Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Lu Yi seemed to be lost in thought. The man took over the conversation, his eyes full of madness. He nodded hurriedly and emphasized, "Yes! Yes! I deserve to die. I don't deserve to die of old age."

"I don't need to die of old age! Little ghost, remember, you have to take good care of my mother and my sister! Don't let others..."

"Xiao Fan, let's start." Lu Yi looked at the man and smiled faintly, indicating that he really remembered it and there was no need to repeat it more than ten times.

Lu Yi had no intention of turning down this task. This man looked a little abnormal, and his mind was full of thoughts about how he should die and taking care of his mother and sister.

But Lu Yi is confident!

As long as she treats the petitioner's mother and sister with care, this will definitely be her gold medal with no points deduction!

"Okay, host."

With a quick push, Xiao Fan brought Lu Yi to the world of this mission.

Lu Yi gradually regained consciousness. Before he opened his eyes, he heard bursts of conversation.

"Sulan, how about letting my second son go and fetch the water for you? I don't think you can hold on any longer."

"Sister Ying, I'll go by myself. It's not nice to bother you all the time. Besides, the head of the village said that each household can only provide water from that household."

The woman called Sister Ying sighed, her eyebrows raised as she complained, "How could the river dry up on a perfectly good day? Now, the river is under guard, and they say it can only be used to water the village crops, and no one is allowed to use it for household expenses."

She clapped her hands and gestured, "In the past, you went to the river with Xiaomei and slowly carried water. A little at a time was enough. But now the water in the village is charged per person. Your family carries two buckets a day. How can you carry that much by yourself?"

"But the village head, whoever he assigned to distribute the food, just left it there and didn't let anyone else help. When you took one bucket away and came back, the remaining one was gone. Isn't this just taking advantage of you because there's no one at home?"

Liang Sulan smiled and said, "I'm not alone, Xiaomei is helping me."

"Xiaomei is still a child, and her brain isn't very sharp. How much strength can she have? If you can fool others, can you fool me?"

"Sister Ying, why would I lie to you? I really can do it." Liang Sulan smiled, and her pale face revealed that she was holding on.

"Just try to be strong. Sister Ying doesn't blame you. Hey, why is your life so miserable? You married a man who died young before, and finally you married Lao Lu with your child. Just when your life was going well, he had an accident."

"Leave behind that kid in front, he's always against you." Sister Ying shook her head.

Liang Sulan knew that Yingjie had a good heart. Her family had helped a lot during the funeral. Her family was the only one that didn't mind that she was unlucky and dared to come forward to help.

It's this mouth that always makes people uncomfortable when he speaks.

"He is the only bloodline left by Lao Lu. It is my duty to take care of him."

"Humph, if it were any other kid, they would fight tooth and nail to stand up, but he's just hanging out with those bad friends, giving things away all the time. He doesn't act like a brother at all, and he bullies Xiaomei all the time."

Sister Ying grew increasingly angry as she spoke, veins throbbing in her neck. "After all, he's the only boy in the family. Even if he's a little skinny, he's still stronger than a woman, right? But all he does is play around and never does any work. Does he think he can be a coward just by covering his ears?!"

Sister Ying spoke in a loud voice, as if deliberately wanting the person lying inside to hear, "When you can no longer hold on and collapse, then he will suffer enough!"

"Sister Ying, stop talking."

Liang Sulan sighed and packed the 20-pound bag of flour. "The flour is ready."

"Okay, where are you going to put the sweet potatoes? I'll carry them in for you." Sister Ying said as she bent down to carry them, but was stopped by Liang Sulan.

"No need, Sister Ying, you've already helped our family a lot by being willing to exchange sweet potatoes with me. Although I'm not very strong, I can still carry over 60 kilograms of sweet potatoes over such a short distance."

She smiled faintly and picked up the sack as she spoke. After the sack left the ground, Liang Sulan's smile froze slightly. This weight... must be around 90 pounds.

"Sister Ying, what are you doing, ah, really..." Liang Sulan's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. She was a strong-willed person and was unwilling to accept more benefits from others for no reason. She wanted Sister Ying to take back the excess, but when she thought of the situation at home, she really couldn't open her mouth.

I was extremely conflicted for a moment.

