, reached out and touched Dahei's head, whispering: "Dahei, Dahei, go back home!"

  Dahei looked at her in confusion for a while, and then heard Song Chengye's exasperated voice: "Dahei! What are you doing? Bite her!"

  Dahei hummed a few times, wagging his tail and ran back to his little master.

  Song Chengye was very angry, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Dahei: "You dog! Who is your master? I won't give you any food today!" Dahei

  was beaten for no reason, and he was so scared that he tucked his tail between his legs and ran back.

  Song Chengye and his sister glared at Chang'an fiercely, turned around and left.

  Chang'an glared back, but was soon pulled back home by Qiao'er.

  Wu saw her niece picking a bag of grass beads and asked, "What did Chang'an do with all these grass beads?"

  "String them together and sell them for money." Chang'an took out all the grass beads and shook the beads on her wrist: "My sister gave them to me."

  Wu touched her niece's head and sighed, "Grass beads are everywhere, how can I sell them for money?"

  "The peddler wants them." Chang'an had seen the peddler collect the handkerchiefs and purses from the sisters and aunts in the village and give them copper coins. The beads made of beads are so beautiful, he must want them too.

  Wu smiled and said, "Okay, Auntie will string the beads together, and when the money is sold, I will buy a ribbon for Chang'an to braid his hair."

  "Yes!" Chang'an nodded heavily.

  At night, Chang'an went to bed early, hoping to dream about the little goldfish again.

  But she didn't dream about anything and slept until dawn.

  A few days passed, and she and her aunt had strung all the grass beads they picked up into strings, but she still didn't dream about the little goldfish, and the situation of Goudan next door was getting worse.

  Aunt Qian cried several times in front of Wu, saying that she had a bad fate. She finally gave birth to a son, but he was sick.

  "Now the witch has been invited several times, I really have no other choice." Qian blew her nose and wiped it on her heels. "His father has already bought a coffin. Alas, why is my life so miserable?"

  Wu also wiped her tears and comforted her: "It's not that far yet, maybe it will get better?"

  Qian shook her head: "It won't get better, wuwuwuwu"     Changan's eyes reddened when she heard what Aunt Qian said. She quietly ran out of the house and went to the next room.

  There was no one in the room, not even Sister Qiao'er.

  Goudan's face was grayish yellow and his lips were dark purple. He had been moved from the kang to the door panel.

  The door panel was covered with thick straw, and he slept on the straw, covered with a tattered quilt.

  "Brother Goudan."

  Changan was a little scared when she saw the boy was silent, but she still walked up to him and put her hand on his forehead, saying silently in her heart: "Xiao Zhuzhu, please make brother Goudan get better soon." The

  small seedling in the palm of her hand flickered, and a leaf turned into a stream of light that scattered on Goudan's forehead and gradually disappeared.

  Changan was overjoyed and stared at Goudan intently.

  Goudan's face was still the same, but his breath was a little heavier, and he coughed twice.

  He opened his eyes and saw Chang'an, and whispered, "I want to drink water."

  Chang'an jumped up, ran back home quickly, and said to Aunt Qian who was crying with her hands covering her face, "Brother Goudan, wake up, drink water!"

  Aunt Qian cried even harder, got up and went home to boil water for Goudan.

  Chang'an didn't understand why Aunt Qian cried even harder, and followed her aunt back to the next door in confusion. After

  the water was boiled, Aunt Qian made a bowl of egg and sugar water and brought it to the main room.

  "Son, mother made egg tea for you, drink a sip first." She picked up her son and fed him egg tea with tears.

  After Goudan finished a bowl of egg tea, his face flushed slightly, and he lay down and fell asleep again.

  Wu touched Goudan's forehead and found that he was sweating. She was surprised: "Sister-in-law, Goudan is sweating, is he getting better?"

  Qian was startled, and quickly took her son's hand and touched it.

  The little hand was warm, not as cold as before.

  "My son, is he really well?" Qian couldn't believe it. She quickly picked up her son from the door panel, put him back on the kang, and stuffed a few handfuls of grass into the kang hole.

  She tucked her son's quilt, put her hands together, and bowed to the sky devoutly: "Three Pure Ones, Tathagata, if my son is well, I will repay your kindness in this life."

  Chang'an blinked, looked at Aunt Qian, and then looked at Goudan, wondering: Why did Aunt Qian repay the kindness of the Three Pure Ones and Tathagata just because Brother Goudan was well?

  Wu was also happy for Aunt Qian, and took Chang'an to say goodbye and go out.

  The sound of a small gong sounded outside the door, and it was the peddler entering the village.

  "Aunt! Go quickly, go quickly."

  Chang'an took his aunt home quickly, took out the grass beads that he and Aunt San had worn in the past two days, and prepared to sell them to the peddler.

  At this time, Song Laoliu carried a small coffin into the village. When he passed by Song Baqi's house, he met Mrs. Zhao and Widow Cui.

  Mrs. Zhao snorted coldly and said to Widow Cui, "Look, I told you that the child of Song Laoliu would not live past this spring. Look, he died before March even arrived."

  Widow Cui smiled gently, "That's right. Your mouth is blessed. Everything you say is true."

  "That's retribution." Mrs. Zhao threw a pumpkin seed into her mouth, cracked it, and smiled slightly, "He dared to hit my stepfather the other day, and within a few days, retribution came to his child. Don't you think he deserves it?"

  Widow Cui felt a chill on the back of her neck, and quickly agreed, "Of course, stepfather's brother is blessed and the most prosperous family. Anyone who dares to bully him will definitely be unlucky."

  Mrs. Zhao snorted and laughed, but said nothing.

  When she first married into the Song family, she spread the word that her son was blessed and the most prosperous family, so Song Baqi looked at him differently and changed his name.

  In the past few years, it seemed that those words had come true. The Song family had actually become wealthy, and the old man had become more and more trusting of her and her son.

  Mrs. Zhao thought proudly that perhaps Jizu was really blessed by fate, so she could always get what she wanted.

  "Mom, why are you sitting at the door with Aunt Cui?" Song Jizu came out of the yard and smiled at Widow Cui: "It's so cold at the door, let's talk inside."

  Widow Cui blushed and said with a smile: "No, I just want to say a few words to my aunt, I still have to cook later."

  Mrs. Zhao suddenly remembered something and slapped her thigh: "Oh, I was talking to you and forgot about the meat stewed on the stove."

  After that, she rushed to the kitchen in a hurry.

  Widow Cui raised her head and glanced at Song Jizu, smiling coquettishly: "Brother Jizu, come to my house when you have time."

  (End of this chapter)