Mrs. Lin didn't say anything now. She just took out the twenty yuan from her pocket and handed it to Luo Qiao: "I will accept the things shamelessly, but I really can't accept the money."

Luo Qiao said: "Grandma Lin, you know my situation. I have reunited with my biological parents. When I went to Beijing for the National Day, I received a lot of red envelopes, so I am really well off.

This money has no special meaning. I just thought that if you encounter an emergency, at least you have some money in your hand. This twenty yuan is not of much use to me now, but it is different for you. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mrs. Lin wiped her eyes with her sleeve and said, "I know, maybe it's just the money to save your life, but you have already paid a lot for your Grandpa Lin's hospitalization. I really feel a little embarrassed."

Luo Qiao said, "Look, I have found my parents now, and my life will not be difficult anymore. Isn't this a blessing for me? It's just a kindness within my ability, why are you still fussing with me?"

Mrs. Lin finally compromised and carefully put the money away.

After an afternoon, the private plot was finally cleaned up. After dark, Luo Qiao avoided people and delivered five large baskets of sweet potatoes and three baskets of potatoes to the old couple of the Lin family.

With these sweet potatoes and the grain that will be distributed soon, I hope they don’t have to worry about food this winter. In the future, I can occasionally supplement them with some fine grains and just get by, ah!

At night, Luo Qiao put some of the things into the cellar and put some into the space, but Shitou was very tired, so she helped him make the bed in the next room and let him wash up and go to bed.

Luo Qiao was also very tired today. After closing the door, he entered the space, took a nice bath, tidied himself up and prepared to rest in the space. Suddenly, he remembered the instructions of the accountant's wife.

She quickly put on her clothes and left the space. She was very tired today and was afraid that she would not be able to hear the noise outside if she slept in the space. After leaving the yard, she made some arrangements and then went back to the house to sleep.

The mattress on the kang was the one Luo Qiao just took out from the space. The previous bed was taken away by the Cui brothers, but the Zhao family compensated for it with cloth and cotton.

I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of a shovel falling to the ground. After a long while, I thought that someone might have come to my door.

After a while, I heard someone outside say, "Be careful, don't wake anyone up."

"Dad, can we really do that? What if she reports it to the police tomorrow?"

"She knows who did it. Our family isn't the only one in this village that has a grudge against her."

Luo Qiao heard it clearly with her eyes closed. She tiptoed to the door and looked out through the crack. She saw two people holding a bottle in their hands. What were they going to do? Zhang De was pouring the contents of the bottle to the side of the house, and then she smelled kerosene. Luo Qiao was alert. Was this an intentional murder?

We are indeed a family!

Luo Qiao gently opened the door and sprinkled the sleeping pills out. After a while, two thumps were heard. Luo Qiao opened the door and looked outside, and saw that both of them had fainted.

Luo Qiao walked out and looked at the two people on the ground. She first put the kerosene bottles in their hands into the space, then fetched water to rinse the place where they had poured kerosene seven or eight times, until the smell of kerosene was basically gone.

After putting the people in the space, he climbed over the wall from the backyard and headed towards Daqing Mountain. After walking for more than an hour, he threw Zhang Dezheng and his youngest son out and let them fend for themselves here.

Luo Qiao didn't want to cause any more trouble. Since they were so unkind, she couldn't blame herself for being unjust. Whether she lived or died was up to God's will.

He returned the same way and used his supernatural power to revive the road surface he had walked on, so that no one could tell that anyone had walked on it. He went back to the house, entered the space, changed clothes and went to sleep.

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