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    the car passed by Yangjia village.


    Yang Zimei got out of the car and refused to let the waiter take him home, so as not to ask questions from his family. Instead, he lied that he was at the master''s place.


    Back at the door of the house, my grandfather and dad are talking about building a wall. My grandmother is bending over to clean up the firewood. My mother is sitting under the tree and feeding my sister. No one''s expression is anxious.


    When she appeared, everyone was surprised.


    "Niuniu, why did you come back from the old fairy so early today?" Grandma wiped the sweat and asked.


    It seems that they thought that they had been in the Taoist temple last night, and they didn''t worry at all. Instead, they worried about themselves.


    "Er I don''t need to learn anything today. I''ll come back early. "


    Yang Zimei sat in front of her mother. After feeding, she put her sister in the baby basket and asked her to take care of it.


    Full of milk sister with fat little fingers, staring at the dark eyes in the bone Lu Lu looking at her.


    Yang Zimei reached out to touch her sister''s lovely little face. She giggled and was very happy. She kept raising her two small hands and chirping.


    Think of the tragic death of my last sister!


    Her heart twitches!


    This life, she must stop all this happening, let the younger sister grow up smoothly, sweet call her elder sister.


    "Big brother, big brother, something''s wrong


    Uncle Yang Hexing rushed in and yelled.


    "What''s the matter?" Yang Qing raised his head and asked.


    "Liang Ruhua just fell into the lime pool, burned more than half of his body, and is now being sent to the hospital." Yang He looks excited.


    Liang Ruhua usually makes a fortune in the village. No one doesn''t hate her.


    Yang Qing''s face was not schadenfreude expression, just light should a, and bow in the calculation of how much material the wall needs.


    Yang he asked for no fun, and then he left.


    Yang Zimei remembers that Liang Ruhua did not have an accident in his last life. Now he was disfigured by the lime pool. He should have moved the geomantic omen of their ancestral graves.


    Thirty minutes later, Yang He ran over again, shouting as if he had discovered the new world. "It''s amazing. The village head also had an accident. Just now he took his wife to the hospital. The car suddenly broke down and hit the wall. I heard that he was also injured."


    "Big brother, do you think it''s their retribution?" Yang he reached Yang Qing''s ear and asked in a low voice.


    "Don''t talk nonsense. Watch out for trouble." Yang Qing warned.


    "Good, good, I don''t say, I see you are usually bullied by their family so miserable, talk about just want to make you happy, really." Yang he saw Yang Zimei sitting on one side reading a book. He walked over and asked curiously, "Niuniu, what book are you reading?"


    Yang Zimei smile slightly, "turn over casually."


    "Physiognomy in linen?"


    Seeing the cover of the book, Yang He bared his teeth and said, "Niuniu, I heard that you are learning from the old Taoist priest on the mountain. Are you learning these feudal superstitions of fortune telling? Come on, help Uncle see how lucky this year is. "


    Yang Zimei remembers that in the last generation, Yang he went to work in Shenzhen with other people. He bought and sold them and made his first pot of gold. He even opened a large wood processing plant and made a good living.


    "Is uncle going to leave home to work in Shenzhen?" Yang Zimei looked at him and asked.


    Yang he was very surprised to hear that these days, restless, he always wanted to go out and make a living in his heart, but this idea did not say to anyone, even his wife did not know, he did not understand how Yang Zimei, a five-year-old girl, knew, was it really she who saw it?


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