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In the early 1990s, every household in Qingcao Village owned a large sugarcane field. The villagers relied on the sugarcane fields for their livelihood, selling fresh sugarcane or boiling it into brown sugar, which made the people of Qingcao Village very wealthy, except for the Qi family.

The Qi family has two sons. The eldest, Qi Zhi, is sixteen years old and in the second year of junior high school. He is a troublemaker who is idle, cockfighting, and bird-keeping. He doesn't do well in school but often causes trouble for his family. As a result, many families in the village are very disgusted with the Qi family because of Qi Zhi.

Besides, the main reason why the villagers disliked the Qi family was that they were all lazy, good-for-nothing, and would steal chickens and dogs from time to time. Many times, the villagers tried to drive the Qi family out of Qingcao Village, but they endured their tantrums and did not actually drive them out.

The Qi family owned land, but it was completely empty and neglected, long since becoming a vast wasteland. It wasn't until the original owner was five years old that crops began to grow on the land.

However, the original owner was still young and could not cultivate many plots, so he could only cultivate one plot at a time. Even so, there were still large areas of land that were empty.

The original owner is now eight years old and has just started first grade. If the village secretary hadn't gone to the Qi family to persuade them again and again, saying that it's nine years of compulsory education and that if the original owner wasn't allowed to go to school, the Qi family would be in jail, and the original owner probably wouldn't have been allowed to go to school.

Because of school, there was even less time to tend to the wasteland. Only after school could one run to the field to weed and fertilize. But that was far from enough. Fortunately, Grandpa Qi, who lived alone next door, helped the original owner, preventing the land from falling into complete disrepair.

Grandpa Qi never married, and the original owner couldn't give a specific reason why. He only knew that Grandpa Qi, who was frightening in other people's eyes, was an extremely kind person. Grandpa Qi would give him food when he was hungry, although he would have to earn it by working; he would teach him how to farm; and the day before he went to school, he would throw a tattered schoolbag at him with a look of disgust, warning him to study hard or he would be kicked out.

The original owner knew that although Grandpa Qi was fierce and spoke in a bad tone, he was always kind to him, and he remembered it all.

But this kind-hearted Grandpa Qi was tragically killed at home by his family.

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"Oh dear, oh dear, my memory isn't what it used to be when I got old. I forgot to bring the sugarcane back after I cut it yesterday. Look, it's all turned red overnight..."

"Aunt Qi, don't feel bad about eating it yourself! That red sugarcane is poisonous; it can kill you!"

"Oh, oh, I know that. People have eaten red sugarcane before and ended up in the hospital spending a lot of money, but they still couldn't be saved. I can't do something so stupid. Don't worry, I just feel sorry for these sugarcane..."

"What's there to feel bad about? It's not much. Just put it out to dry in the sun, and we can take it home to use as fuel for fires without wasting anything..."

He prayed to hear the conversations the original owner had heard in his previous life, looked down at the hoe in his hand, and continued to work diligently.

After turning over this small patch of land, Qi Yuan was already drenched in sweat. Looking at the fruits of her labor, she had no energy to feel sentimental and picked up her hoe to head home.

"Grandpa! I've put the hoe in the storeroom for you. I'm going home now." Qi Yuan walked into Grandpa Qi's yard. Grandpa Qi wasn't in the yard. After putting the hoe in the storeroom, she shouted into the house.

"Have some water before you go. I've put your teacup by the well."

"Hey!" Qi Yuan responded, and when he turned his head, he saw a teacup of water placed on the well. He picked it up and poured it into his mouth, but when he tasted it, he realized something was wrong. The water was really sweet today. Grandpa Qi must have added sugar to it again. He had told him so many times that he should just drink the well water, but the old man just wouldn't listen.

"Grandpa, I've finished drinking, I'm going home now!" Qi Yuan called out to the house again, and only after hearing Grandpa Qi's response did she walk home.

As soon as I entered, I heard my mother's sarcastic remarks.

"Oh, I thought it was some rare guest. Isn't this our most capable young master? Why are you back so early today? What's the use of tending that lousy land all day? I've never seen you bring back any grain."

Qi Yuan glanced at her mother and saw that she was peeling sugarcane. The core of the sugarcane was obviously red. Qi Yuan pretended not to see or hear it and went back to her room.

"Can't you hear me? Are you deaf?" Receiving no response, Qi's mother stood in the yard, about to unleash a torrent of abuse. Qi Zhi, standing nearby, pulled her back, his tone impatient:

"Mom, why are you bothering with him? Hurry up and make me some sugar water."