"Look at you, why are you being so polite to me? I have a big family, and several of my kids love to eat buns made with white flour. It's a waste of flour. You're really helping Sister Ying!"

"Since you can lift it, fine. I'll go back first."

Liang Sulan carried the sweet potatoes to the kitchen with great effort. Through the open door, her eyes met with Lu Yi who was lying against the wall and eavesdropping.

Before Lu Yi had time to accept the memory, she had been concentrating on listening to the conversation. At this moment, she saw Liang Sulan with a cold face. She smiled and greeted her, "Mom."

Unexpectedly, a hint of doubt and shock flashed in the other party's almond-shaped eyes, as if she was wondering. Lu Yi caught this, swallowed his saliva and didn't speak easily.

After a while, Liang Sulan suddenly spoke, her expression still very cold, "We'll have roasted sweet potatoes tonight."

After saying that, he looked at Lu Yi, as if observing his reaction.

"Roasted sweet potatoes are delicious, especially sweet." Lu Yi agreed, feeling his taste buds getting excited and he missed the hot roasted sweet potatoes.

Liang Sulan looked at him again, a look of confusion in her eyes. In the end, she said nothing, went to the utility room, got two buckets and left.

Lu Yi scratched the back of his head, returned to the room, and was about to lie down to start accepting the memory. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down when he suddenly found a little girl huddled in the corner behind the door.

She looks to be eight or nine years old, so she should be the sister Xiaomei mentioned by the original owner.

Lu Yi stroked his pounding heart, forced a smile and looked at the frightened little girl, "Xiaomei, you're not scared, are you? Why are you in my room?"

Liang Xiaomei imitated Lu Yi's movements and patted her chest. "I was shocked. I didn't expect you to suddenly stand up."

As she spoke, she moved to the end of the bed, repeated the movements for Lu Yi, and then huddled back in the corner to answer the next question: "I'll watch you."

Lu Yi heard the emphasis on the word "look" in her words and subconsciously asked: "Why are you looking at me?"

"I'm afraid you'll steal water from home and give it to others. Then mother, I, and you will have no water to use." Xiaomei spoke slowly, trying to pronounce the words clearly.

Lu Yi understood, and felt inexplicably guilty when he was stared at by Xiaomei's innocent eyes. He explained softly, "I won't do this again. From now on, all the water in the house will be left to me. I will fetch it."

Unexpectedly, Liang Xiaomei objected loudly, saying with a stern face, "No!"

"I can't give it to you. Mom has already gone to pick it up. I want to keep watching over you." There was a hint of pride in Liang Xiaomei's eyes.

Already gone to fetch water? Oh no! Thinking of the conversation he heard after crossing over, Lu Yi's expression changed slightly. He raised his foot to rush over to fetch water, but then remembered that he didn't know where to fetch water.

I had originally thought of waiting until no one would disturb me before receiving the memories, but now it seems that is no longer possible.

Lu Yi sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

The original owner was the only child in the family. He had never seen his mother since he was born and was raised by his father. The father and son had a very deep relationship.

Later, his father Lu Xingtian married Liang Sulan as his second wife, and she also had a daughter, Xiaomei.

The original owner grew up in a pampered environment and only had eyes for his father.

For him, it was like two strangers suddenly moving into the house. Lu Xingtian, who had always loved him, unknowingly gave half of his love to that silly Liang Xiaomei, which made the original owner so angry that he wanted to go against Lu Xingtian.

The original owner turned a blind eye to Liang Sulan's kindness and even targeted the silly Liang Xiaomei everywhere.

However, time reveals a person's true character. Under Lu Xingtian's patient guidance, the original owner's stiff relationship with his stepmother and stepsister is slowly changing. But at this time, Lu Xingtian suddenly has an accident.

On his way back to the county town, Lu Xingtian was hit by a speeding horse-drawn carriage. The perpetrator got away with it. When Lu Xingtian was carried back home by kind people, he was covered in blood and holding a bag of peanut candy in his hand.

This is Liang Xiaomei’s favorite food.

The original owner stared at the bag of peanut candy and blamed the Liang mother and daughter for his father's accident. The relationship that had been easing quickly dropped to freezing point again.

After Lu Xingtian passed away, the original owner hated them so much that her personality changed drastically. She started hanging out with the thieves in the village and would occasionally take some good things from home to share with her greedy and poor brothers.