Crossing the Nongmen: The space of doctors and women is burning!

As the saying goes, human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. The lively atmosphere of the Gu family at the east end of the village does not affect the Yang family at the west end of the village at all.

The Yang family went to bed early after dinner, and there was no fire in the house.

If someone broke into Yang's house at this time, they would probably only feel a cold air blowing against their face, and they might even notice that there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

Old Man Yang was sleeping in the main room. It had been more than an hour since he fell asleep, and the quilt gradually became warm. He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and the light reflected in the house from the heavy snow shone on him.

The hatred on his face.

He, Old Man Yang, has raised four sons in his life. The third, a bastard, asked to be exterminated. The second, a bastard, took his children and followed his wife to his mother-in-law's house. The eldest brother, without his wife, relied on those two and a half-year-old boys for everything.

Qian, his two sons are just freeloaders. The fourth son doesn't want to get involved in these disputes. He will avoid them if he can. He only cares about his own comfort and no one else wants to get involved.

That dead old woman was obviously lying down and only received a few sets of medicine. How could she come back to life?

I drag my sick body around all day long, unable to speak, and unable to do much work with my hands. All I can do is waste food!

Old Man Yang turned over, folded the quilt again, and coughed twice in anger.

Today is New Year's Eve. Other families have been busy since dawn, but at his family, it is almost noon, and no one has gotten up to take action yet. They are all trying to count on others!

He had no choice but to get up. He couldn't sleep even after sleeping too much, and his back ached while lying down.

Along with him, several others got up and opened the door as soon as they heard the noise. It seemed that they were hungry even though they could sleep!

In the past, when the third child and his family were still alive, Mrs. Wang would get up early every time to wash vegetables and rice, as if celebrating the New Year. Now, the family is old, weak, sick and lazy, and there is no one to even boil hot water. Originally, the fourth child still consciously cooked the food.

He can still have a few full meals, but now he can only go to the kitchen and cook something by himself.

In previous years, during the Chinese New Year, Yang Laosan would eat the meat he brought back from work. This year, let alone meat, he couldn’t even drink a bowl of hot porridge. It wasn’t that the family had no food, but that everyone wanted to wear clothes and put food in their hands to open their mouths!

Father Yang doesn't care. As the head of the family, he hasn't even touched the kitchen stove a few times, let alone cooking. So what if it's his son or grandson?

He has always been served by others!

After a casual meal, he went out and wandered to the door of Yang Laosan's house. From a distance, he caught a glimpse of the continuous smoke coming from the chimney of his house. As soon as he got close to the base of the wall of his house, he could smell the aroma of food wafting out, making him swallow his saliva and reluctantly leave.

After looking at it for a few times, I chose to leave quickly because I was afraid of meeting that little bastard Yang Jinfan.

Father Yang looked at the dark place in the surrounding room with indifferent eyes, and the irritability in his heart became more and more intense.

If he had agreed to give the third child money for medical treatment, would this situation not have been caused now?

As soon as he showed signs of regret, he cut him off abruptly.

Regardless of whether he agrees to give it or not, he will eventually be killed by the evil man from the Gu family!

Why does this scoundrel not think of good things, but only remembers hatred?

He didn’t come to invite his parents to sit with him during the Chinese New Year. He was really a white-eyed wolf and raised him for more than 20 years in vain!

There was no one to take care of him at home, and life was getting worse day by day. It seemed that he had to find a wife for the fourth child.

The harvest at home this year is pretty good, and as long as the bride price requested by the other party is fair, the family can still afford it.

Having made up his mind, Old Man Yang turned over again, cursing Yang Laosan and his family for being ungrateful, and still fell asleep in a daze.

If Yang Jinfan knew what Old Man Yang was thinking at this moment, he would definitely beat him up and scold him, "You shameless old man, it's our fate that the three of us were not forced to death by you. Everyone in the village knows that your family is rotten."

Virtue, who dares to come!"

But at this moment, Yang Jinfan couldn't think of this group of bad things in the Yang family. She was surrounded by secret guards. She watched them change their former coldness and dullness, smiling like the big brother next door, and expressed to Yang Jinfan

with their gratitude.

After a short but relaxing banquet, the secret guards spontaneously cleaned up the mess. Yang Jinfan originally asked them to go back and stand guard, but the secret guards felt sorry for themselves and did not leave until the cleaning was completed.

It was late at night and the snow had stopped. After the secret guards left, Yang Jinfan and the four of them went back to their room to wash themselves briefly before resting.

Yang Jinfan returned to the room and turned off the lights, then entered the space with a thought.

On a day that is not the 15th, the space is always as bright as day, and the surroundings are filled with a faint fragrance of tea. If you smell it carefully, you can also detect a hint of peach blossom aroma.

Yang Jinfan looked into the distance and saw Mi Qibao swinging on the highest cliff. The goddess's laughter echoed throughout the valley and gorge.

From the mountain forest came the cheerful chirping of birds and the roars of animals, the rustling of swaying branches, and the deafening sound of waterfalls and flowing water from the valley. All the sounds were intertwined to create a different and beautiful sound.

Yang Jinfan closed his eyes and felt the surrounding wind blowing his broken hair on his face. When he opened his eyes again, there was a little sadness on his face.

I miss my grandpa so much, and I don’t know how his old man is doing.

"Do you miss your grandpa? Do you want me to show mercy to you and let you meet him?"

Mi Qibao suddenly appeared next to Yang Jinfan, startling her.

Yang Jinfan covered her racing heart, but her attention was focused on what Mi Qibao said. She looked at Mi Qibao in surprise.

"Does the Lord God really have a solution?"

Mi Qibao proudly put his hands on his hips, raised his chin slightly, and said with great dignity: "Of course! Today is your first New Year's Eve in this world. Due to your good performance, I can satisfy you a little.

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"However," before Yang Jinfan could be happy, Mi Qibao changed the topic and said with a serious face, "This is a reward and a farewell. You can never go back."

Yang Jinfan lowered his head and said nothing. Although she always knew that she was dead in that world, she still couldn't help but feel disappointed when she heard such words.

After a long while, she raised her head: "I understand, it's been almost a year since I came here, and I have long been accustomed to the life here. I just want to know if grandpa is doing well."

Grandpa is a general and has made numerous meritorious deeds. Naturally, the country will not treat him badly, but she still cares about her only relative.

Mi Qibao nodded slightly, raised his finger and turned it in a slight circle. Driven by the holy power of the surrounding environment, the day faded away, replaced by a dark blue night and a sky full of twinkling stars.

The palace not far away was also covered in a layer of red light, with lights and colorful decorations everywhere, making it extremely festive.

Looking at Mi Qibao again, Yang Jinfan's eyes lit up. Mi Qibao changed his usual delicate and elegant image and put on a dark red dress that flowed like spiritual spring water. There was a shining buddha on his head, and there was a smile on his forehead.

A blooming red camellia, with a smile on its red lips, looked at Yang Jinfan kindly.

Yang Jinfan felt everything changing around him and couldn't help but marvel at its magic.