The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Um……?

Why does this page seem so heavy when turned compared to the others?

Theresa suddenly felt an indescribable bad feeling in her heart.

She looked at the four-leaf clover diary slowly and bit by bit.

She seemed to see again the little girl who was abandoned by her mother in the garbage dump in winter.

In the midst of the ice and snow, she was ruthlessly abandoned, as if in her mother's eyes, her daughter was like garbage.

The little girl was searching for leftover bread in the garbage dump, swallowing it with difficulty, but somehow she uttered the heartbreaking words "It tastes just like home".

And how did she know that the shocking marks on her grandfather's body were caused by someone beating him?

"Wow!"

When Theresa turned the unusual page, several pieces of paper fell out.

When Theresa used her black hands to pick it up from the ground, she found the papers.

It’s...money!

Clover put five crumpled one-hundred-yuan bills in the notebook!

Theresa felt so depressed that she couldn't breathe. She seemed to know what happened next.

When her grandfather started selling scrap, she gradually became aware of the existence of this phenomenon.

This wasn't so different from the world she came from.

Selling at low prices and facing competition from peers.

After all, there are many people selling scrap, but only one buyer.

The key to Grandpa's continued sales of scrap is his low price, which makes buyers more willing to purchase more scrap at a lower price.

The purpose of this is to ensure that Clover has meat at every meal and thus obtains adequate nutrition.

However, other elderly scavengers are not satisfied with this as their waste cannot be sold and it is difficult for them to exchange it for the money they need.

So some people united together, stopped my grandfather and taught him a lesson, asking him not to do that again in the future.

Despite this, Grandpa witnessed Clover often falling weakly on the snow, but he still firmly decided to maintain the status quo.

As a result, he received a warning and was banned from doing it again.

Theresa speculated that the reason Grandpa asked Clover to find the herbs was probably because he was worried that she would be in danger if she followed him.

......

Grandpa is gone, leaving this world forever.

At that sad moment, I buried him with my own hands.

I picked up the shovel, the shovel that I usually used to dig herbs. I waved the shovel again and again, just like digging herbs, digging little by little with difficulty and persistence, just to dig out a resting place for my grandfather.

During the excavation process, I didn't cry. I was very strong and kept holding back the tears that were about to burst out.

I told myself that I must hold on and not be weak at this time.

When I finally dug a big hole, my body was exhausted and almost couldn't take it anymore.

I know I can't fall down. I have to save some energy to finish everything and then cry my heart out.

I can't faint halfway through burying my grandfather, otherwise he won't be able to rest in peace.

I'm sorry, I couldn't be that strong at that time.

When I buried the brand new clothes that my grandfather gave me in the soil, it was just like writing now.

I cried and cried non-stop.

I really regret why I didn’t read and study hard at that time.

When my grandfather returned home, he was already feeling unwell and started coughing violently.

I simply thought it was because the weather was too cold, so I quickly boiled some hot water for my grandfather to drink.

Grandpa took the hot water and said to me with a smile, "Catch the chicken at the back and bring it in so we can have chicken soup today."

I was confused. Why kill the chicken? It can still lay eggs, so we can eat them.

But grandpa just smiled and said nothing, "If you don't go, I'll go." Then he turned around and wanted to go out to catch chickens.

It's freezing outside, the snow is falling so heavily, and the weather is so cold. How could I let my grandpa go?

So I had to reluctantly go outside to catch the chicken, slaughter it with great reluctance, and then start to make soup.

By the time the chicken soup was ready, grandpa was already lying in bed, looking like he was dying.

I...I thought I would feel better if I had some hot chicken soup to warm myself up.

The result... The result...

......

The writing ended here. Clover probably couldn't bear the sadness anymore and started crying again.

Theresa looked at the paper in the light of the fire.

It's all wrinkled!

......

Me, I have to keep writing.

This matter is really important, I must record it in full.

The chicken soup that day was absolutely delicious, and the chicken was especially tasty.

I kept urging my grandfather to drink more, after all, such good soup is not easy to get.

During that period, the scraps picked up by her grandfather seemed to be less and less valuable, and she didn't know how to sell the herbs she had dug with great effort, so she could only pile them aside helplessly.

So we haven't eaten meat for a long, long time.

I finally had the chance to drink such delicious chicken soup. I drank several bowls in one go until there was not a drop of soup left in the pot.

It seemed that grandpa wanted to say something, but when he saw my satisfied look after eating and drinking, he finally swallowed his words back into his stomach.

Because it was not completely dark yet, my grandfather knew that I knew the way to the town.

I think the reason why grandpa did this was because he was worried that I would run to the town to plead for him right away.

My health is weak and he doesn't want me to be implicated or dragged down in any way.

Yes, Grandpa guessed right.

If he said he was sick, I would run to the small town hospital to plead for help without hesitation.

That very night, an unfortunate incident occurred. Grandpa's condition suddenly worsened.

Late at night, a violent cough woke me up from my sleep.

I saw that my grandfather's face was flushed, and when I touched it, I found that his forehead was extremely hot.

I have a fever!

I desperately wanted to do something to help him, but I was at a loss as to what to do.

I remembered the herbs I had dug earlier.

So I hurriedly took out the herbs, but soon I realized a cruel reality.

Although I clearly remembered that these herbs were effective in treating fever, I had no idea about the specific steps and methods in the book.

I regret why I didn't finish reading the book.

Faced with the pile of herbs in front of me, I felt helpless and frustrated.

I don't know how to grind the medicine, nor do I know what other medicines should be used together with it. I don't know what to pay attention to when using it. If I use it with random combinations, my grandfather will be in greater danger.

I could only stare blankly at the pile of herbs, watching helplessly but unable to do anything.

My grandfather’s last words were to let me go to the town to see a doctor, and he gave me all his money.

A full five hundred yuan.

When I finished writing this, I was depressed for a long time and couldn't extricate myself for several days.

I was the only one left in the empty room, feeling lonely and helpless.

At that moment, a terrible thought even flashed through my mind - I'd rather die.

But if I die, who will remember grandpa?

Death is not the end, oblivion is.

I must live, I will live on in place of my grandfather.

absolute.