After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Liu Tingjin smiled awkwardly, and for the sake of maintaining his demeanor, he put the tweed coat back on Tang Manwen.

"Wenwen, you're so cold. I'm not cold. I'm just trying to show you what it feels like to be cold."

Liu Tingjin had a silly look on his face, his smile a bit silly. Tang Manwen was amused by his stubbornness. She put her coat back on and saw someone waving at them not far away. Liu Tingjin noticed it too and walked over with his thin legs.

Only then did Tang Manwen notice that Liu Tingjin was wearing capri pants, no long johns underneath, revealing his shimmering calves. The fat man had a large belly but skinny legs; from a distance, he looked like a potato with two chopsticks nailed to it. Meanwhile, Zhu Jiang, who was assisting him, had a much more balanced build.

Zhu Jiang is quite tall, with a slightly dark complexion, long legs and arms, and a square face. His facial features give him a sense of stupidity, which, combined with his immaturity, makes him look silly.

"Jingjie, how come you're so strong after not having sex for a year?"

"Fuck you! The hanged man is Nanling Pan Xi? He should speak Nanling dialect when making excuses!"

Liu Yujin, hearing Zhu Jiang's broken mix of Gan dialect and Cantonese, burst out in dialect. Tang Manwen, even at a distance from him, was already showing off his skills, but he'd been speaking Mandarin for over a decade and had forgotten most of his dialect. His words had the awkwardness of an outsider pretending to be a local.

The two hadn't spoken in a long time, but when they did, they didn't have much to say. They just cursed and said unlucky things about their families. The childhood friends exchanged a few more insults, and Tang Manwen came over, her graceful figure. Zhu Jiang saw a girl he had never seen before. She was a very beautiful girl, with watery eyes, and her gentle gaze fixed on him.

Zhu Jiang's face turned slightly red. He was too embarrassed to continue swearing, so he just smiled shyly and scratched his head while doing so.

"Hello sister!"

Zhu Jiang yelled, and just like the report, the sudden rise in pitch scared Liu Tingjin so much that he almost jumped three inches on the spot.

"What sister? Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend Tang Manwen! She and I are in the same class! You can call her mom."

"mom!"

Zhu Jiang called out "Mom" with a silly look on his face. Liu Tingjin dared to say it and he really dared to call out "Mom". Tang Manwen covered her mouth and laughed, just watching them playfully.

"Hello, Zhu Jiang, just call me by my name. I kept hearing Zhu Jin talking about you on the train."

"That fat bastard definitely didn't say anything good about me."

Chapter 136 A strange combination of circumstances

Qin Zhixin and Qin Zhifeng worked for more than an hour and prepared a table full of fish. The children from Qin Zhixin's godfather's family also came to join in the fun.

This boy is called Zhang Zihao. He has dark skin, is short and fat, and looks a bit silly. Qin Zhixin's godfather is his uncle. He is only one year older than Qin Zhixin. When Qin Zhixin was a child, she went to the mountains with him every day to catch small animals.

Later, when Qin Zhixin started middle school and stopped visiting her hometown often, their contact gradually faded. Zhang Zihao didn't even dare sit next to Qin Zhixin when he came. They were childhood friends, and even when they were little, they were like mud monkeys, but as Qin Zhixin grew up, she seemed to naturally distance herself from him.

Zhang Zihao knew about Qin Zhixin's return two days ago, but he didn't dare play with her. He just watched TV at home, though his mind wandered to her. He was shy; he wasn't old enough to pee and play in the mud anymore. Only after Qin Zhifeng arrived did he muster the courage to come over. Compared to Qin Zhixin, Zhang Zihao felt more comfortable around the adult Qin Zhifeng. After all, Qin Zhixin was so beautiful and had such a great figure. Even if they hadn't done anything together as children, Zhang Zihao felt a prickly sensation around her now.

After dinner, he followed Qin Zhifeng out to play, while Qin Zhixin stayed inside to do her homework. About half an hour later, Qin Zhifeng and Zhang Zihao ran excitedly into the living room. Zhang Zihao had a silly smile on his face, holding a wrinkled red plastic bag in his hand. I don't know what was inside, but it looked quite heavy.

"Stop doing your homework and look what we found."

Qin Zhixin had just been hunched over her desk, copying homework on her phone, when the bastard barged into the room, startling her so much that she almost dropped her pen. She felt a little irritated, but couldn't bring herself to lash out at the phone. She gently put it down, slammed her pen down on the desk, and stood up, hands on her hips.

"You're crazy! Don't bother me while I'm doing my homework!"

"Bullshit! You copied everything! Let's not talk about this anymore, look at what this is!"