Upon hearing her eldest son's voice, Qi's mother stopped scolding and proudly boasted towards Qi Yuan's room, "Some people work hard for years and don't bring back anything good. Unlike my eldest son, who can even get his hands on sugarcane. Son, don't worry, Mom will make you some sugar water right away. I won't let your brother have a drop..."

While Qi's mother was still nagging in the yard, Qi Yuan paused for a moment while doing her homework inside the house, then continued writing.

Drink it, and it's best not to leave him a single drop.

In her previous life, the original owner overheard Aunt Qi's words while working in the fields. When she returned, she saw Aunt Qi processing red sugarcane. Fearing that her family would be poisoned, she refused to let them drink the sugarcane juice. What happened next? Good deeds don't always bring good rewards. Aunt Qi and Uncle Qi started cursing at the original owner. Not satisfied with just cursing, they ended up fighting.

Finally, Qi Zhi, annoyed, said, "Didn't he say he couldn't drink it? Let's force-feed him all of it so we can see if he can actually drink it or not."

Upon hearing this, the original owner immediately begged for mercy. Qi's father grabbed the original owner and Qi's mother poured sugarcane juice down the original owner's throat to prevent him from vomiting. They waited for a while before letting go.

As expected, the original owner drank the red sugarcane juice and became dizzy that night. He struggled to get up and wanted to ask for help. He had already opened the door to his parents' room when he lost his balance and fell down.

The imagined scene did not occur. Instead, they heard the angry curses of the original owner's parents. The original owner lay on the ground, convulsing along with the curses. Even so, the couple did not intend to take the original owner to the hospital, letting the original owner die.

After the death, the Qi couple brought the original owner's body to Grandpa Qi, insisting that the water Grandpa Qi had given the original owner that day had caused his death and demanding compensation. Grandpa Qi refused, so the Qi couple and Qi Zhi started smashing things. Grandpa Qi tried to stop them, but in the process, he accidentally pushed Grandpa Qi to the ground, whereupon a large pool of blood flowed out.

The Qi family got scared, stopped smashing things, and ran away.

Later, the village chief, having not seen Grandpa Qi for several days, went to look for him and found the original owner of the body and Grandpa Qi, who had been dead for several days. After reporting to the police, due to the lack of advanced criminal investigation technology, all that was known was that the original owner had been poisoned and that Grandpa Qi had accidentally fallen to his death. No one saw any members of the Qi family looking for Grandpa Qi, so the only conclusion was that the original owner had accidentally ingested something poisonous, and Grandpa Qi, hearing the noise, rushed to check on him, and because of his advanced age, accidentally fell and died.

The Qi family lived in fear for many days, and only breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the police's decision. That night, the three of them counted the money they had stolen from Grandpa Qi on the kang (a heated brick bed), cursing him as an old geezer.

A short while later, the voices of Qi Zhi and his mother could be heard in the courtyard.

"Mom, the sugarcane juice is so sweet, I want to drink it again tomorrow."

"Okay, as long as you can bring back sugarcane, Mom will get it for you!" The mother and son drank water very loudly, as if they were afraid that Qi Yuan wouldn't hear them. They even ran to the entrance of Qi Yuan's courtyard to slurp their water.

Qi Yuan pretended not to hear and continued to bury himself in his homework. He didn't know why there was so much homework for first graders. It was all about practicing calligraphy. It was easy for Qi Yuan to write, but to make him write like a primary school student writing for the first time was really difficult for him.

"Dad, you're back! How was your day? Have some sweet soup to sweeten your mouth. Qi Zhi brought this back today." Qi Yuan was still imitating the missing arm and leg handwriting when her mother's voice rang out again. Judging from this voice, it was the original owner's father, who was always gambling, who had returned.

"Not bad, you won ten yuan. Slurp, this sugarcane is pretty good today. Well done, Qi Zhi, you're a true son!" Qi's father praised Qi Zhi while drinking the water, without asking where the sugarcane came from.

When it was time to eat, no one called Qiyuan to eat. Qiyuan was too lazy to look at the family of three's expressions, so she didn't go out and went to bed early. In order to avoid being woken up in the middle of the night, Qiyuan locked the door of her room.

In the middle of the night, Qi Yuan heard something fall to the ground, but simply turned over and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Qi Yuan went out but didn't see the three of them. He picked up his worn-out schoolbag and went to school. After school, he called out a few times when he got home, then pretended to be terrified and ran to the village chief's house. The village chief's house was quite far from Qi Yuan's house. As he ran, Qi Yuan shouted, "Help! My parents and brother have fainted..." trying to let everyone know what had happened to his parents and brother.

