System space:
Song Jiao was playing with the small mecha model in her hand. After watching Ji Qing being invincible in that world, she simply turned off the system screen and looked at the system panel in the air.
Mission Progress: 100%
Gain merit:
Obtain Blessing: Mecha God of War
World of Faith: Faith and merit have become the nutrients for the host's strength improvement and are no longer included in the settlement.
Host: Song Jiao
Spirit value:
Force value:
Luck value: 9000
integral:
Belief:
Merits:
Attribute bonus: Koi attribute, blessing power, weird worshipper halo, infinite halo, immortal halo, physical fitness, mecha god of war.
Now, the accumulation of merits is nothing more than a number to Song Jiao, and it can no longer stir up any ripples in her heart.
She had long since surpassed her initial obsession and was no longer doing missions for the sake of the mission itself, but to immerse herself in the pleasure of challenge and conquest.
"Haha, this world of tasks is really unique." Song Jiao chuckled, with excitement flashing in her eyes.
At this moment, Tuanzi's soft voice rang out in her mind, but with an unusual urgency: "Host, among the group of dragons you raised, one has absorbed too much energy here and has transformed into an ancient dragon and slipped into the small world."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao raised her eyebrows and a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes: "Oh? Is there danger?" Her tone was relaxed.
Tuanzi quickly shook his head, transforming into a streak of light that danced through her consciousness. "There's no danger. It's just going to find its own habitat and its own faithful followers. But..."
"But what?" Song Jiao's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if they could see through all the illusions.
Tuanzi swallowed and said cautiously, "However, to ensure that nothing goes wrong, I will still locate its position at all times. If there is any danger, we will take action immediately and show no mercy!"
Hearing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a cruel smile. "Very good, I like this feeling of being prepared for any eventuality. Go ahead, let it have its way in this little world, but remember, my dragon will never be bullied by anyone!"
As she spoke, she waved her hand gently, "Let's go! Let's enter the mission world."
When she opened her eyes again, Song Jiao found herself in a dilapidated house, filled with the atmosphere of oldness and poverty.
In front of her, on the shabby sofa, there were six children of different sizes sitting. When they saw her wake up, they immediately started shouting like beans in a pot of frying pan, talking in a flurry.
"Mom! I have run out of living expenses this month, you have to give me some!" The oldest one, who looked to be twenty years old and a college student, looked anxious.
"Mom! We have to pay the school book fee this month, ten dollars!" Then the second oldest girl came, probably about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face full of grievance.
"Mom! The clothes I wear are those my older sisters and brothers don't want anymore. They are so ugly. I want to buy new ones!" A little boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, had a face full of dissatisfaction and disgust.
"Mom..." The other little ones also spoke, their voices coming one after another, like flies buzzing in Song Jiao's ears, giving her a splitting headache.
"Shut up, everyone!" Song Jiao slammed the table, stood up, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife, instantly shocking everyone into silence.
She looked around, disbelief in her eyes.
Of these six children, the oldest is already twenty years old, and the youngest is only six years old. Isn’t this... too fertile?
She couldn't help but curse in her heart.
"Tuanzi, accept the plot immediately!" Song Jiao's eyes flashed, and she had already made up her mind.
The original wife, Zhang Cuihua, was a typical representative of rural women in the 1980s. Her husband passed away early due to an accident, leaving her alone to raise six children with great difficulty.
These six children are really hardworking. They study very hard and finally they all succeed and become the pride of the village.
Zhang Cuihua thought that she had finally made it and could enjoy a peaceful life.
She received more than 10 million yuan in demolition compensation, and without saying a word, she gave it all to her children, waiting for them to get married and have children so that she could enjoy the happiness of family life.
But who could have imagined that the children's attitudes would change as soon as they received a penny of the demolition compensation.
It was originally agreed that each family would take care of the child for half a year, but when the time came, either one family had something to do or the other family had problems, and they kept making excuses.
When Zhang Cuihua was still able to move, they were still fighting for her to help take care of the children and do housework.
But when Zhang Cuihua became ill and needed someone to take care of her, they all started making excuses and shirking their responsibilities.
Finally, on a cold winter day, Zhang Cuihua froze to death outside her own wooden door, a heartbreaking scene.
"Raising a son to provide for your old age? Ha, this sentence is a joke!" Song Jiao sneered.
The original owner's wish: to let them fend for themselves and live their own lives.
If a mother is not heartbroken, how can she have such a wish?
Song Jiao suddenly raised her eyes, her sharp gaze directed at the eldest brother, Shao Zhiqiang. "Didn't I just give you a hundred yuan at the beginning of the month? The other kids in the village all got fifty, and I gave you double. Is that not enough? Which college student these days doesn't work part-time to earn their own living expenses? And you, on the other hand, want to pocket all the money and leave your brothers and sisters to starve?"
Her voice was filled with anger, but also displeasure.
Shao Zhiqiang's face changed slightly, and he seemed to want to say something, but he held it back.
"This is your father's compensation, and it was paid for with your father's life. How much do you want? What kind of family are we?" Song Jiao's words were like a machine gun, one after another, leaving Shao Zhiqiang unable to refute.
Two thousand yuan was a huge sum of money in the countryside in the 1980s.
The original owner felt sorry for the eldest son's high expenses for college, so he gave him more money, but he didn't expect that this would become an excuse for him to spend money recklessly.
When Shao Xuemei heard that her eldest brother only made 100 yuan a month, she immediately screamed, her voice so sharp that it seemed to pierce the sky, "Brother! Didn't you say that Mom only gave you 50? You only spent 100 yuan for half a month and you come back to ask for money? Do you have any conscience?"
She stamped her feet as she spoke, her face full of indignation.
She was thinking about how to ask her mother for money to buy the flower rope she had been longing for, but her eldest brother's behavior disrupted her plan.
Shao Zhiqiang was driven to shame by his sister's accusations. After a moment's silence, he finally spoke, "Mom, I... I spent all my money on buying books and materials. I've been under a lot of pressure studying lately, and I need a lot of things..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and he was obviously losing confidence.
Song Jiao snorted coldly, a sharp look flashing in her eyes, "Buying books? Buying materials? Then tell me, what books did you buy? What materials did you buy? Where did you spend this hundred yuan?"
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