Qin Zhifeng didn't care about Qin Zhixin's anger at all. He knew clearly that this little girl was easy to coax. After saying that, he took the red plastic bag from Zhang Zihao and shook it in front of Qin Zhixin.

Looking at the plastic bag in Qin Zhifeng's hand, Qin Zhixin felt that the bag looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where it was for a moment.

【Isn’t this the bag you used to set off firecrackers when you were a kid? 】

The system felt a little nostalgic. This girl had been naughty since she was little. During Chinese New Year, she, Zhang Zihao, and Fang Shicheng would shoot fireworks at other people's windows, earning a good beating from Tang Yuyu. The system could still clearly remember her tears after the beating. Time passed so quickly, it seemed like in the blink of an eye, and the troublemaker had grown into a graceful young woman.

Qin Zhixin only had some impression after being reminded, and realized it belatedly.

"Aren't these the firecrackers I collected when I was a kid? Zhang Zihao, where did you two find these?"

"I found it while looking for an axe while demolishing a house. I touched it and it's not damp. It should still be able to explode."

Zhang Zihao smirked as Qin Zhifeng piled the contents of the bag onto the table. Zhang Zihao took them one by one and examined them. "Black Spider, Overlord, Monkey King..."

Zhang Zihao would mutter a few words every time he got a big firecracker, ignoring all the other small firecrackers in the bag. After finding the last one, he didn't bother to look at it and just put the bag on the table.

Qin Zhixin couldn't help laughing when she heard him read out the words printed on the firecrackers.

"Why didn't I think these names were so stupid before?"

Zhang Zihao subconsciously snorted. "How can I be stupid? You know how powerful it is! Black Spider, Overlord, just hearing them makes me sound so powerful. The Monkey King, just hearing them makes me fly so high in the sky."

Qin Zhixin curled her lips in disdain. "Big firecrackers and sky-high thunder, what can you say? The Monkey King can only fly two stories high."

Qin Zhifeng was more mature, so he just put the two largest ones in his hands and weighed them. The two were wrapped in red plastic paper, and the outer packaging had a bull's head printed on it, with "Big Overlord" printed below.

He weighed it, unsure.

"This is pretty heavy, at least half a pound, right? How did this thing not explode when you were a kid?"

"You'll die if you say something nice, right? I feel like this is a detonator. I've never played with this before, and my mom wouldn't let me if I wanted to."

Qin Zhixin took a "Big Overlord" and felt its weight. It was indeed at least half a pound. Zhang Zihao was still grinning. He didn't dare look directly at Qin Zhixin's face, but lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"I bought this. It's super expensive. You can't buy anything like this anymore. How about ordering this for fun? Let's go fry some fish?"

"Come on, we're still frying fish. We had fish for lunch, aren't you tired of it?"

"Change the place? I found a hole in the ground, and I think there's a rabbit in it. Let's stuff this in there and have some fun? If we catch a rabbit, we'll roast it."

Qin Zhixin became interested after hearing this and put her phone in her pocket.

"This firecracker is so old, can it still explode? I hope it's not all damp."

Qin Zhifeng casually grabbed a box of firecrackers from his bag, pulled out a firecracker with the rubber band at the edge, and scratched it vigorously. Aside from a red mark on the rubber band, nothing happened. He scratched it twice more, wiping off the top powder, but still no fire.

"What kind of counterfeit and shoddy products are you buying?"

Qin Zhixin was a little embarrassed and took the box of firecrackers from him.

"It's all from my lucky money! Of course I'll buy the cheap ones. Besides, it's been so many years."

Qin Zhixin pulled out a firecracker and threw it directly into the brazier. This action frightened Qin Zhifeng and Zhang Zihao and made them take a few steps back. With a muffled "bang!", the firecracker went off. Seeing that Qin Zhifeng was still a little dazed, Qin Zhixin stuffed the bag of firecrackers on the table into his hands.

"It can still explode. Go find a lighter."

…………

The rabbit hole Zhang Zihao discovered was on the small hill in the backyard of the old house. It took several turns to see it. Even though Qin Zhixin had been going crazy nearby since she was a child, this was her first time here.

The dry bushes were dotted with a few lonely short trees, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of waxy yellow leaves, but they were not dry and were stained with water from somewhere. Qin Zhixin's small leather boots even sank slightly when she stepped on them, and it felt like she was stepping on thick cotton felt.

Zhang Zihao still remembered his location and climbed up the slope using his hands and feet. Qin Zhifeng followed closely behind him, stepped up the slope in one stride, stood on it, and pulled Qin Zhixin up as well.

"this one."

Zhang Zihao pointed to the front right side, where there was a small square mound of earth. Hidden in the bushes at the lower corner was a small hole the size of an adult's fist, which was round and very regular.

