The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

It seems like I haven't picked up a pen to write for a while because I'm too tired.

Whenever night falls and I return home, my exhausted body just wants to fall asleep quickly, without even the strength to move.

These days, I have been picking up waste with my grandfather, and it is really hard work.

My grandfather saw it and felt sad, so he decided to give me a day off.

Not only that, he also gave me some pocket money.

Although the money is not much, as long as I can spend it frugally and save it slowly, it will become more and more.

That's why I have time to sit at the table and write today.

The days of picking up waste with grandpa were really not easy.

Every morning, when I hear the chickens at my grandfather's house start crowing, I know it's time to get up and go to work.

There is a small town nearby. If we don't act quickly, I'm afraid that the valuable garbage will be taken away by others.

Of course, using the word "grab" may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it is true that they arrived one step earlier than us.

Don't underestimate this small difference. If there is just a tiny difference, we may be the ones starving.

Grandpa got up very early today and went out before the rooster crowed. I guess he can have a sumptuous dinner tonight.

Thinking of this, my mood also became cheerful.

And my grandfather doesn’t seem to be able to read very well. When he sells scrap, he is always scolded by people over there.

Although I don’t understand the meaning, I have a pair of beautiful green eyes!

I just dragged a bag of waste and put it there to watch.

Anyway, the price of one of other people's scraps is equivalent to the price of two of my scraps.

Well... in this case, wouldn't grandpa suffer a huge loss?

But my grandfather told me that this was just a normal transaction and told me not to think too much about it.

We don't know, and we dare not ask.

Now that grandpa is back, I have to hurry and prepare dinner!

......

Really, why doesn’t grandpa let me continue asking?

If a normal person sees so many injuries on someone's body for no apparent reason, he or she will definitely get to the bottom of it!

Look at grandpa's legs and then look at his hands, they are covered with bruises and purple spots.

I asked him what was wrong, but my grandfather smiled and said it was okay, and told me to hurry up and get ready, as he would make me something delicious in the evening.

Humph, grandpa must be hiding something from me.

So I threatened my grandfather by not eating and asked him to give me an explanation.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade me, my grandfather told me the truth.

It turned out that when he went to sell scrap today, the heavy snow blocked his view and he accidentally fell, which led to his current situation.

But I knew in my heart that my grandfather must be lying to me.

Because the scars on his body were obviously caused by being beaten, and I have suffered such injuries myself, so I am very familiar with these scars.

Grandpa didn't seem to care about the scars. He just kept urging me to eat and drink soup quickly, and said he wanted to nourish my body.

He said he would find a way to send me to school, claiming that this would ensure my future. He also praised me for being so smart and said I would definitely be able to leave this town.

To be honest, I was both eager and conflicted about going to school.

I was eager to study because I really wanted to study, but I was also worried that if I was lucky enough to go to school, when I got home, I would see my grandfather lying motionless in bed.

But I quickly told myself that this would not happen.

My grandfather’s words reminded me that I should study hard.

After all, selling scrap can only provide food and clothing for one person, and my presence provides one more mouth to feed.

Moreover, my grandfather always bought some meat intentionally or unintentionally, which undoubtedly cost him more money.

You know, it's winter now and meat is expensive.

......

Today, a lot of strangers came to my house. They looked about the same age as my grandfather, but younger than him. They were just a group of old men.

I leaned against the window and looked at them curiously, and found that their faces seemed familiar.

If you think about it carefully, aren’t these the same people who always liked to point fingers and gossip when my grandfather was selling scrap?

It’s really strange that they still found our place even though we live in such a remote place.

This reminds me of a saying: "He who comes has bad intentions."

Yes, that’s what it feels like!

What’s even more hateful is that they actually pushed and shoved my grandfather. Seeing this scene, my heart was filled with anger.

Grandpa is already an elderly man. What should we do if he gets injured accidentally?

After they left, I saw my grandfather's sad face, but when he saw me, he immediately returned to his original kind smile.

I know my grandfather is hiding something from me again.

After he came back, he told me that the weather was getting cold, and that he would take me to pick up grass starting tomorrow, and he would not let me go with him to pick up trash anymore.

Picking herbs? Because they are the kind of herbs that can be made into medicine, so they should be very profitable if sold once.

Grandpa said that I have been getting weaker and weaker recently and I often lie in the snow.

He wants to buy more meat to nourish my body.

I told my grandfather that he didn’t need to worry about me. The doctor said my disease couldn’t be cured and I could only wait to die.

After I said that, I regretted it. I shouldn’t have told my grandfather.

You know, it costs a lot of money to see a doctor in a hospital owned by a family in a small town. I hope grandpa won’t take this matter to heart.

I should have died when I fainted in the garbage dump.

My grandfather has kept me alive for this long. I think that’s enough and I don’t want to add to his burden.

......

Instead of picking up grass, it would be easier to pick up trash.

My grandfather only gave me a book and told me to look for it near my home according to the pictures in the book and not to go far.

He himself chose to pick up trash.

Even so, I'm still pretty smart.

So, I walked alone on the snow with a small shovel, specifically shoveling the snow in the small corners.

Because I firmly believe that grass is like people. If they want to survive and grow, they will surely take root and thrive tenaciously in harsh environments.

Sure enough, I found the same herbs as in the pictures in those places.

Little grass! Little grass! You are so small, yet so tenacious.

I know you had an extremely difficult life and went through countless hardships.

The strong wind tried to break you, the blizzard tried to drown you, and the scorching sun tried to dry you up, but you still stubbornly poked your head out of the soil and kept growing.

But it is not easy for us to survive.

But please don't worry, I can promise you!

I will carry your strong will to live and strive to live on.

Well... just think of me living for you, and I will show you a bigger and more beautiful world!

Hehe, just kidding. You can’t cure me, and I can’t take you to see the world.

Just let other sick people live well.

Let them show you the wonderful world.