"Your Ni'er has been so stupid for several days now. Don't you take her to see her?"

The woman on the yellow soil looked solid and twitched her sleeves and hit her daughter-in-law who looked worried.

The wife in her thirties seemed a little inadequate and said absent-mindedly: "I didn't look at it, but Lao Qiao from the village health center looked at it and said nothing was wrong. This girl is usually very lively. Perhaps she didn't have the upper hand with the stinky girl from the Zhang family a few days ago, so she was a little disappointed."

Speaking of this, Cui Rong spat fiercely: "I don't know that my daughter had a fight with the Zhang family girl. If I had known that the Zhang family girl would be able to hurt my daughter, I wouldn't be Cui Darong."

The woman twitched her sleeves. Cui Rong was a fierce character. Everyone in the village knew that she pursed her lips and didn't mention this, so that Cui Rong would lose this and then go to the Zhang family to argue. Her autumn wind was in vain at this afternoon.

He quietly approached Cui Rong and whispered: "Hey, when will the road construction wages allocated by the villages be paid? Everyone is waiting for the stars and moons. When building roads, people are working hard. No one is willing to work hard. They are fighting for each other. No one can embarrass our Changfeng. He has to win a priority model village in the town and county. This is all giving Changfeng a long face. For this reason, Luo Da's family has also demolished the courtyard walls on the road. Why is Changfeng so unhappy when he pays wages?"

When Cui Rong heard the words "Building Roads, Wages," he woke up from Qiu Feng's miserable state just now, with all his body guarded.

"Don't say it's so nice. Who is the road construction? Don't just do good or bad things for our parents. Changfeng's food is also the errands assigned by the government. Don't think about carrying Luo Dao and carrying this or that. You can show who you are doing hard to see. When you work early and late, you are always in charge of the account according to the working hours. It's not useless work. Why do you think it's all because we Changfeng owe you. Building roads is also a blessing for the public. It's not for the mountain goods in our village to go out, or for the economic development of the village. We Changfeng are tired every day and have two dark circles. Have you complained? No, don't ask me about this account or something. I don't know what the account is. You go to the village to ask."

Seeing Cui Rong's cat-hitting look, the woman rolled her eyes and then she had to comfort her: "Look at your anxious temper, you're like this, you're so anxious before you say anything, your aunt's words are nothing else, just ask everyone, Changfeng is the helm of the village, you ask my aunt to go to the village to ask, isn't this a waste of farting after taking off her pants? It's been a month since the completion of the work, so the money should be here?"

The woman looked at Cui Rong carefully and tentatively.

Cui Rong looked like she was asking questions and didn't know, and she straightened her body, trying to end the conversation.

He patted the dust on his shoulder leaning against the frame of the yard, and squatted on the broken slope in the distance. He didn't know whether he was in a daze or looking at the sheep's daughter, shouting: "Su Mo is back home and cooking!"

The shouts of the women behind him were strange and familiar. The familiarity was the memory of this body, and the strange thing was everything at this time.

The autumn sun on the loess slope is wrapped in the autumn wind and a hint of coldness that sucks the face slightly, which is completely different from the lazy sunshine she is familiar with with the fragrance of osmanthus and the soft and wet backyard.

Su Mo looked up, the sunlight was dazzling. She didn't know how long it had been since she had been completely exposed to the sun, but...

It feels great to have no general illness.

A crooked jujube tree on the broken slope next to it fell from the round and green jujube tree on the ground with a gust of autumn wind.

"Faiwoeba" the flock of sheep passed by to make Su Mo feel a little bit excited.

The old man driving the sheep under the slope looked up and his smiley face was slightly red: "Su Jia Nier, your mother is calling you."

Su family.

Su Mo's heart was slightly tingling. Her grandfather said that she was a genius who had never been born in the Su family for a century, but she could not escape the fate of the family. She was reborn in a girl with different names and words. Is this also the cycle of fate?

He smiled quietly at the old man who was talking to her, and Su Mo stood up.

She squatted down and picked up the dates on the ground, put them into the cloth pocket of the wool jacket, rubbed her fingers. The roughness of the fabric made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The fabric scratches over the scratches on the hand, which hurt a little.

Looking at the scorching scratches on my hands, I had the memories of two girls tearing and fighting in my mind.

He shook his head slightly. This girl used to be so straightforward, but she was still at a disadvantage.

Injuring one thousand enemies, hurting eight hundred themselves means losing.

"hiss"

It hurts so much that the wound on the hand needs to be treated.

The old man who drove the sheep waved the sheep whip, and the sound of sheep bleating on the hillside was filled with bleating sheep, and muttered in confusion: "How come this Ni'er has become so quiet? She used to be a cat-hit tiger."