"Stop, I'll take a break."

Qin Zhixin bent over, breathless. The continuous uphill climb had made her legs tremble a little, and she even began to sweat. She opened the top of her jacket, and the towering mountains surged with her rapid breathing. After catching her breath for a while, she felt relieved and stood up to look around.

On Badger Hill, you could barely see a few rooftops, about three hundred meters apart in a straight line. The slope seemed surrounded by low hills, forming an open bowl shape, connected to the distant mountains. The faint sound of water could be heard. Qin Zhixin suddenly felt a sense of eeriness around her. She shivered and wrapped her open coat tightly around her.

"How did you find this place? It's a bit out of the way."

"Well, you don't understand. I found it yesterday by following the dog."

Qin Zhixin didn't want to complain about the point in that comment, so she stood there for a moment, examining the mound. Although covered in dead grass and fallen leaves, it was too rigid to be natural, looking more like something artificially restored. Zhang Zihao took the largest "Big Overlord" and stuffed it into the hole, then used dead leaves to block the firecrackers tightly. Qin Zhifeng pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit the fuse, grabbed the bag of firecrackers, and hid beside Qin Zhixin with Zhang Zihao.

But the more Qin Zhixin looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong.

The raised slope in front is square and looks like a tomb.

But the fuse was already lit, and it was too late to speak. She quickly covered her ears. "Big Overlord" truly lived up to its domineering name, and Qin Zhifeng had accidentally blocked the hole, causing a corner of the mound to collapse, sending grayish-white soil flying everywhere, a small piece even flying onto Qin Zhixin's head.

"Brilliant!"

Zhang Zihao didn't cover his ears, but he could only feel a buzzing sound. He shouted excitedly and trotted over to the collapsed mound. Qin Zhixin followed him. She brushed the dirt off her head and took a look. It was generally off-white. The mound had a gray-yellow layer inside, and the uniform off-white layer around the edge created a sharp contrast with the dark brown humus at the very edge.

Qin Zhixin felt her calves trembling uncontrollably.

"Brother! Lao Zhang! Stop it! This is a grave!"

Qin Zhixin's face changed with fear when she saw that Zhang Zihao had already stuffed the remaining "Big Overlord" into the hole.

"What?"

Zhang Zihao turned around, his ears were still buzzing. He could only hear Qin Zhixin calling him, but he couldn't make out what Qin Zhixin was saying. His hands didn't stop moving, and the lighter had already lit the fuse of the remaining "Big Overlord" cigarette.

"What, what, what! Run! You blew up someone's ancestral grave!"

With a dull thud, Qin Zhixin watched numbly as half a plank, painted with mottled black paint, was blown high into the air by the grayish-yellow soil, then, by some strange coincidence, landed on a nearby treetop. No matter how strong cement was, it wasn't reinforced concrete; it couldn't withstand a detonator explosion, especially not twice.

Qin Zhifeng stood aside and watched, his mouth moving as he wanted to speak but couldn't.

Qin Zhifeng felt they were in trouble. He'd expected something to pop up in the explosion, like a rabbit, a field mouse, or even a fat badger. If anything roastable popped up, the three of them would be completely overjoyed until dinner. But exploding someone else's ancestors was definitely out of his mind.

If the degree of mischief was listed in numerical terms, when he and Qin Zhixin stole the neighbor's chicken and roasted it for food when he was a child, it would at most be counted as one. But he couldn't say anything about the heinous crime of blowing up the ancestral tomb, and he didn't dare to say it.

Chapter 137: Getting to the bottom of things

Qin Zhixin stared blankly at the wooden plank that had been blown onto the tree. She thought it was painted black, yet it was so dazzling. Aside from the sound of water and wind, the scene was once again filled with silence.

Qin Zhixin turned her neck stiffly and managed to squeeze out a word from her throat.

"Brother, go pick up the coffin."

As soon as she finished speaking, the dead branch on which the wooden board was hung could not bear the weight, and the coffin board fell down and broke into pieces on the ground. The three people who had caused the trouble at the scene fell into a brief silence again.

Zhang Zihao was at a loss. He stared at the half coffin board that fell on the ground for a while, then glanced at the hole that was blown out with his eyes slanted. He didn't dare to look directly at it, so he could only stare at Qin Zhifeng with lifeless eyes.

"Brother Feng, are we in trouble?"

Qin Zhifeng lowered his head, his dead eyes fixed on the firecracker bag in Qin Zhixin's hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a leg bone in the hole made by the explosion. He swallowed, stepped back a few steps with his back to the hole, and picked up the coffin lid, but then, belatedly, threw it to the ground.

