The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 17
Joe's father licked his wet fingers and counted, darling, 1 yuan!

Although this 1 yuan is nothing in the eyes of the Li family, it is indeed the living expenses of the Qiao family for several years!

Joe's father was moved.

Seeing this, the Li couple had a lot of good things to say, one of which was: "Uncle Qiao, I'm just such a son. If it wasn't really helpless, I wouldn't come to you. Just do me a favor." , sell us the medicine, no matter whether it is good or not, it is life, I don't blame you."

When Dad Qiao heard it, his eyes lit up.

That's a good thing, that's what he was waiting for.

But Fangzi can't sell it directly, and he still counts on it to make money in the future.

So Father Qiao put forward a condition. He asked the Li couple to bring a thermos over tomorrow in a serious manner. He made the medicine and asked them to take it home. One pair a day for three days in a row.

At night, the smoke from the kitchen was rising, Qiao Wan listened to the sound of Qiao's mother cooking, and stood in front of a water tank to scoop water.

At this time, Papa Qiao walked in the door humming a song, holding some Chinese medicines and a yellow-orange roast duck in his hand.

"Take it, add food tonight."

He attracted Qiao Wan with a smile, raised his greasy hand to touch her hair, Qiao Wan didn't hide, and then heard his father's slightly lower voice.

"Are you happy Sanya? Dad has money to send you to school."

Qiao Guan lowered his head and said nothing, unhappy, not happy at all.

Mother Qiao turned around with a smile and noticed Qiao Min who was behind Father Qiao. She was coming in with a set of newly bought tea sets. Obviously, the father and daughter had just gone to the market.

"The deal is over? How much did the Li family give?" Mother Qiao rubbed the water stains on her hands, and used a spatula to pack the dishes.

Joe's father also laughed: "Ten thousand."

Qiao's mother said in surprise: "There are so many, what if it can't be cured?"

Father Qiao frowned, and said indifferently: "The couple from the Li family said that they don't blame me if they are cured or not. Why don't you take the free money?"

Qiao's mother lowered her head and thought for a while, and felt that what Qiao's father said made sense, so she handed Qiao Wan a plate and asked her to take it out.

Father Qiao lowered his head, looked at his little daughter's eyebrows that were twisted into caterpillars, and patted the back of her head lightly.

"Didn't Dad just say that he wanted to go to school this morning? What are you worried about now? Are you unhappy that you can study?"

Qiao Wan twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a far-fetched smile: "Gao... happy."

She was talking absent-mindedly, and after taking two steps, she suddenly bumped into Qiao Li, who just happened to be holding a pot of hot soup in her hand, and the hot oil dripped onto her arm just like that.

She screamed from the hot soup, and subconsciously spilled the fried winter melon on the plate.

Seeing Qiao Wan being burned, Father Qiao screamed in fright, and hurriedly asked Mother Qiao to find soy sauce, and he dipped his hands on it for her.

"Why are you so worried, girl? What if you have scars? How will you marry in the future?"

Qiao Wan didn't feel the pain, but because of Qiao's father's anxious appearance, he couldn't hold it back for a while, and tears fell down.

As soon as Father Qiao lowered his head, he saw her pitiful watery eyes. He thought the girl had been burned and hurt, so he turned around and blamed Qiao Li.

"What's the matter with you, even though you know you're holding hot soup, you don't know how to give in, look, it's going to burn your sister."

After finishing speaking, Qiao's father comforted him again: "It doesn't hurt, Dad blow it, blow it, it won't hurt anymore."

As Qiao Wan listened, tears fell even more fiercely. With her hazy eyes open, she could vaguely see her family members, her protective mother, her stern-mouthed and bean-hearted father, the elder sister and second sister who always treated her like a treasure. The grandma who would stuff her with snacks to satisfy her hunger from time to time...

She felt sad, feeling that she was really useless. She had lived her life again, but she couldn't do anything. Could it be that she could only watch her family go down the old path in this life?

The next day, when the sky was just dawning, Qiao Wan tiptoed out of the room. Looking at the still dark sky, she picked up the medicine basket and went out.

Wangcai, who was dozing in the yard, heard the movement and wagged his tail at her.

Qiao Guan made a silent gesture to it, quietly pulled the latch, looked back, and then walked towards the top of the mountain with very light steps.

The mountain fog in the morning is too heavy, the land is wet and muddy, and occasionally a gust of mountain wind blows, making the branches and leaves rustle, and there is always a trace of weirdness invisible.

Qiao Wan carried the medicine basket on her back and was struggling to walk. She raised her head to look in the direction of the cave from time to time.

A person's lifespan is predestined, how to die and where to die are all recorded in the book of life and death.

However, some people rely on a little morality to change their fate privately against the sky, or damage the fate of others. Regardless of the method used and how many times the child was cast, the debt owed must be repaid.

So when Qiao Wan saw the living soul, she actually had no intention of paying attention to it. Whether he was dead or alive, she didn't want to cause trouble, but now that her family's interests were involved, she had no choice but to take care of it.

Qiao Guan wiped the sweat off his face with a serious face.

In fact, this was the first time she saw a living soul in Yangjian, so she didn't know what to do, let alone that the soul was willing to go with her.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Wan had already seen the entrance of the cave that day. The entrance of the cave was covered with weeds, which occasionally swayed with the wind. It was obvious that few people usually came.

Qiao Guan stood at the entrance and hesitated for a while, then cautiously went deep, she found the flashlight she carried with her, and turned it on with a "snap", and then there was no trace of the living soul except for the rotten stones on the ground.

Qiao Wan was timid by nature, and she didn't dare to go any further after walking halfway. Occasionally, the mountain wind blew her back, and she shivered a little. Listening to the sound of the mountain spring flowing inside, she guessed that there should be a natural pool deep in the cave.

"Li Junbao."

Qiao Guan lingered on the spot, swallowing with a cold heart, not knowing whether to move on.

It's okay to keep going...

But she is really afraid...

It's okay if you encounter any ghosts, the souls of the dead are extremely afraid of the yang energy of the living, so they won't approach easily, unless they die with injustice and eventually turn into ghosts, which can harm people, but such souls are rare. It is rare to meet in a hundred years.

(End of this chapter)