The yard in front naturally fell into my eyes, almost instinct, and the layout of the yard appeared in Su Mo's mind.

There was gravel in front of the yard, which were the small pieces left after the road construction recently. Cui Rong was paved in his yard. At this time, the gate of the yard was open, and Su Mo's black pupils reflected a scene that others could not see. In this yard, black air seemed to be gathering.

The gravel paved on the ground in the residential courtyard will cause bad luck and yin energy. The black energy is bad luck. Looking to both sides of the yard, the newly opened country roads cross over, forming a sickle slash, which looks like a weapon that smashes the lock to open the house. There will be thieves at home stealing money and being disbanded and will be imprisoned.

Just as we were about to see the cause, the familiar pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow swept over, and there seemed to be countless knife cutting all over his body. Su Mo squatted on the ground in pain with his arms in his arms.

She thought that after changing into a body, the abilities and pain in her soul would disappear, but she didn't expect that it would still be the case.

Memories are endless. My grandfather used her abilities for the first time when she was six years old. Her kind eyes were full of regret and pity. She stroked her head and sighed: "The way of heaven is reincarnated, everything has a certain number. How can I allow the heaven to change my fate and peep at the secrets of heaven? It took me a hundred years for another genius to emerge, ah..."

At that time, she opened her big eyes full of spiritual aggregates, and the four elders in the family injected spiritual energy from the heavenly spirit orifice to resist the pain she had hit into the bone marrow that she had tried for the first time.

However, later, the shallow spiritual energy that the four elders rarely cultivated was not enough to supplement the spirit she had lost. The pain that penetrated deep into her soul was accompanied by her shallow and short life.

"What's wrong with Su Mo?! Is that little girl in the Zhang family still hurting you? Go with mom, see if I don't ask her family for advice. Zhang Cuiyun's stingy guy specializes in raising a wild girl who tear her hands and feet. Zhang Jinchan's wild girl is like a ghost. Even if she can go to heaven, she is not as good-looking as my daughter. She is so jealous of her."

Cui Rong ran over and pulled Su Mo who was squatting on the ground.

The pain only disappeared in an instant when I no longer thought about the fortune and fortune of this family.

Su Mo was a little stunned. The pain in the past was superimposed. Every time she used her ability to see through the secrets of heaven and change a person and a family, the pain that came to her would be superimposed one by one, and would not be superimposed just because she had not changed. As long as she "sniffed", it would be superimposed.

Su Mo didn't even think about why this was, and was pulled forward by Cui Rong.

Su Mo couldn't help but catch the wound on her hand and shouted out with a "pain".

Cui Rong then noticed the wound on her daughter's hand and was immediately angry and anxious: "Is this the girl in the Zhang family caught?!"

"I've been worried about your brother's affairs these two days, and I don't care about you. The wild girls in this village have bullied my daughter. I just thought you had never quarrel with her, so why are you still injured and don't say anything!"

"Let's go, let's go to the Zhang family now!"

There is no complicated reason for the fight between these two girls in my mind. If the reason is probably the sentence Cui Rong said just now, "I am so jealous of her." The best-looking and second-looking person in the village are probably born with hostility among women, not to mention that there seems to be a college student named Cao Shuqiang's village party secretary in the middle.

In this moment of memory, Su Mo just gently lifted the past, "Mom".

The first time she spoke was a little stiff. She was raised by her grandfather since she was a child and had never seen her mother.

Cui Rong did not pay attention to the unnaturalness in these tones.

He turned around and waited for her to say irritable and patiently.

Su Mo raised her chin slightly: "How can Zhang Jinchan take advantage of me? She has become a pig's head. Compared to her, I am just a small wound."

The familiar and unfamiliar girl in her mind seemed to have the same expression as she always was, like a beautiful rooster who won a battle, with great vigor.

In fact, Zhang Jinchan was indeed on her face with red and green.

After hearing what his daughter said, Cui Rong felt relieved.

"I just said that my daughter can't be bullied."

"Let's go home, mom will cover you with the wound."

A donkey cart was swinging a whip from a distance on the slope in the distance. The sound of bells seemed crisp in the empty loess wind, carrying a hint of loneliness and distantness on the plateau.

Cui Rong turned his head and glanced at him, immediately pinched his waist: "I was about to look for him, but I knew the truth and got out of here on my own initiative."

Su Mo looked at the donkey cart in the distance and was made of a man wearing a white fur jacket and a woman in a normal short coat.

In my memory, I am the third uncle and third aunt of this girl.
Chapter completed!