"Let's cover up the ancestors first, then go back and get a shovel to repair it. Just think of it as renovating the old house."

Qin Zhixin's tone was weak. Although she had done many awful things before, this was the first time she had done something as cruel as forcing someone's ancestors to fly on a plane. She had a lot to say, but the words just wouldn't come out. Qin Zhixin wanted to throw away the bag of firecrackers, but she was afraid of leaving any evidence at the scene, so she simply stuffed the bag into her jacket pocket and ran back.

This time she didn't care about being out of breath after running so fast, she just focused on running back.

Seeing this, Qin Zhifeng kicked the coffin board toward the collapsed hole. Zhang Zihao, like catching a ball, kicked a board into the tomb. The two of them followed Qin Zhixin and ran back in panic. After returning to the old house, the three of them stole a few farm tools and a basket from the Qin family's utility room and immediately sneaked out.

Zhang Zihao, carrying a shovel, Qin Zhifeng, two hoes, and Qin Zhixin, a basket, ran to the Zhang family's orange grove. On their way back, they agreed to first find some tribute to atone for their mistake and then fill the hole caused by the explosion. They didn't dare to take the main road, so they took a small path from the back door to the nearby orange orchard. The so-called orchard was actually a low hill covered with fragrant orange trees.

The scented oranges grown by the Zhang family are not yet ripe. They hang on the branches, and the orange peels are still a little green.

Qin Zhixin didn't dare to pick every orange from a tree, only picking two or three from each. Before she had even picked a few, Zhang Zihao came running over, holding a dead goose in his hand. He and Qin Zhifeng had originally planned to help pick oranges, but Qin Zhifeng realized he had caught a goose in the trap he had set.

The goose's neck was caught, and the noose became tighter and tighter as it struggled. When Qin Zhifeng discovered it, the goose had been dead for some time. It was only because the weather was cold now that it would have stunk.

Qin Zhixin glanced at it.

"Brother, this goose belongs to Haozi's family, right? He's the only one in the village who has a few, and you killed one."

Qin Zhifeng spoke nonchalantly.

"Aren't the oranges you plucked also from Haozi's family? Besides, his geese have been chasing me a lot, and now one of them is dead, it's karma."

"But we can't just focus on the Haozi family."

Qin Zhixin replied, but her hands did not stop picking oranges.

Zhang Zihao didn't care at all. The livestock at home were not guard dogs. If they died, they died. They were just vegetables anyway. He interrupted Qin Zhixin's chatter.

"Never mind. I was the one who blew up the tomb. Let's throw away the offerings and fill the hole first."

"It's okay. I'll slaughter a sheep this afternoon. You can stew some more tonight and make some braised lamb chops. Zhang Zihao, don't forget to take some after you eat it in the evening. Take some cooked or raw food. Also take the sheep eggs for your father to nourish him."

After hearing this reckless remark, Qin Zhixin glared at Qin Zhifeng and asked, "So what are you going to do with this goose?"

"Just make it a tribute together with the orange. When the time comes, bury it in the pit and no one will find it."

After Qin Zhixin had picked half a basket of oranges, she dumped the oranges aside, placed the dead goose in the basket, and piled the oranges on top, until the basket was completely filled. She tried to lift it, but it was a bit difficult. Zhang Zihao tactfully offered to carry it for her, but Qin Zhixin didn't let him.

The three of them circled back again, Qin Zhifeng searching for the snares he had set. There were six snares in total. One had killed the Zhang family's goose, and another had snared a plump hedgehog against the mountain. The snare had caught the hedgehog's hind leg. The creature, being a fool, struggled mightily. By the time Qin Zhifeng found it, its leg was already bruised and purple.

Qin Zhifeng stepped forward and untied the noose from the aluminum ring, hanging the still living hedgehog to weigh it.

"This is more than a pound. It's time for this beast to hibernate and start fattening up."

Qin Zhifeng said with a smile, pretending to stuff the fat hedgehog into the basket as well. Qin Zhixin turned around and dodged.

"Kill it first! It's crawling around and shitting in the basket, and I'm still carrying the basket."

"If you kill it, it won't be fresh anymore. Forget it, I'll carry it."

"Brother Feng, are you going to sacrifice the hedgehog as well? That's a bit casual."

"Sacrificing a living one? Aren't you afraid of retribution for your ancestors? In the past, they would fill the pit and kill and roast the fish right away. I made several traps before I caught a live one."

Qin Zhifeng said as he tied the rope around the hedgehog's leg into a knot. The three of them continued walking towards the grave mound. The hedgehog kept squealing along the way. Qin Zhifeng got annoyed and swung it around a few times before it stopped squealing.