The village chief was dragged to the Qi family's house by Qi Yuan. When they arrived outside the house of Qi's parents, they saw the couple slumped over, not unconscious at all; they were clearly dead. The village chief, who had been watching the commotion at the door, put aside his impatience and called over the onlookers to come and check on them.

“Village chief, they’re not breathing…” A bold man reached out and checked under the couple’s noses before looking up and saying.

"Bullshit! I'm furious!" The village chief retorted instinctively upon hearing the man's words, but then realized what the man was talking about. He quickly ran to Qi Zhi's house and saw Qi Zhi lying on the ground in a crooked position, just like his parents. The chamber pot next to him was tilted over, and the liquid inside had spilled all over Qi Zhi's face.

The village chief knew something was wrong and ran back to call the police. The police arrived quickly, first examining the three bodies, then listening to the chatter of the surrounding crowd, before finally questioning Qi Yuan.

When did you find them lying on the ground, unable to get up?

"When I came home from school, I didn't see my mother. When I opened the door, I saw my parents lying on the ground. I didn't dare to touch them, so I ran to find the village chief."

Didn't you notice anything amiss when you left home this morning?

"No, I woke up early. Usually, my parents and brother aren't up yet at this time. I don't quite remember the words I learned yesterday, so I wanted to go to school early to ask..."

...The police asked Qiyuan many questions, and Qiyuan answered them all flawlessly. It was not Qiyuan who killed them in the first place, and her words were completely without any flaws.

"Boss, here's some sugarcane peel, it must be what the deceased ate before he died," a junior officer shouted.

"Let me see it." This whole village grows sugarcane, and every year there are several deaths from eating red-fleshed sugarcane. When the old policeman heard about sugarcane, he had a guess.

Sure enough, when the sugarcane peel was taken over and turned over, red fibers were seen inside.

"Didn't you eat this sugarcane?" the old police officer asked Qi Yuan, pointing to the sugarcane peel.

Just as Qi Yuan was about to speak, the neighbor who had passed by yesterday spoke first: "When I passed by yesterday, I heard his mother say that this was brought back by Qi Zhi, but he wouldn't give it to Qi Yuan. He even said that Qi Yuan was an ungrateful wretch and didn't deserve it..."

Upon hearing this, the veteran police officer looked at Qi Yuan, who nodded and said, "Well... they said I don't bring anything home, so they won't give me any to drink..." As she finished speaking, Qi Yuan's eyes reddened, and she lowered her head.

"What a waste! Do we all have to learn from Qi Zhi and sneakily take things home?"

"It's so pitiful. They lost their parents at such a young age. What will they do in the future?"

"It's better to have no parents at all, if you ask me..."

Seeing Qi Yuan's pitiful state, the villagers began to sigh again. The old policeman, seeing this, didn't ask any more questions. He had the body taken away, told the village chief to take good care of Qi Yuan, and then left.

Not long after, the autopsy results came out, and it was confirmed that Qi's father, mother, and Qi Zhi had indeed died from poisoning by red sugarcane. Upon hearing this news, the villagers talked about it for several days and even ordered their children to be forbidden from eating red sugarcane.

When the village chief came to ask Qi Yuan what she wanted to do in the future, before Qi Yuan could speak, Grandpa Qi stepped forward.

After being adopted by Grandpa Qi as his grandson, Qi Yuan left the small world.

When the original owner opened his eyes, he did not feel dizzy, have a headache, or be unable to breathe. Instead, he heard Grandpa Qi calling him to eat. The original owner held back his tears and replied, "Grandpa, I'm coming."

After the Qi family of three was gone, the original owner and Grandpa Qi managed their land very well. Every year, apart from spending the money on their own food and drink, Grandpa Qi saved all the money he earned for the original owner. When the original owner was admitted to university, Grandpa Qi took out a savings book and handed it to the original owner.

The original owner looked at the string of numbers on the bankbook, cried like a baby, and reluctantly got on the bus with her bag.

After that, every holiday, the original owner couldn't wait to go home to help Grandpa Qi with farming and harvesting. After graduating from university, she used her knowledge to promote the sugarcane of Qingcao Village.

Qingcao Village is thriving. The sugarcane in the fields has buyers, and because of its beautiful environment and fresh air, it has attracted a large number of tourists, becoming a famous sugarcane resort.

Grandpa Qi was well cared for by the original owner of the body and lived to the age of ninety-eight, passing away peacefully without illness. Before his death, he was surrounded by his grandchildren, especially his youngest great-great-grandson, who cried particularly loudly.