My cat owner has become a sperm

Chapter 45 PART 45 The Miser's Past (1)

The weather is getting hotter, Feng Chengcheng's small vegetable garden is getting longer and better, and the chickens have grown up a bit, and the little ostrich is growing at an amazing speed. Under the feed and various vegetables, it is better than the chickens. Miao's big physique is now twice as big as them.

"It seems that you will really be able to ride an ostrich soon." Jiu Qianli looked at Feng Chengcheng with a smile, but at this moment Feng Chengcheng had a melancholy expression on his face.

"It has grown up, but I have become a poor man!" Feng Chengcheng felt very sad. He never worried about money before, but now he can beat her with just a penny!
"These vegetables will be enough for us to eat for a while." Miser showed his spirit body and floated over.

"I don't think I'll be able to leave this place for a while." Feng Chengcheng sighed helplessly, "Raising chickens and ostriches, and you two things that don't make money."

"I earned most of the money in your hand." Jiu Qianli crossed his arms, remembering the time he went into the water to catch fish.

"Why don't you go catch some fish and we'll sell it?" Feng Chengcheng's eyes lit up. What she lacks most now is money. Before, I really didn't think money was a good thing, but now I really find that there are few people who don't have money. I really can't live anymore.

"I'm not going!" Jiu Qianli refused without even thinking about it. Before, he went into the water to catch fish to make people happy just to comfort someone. Now that he knew that Feng Chengcheng was not such a weak person at all, he refused to be fooled any more.

"Miss, isn't there a lot of bamboo on the mountain behind here? Because it was rumored to be haunted before, the villagers didn't dare to go up the mountain to pick bamboo shoots. Now the bamboo shoots on this mountain are all over the mountain. Why don't we dig some back?" Cook it and eat it?" The miser is indeed an expert in food, he has eaten everything that can be eaten on this mountain.

"Bamboo shoots?" Feng Chengcheng regained his energy when he heard this, "Good stuff, I can buy meat as soon as I open the door for selling bamboo shoots!"

"Really?!" The miser was very excited when he heard that there was meat to eat, and immediately encouraged Feng Chengcheng, "Miss, let's go dig now!"

Feng Chengcheng, who hadn't eaten meat for a long time, immediately searched for some tools, dragged Jiuqianli who was reluctant, and ran to the back of the mountain.

The three of them went up the mountain, and bamboo shoots were everywhere on the mountain.

Feng Chengcheng uttered "Aww—" and ran up, and a bamboo shoot came down with a hoe.

After digging out the bamboo shoots, Feng Chengcheng looked at the big and round bamboo shoots in his hand, his eyes were almost wet. What kind of ups and downs life is this, she is so proficient at using a hoe now.

The miser followed closely, digging seven or eight bamboo shoots one by one with a hoe before stopping. He stopped to pick up these bamboo shoots, but looked at them in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" Feng Chengcheng grabbed the bamboo shoots and put them in the basket he brought, dissatisfied with the miser's dawdling.She now has less than three years of life left, and she seems to feel that her life is being lost every minute, and she also feels very uncomfortable seeing other people wasting time.

Hey, why is her life so difficult.

"My daughter used to like this kind of spring bamboo shoots the most." Miser fell into the memory with tears in his eyes, "Even when she was the most ill, she liked to eat it very much. At that time, the family had no money. , I climbed up the back mountain and dug some bamboo shoots. The neighbor aunt took pity on this girl and gave some bacon. I cooked the dishes but I didn't expect her to go after eating two bites..."

This is the first time that Feng Chengcheng and Jiu Qianli have heard the miser talk about his own past. Unexpectedly, the miser has lived for so many years and is still obsessed with his daughter. The ghost's desolate expression and tone brought a sad atmosphere.

"My condolences..." Feng Chengcheng patted Miser on the shoulder, but couldn't say anything else.

The miser wiped his tears, lowered his head and continued digging bamboo shoots.

The atmosphere that followed was very heavy, and none of the three spoke to break the oppressive atmosphere, and they all just lowered their heads to dig bamboo shoots.

Until several bamboo baskets were filled with bamboo shoots, and the setting sun spread across the sky, they took up work and went home.

Feng Chengcheng looked at the miser who suddenly fell silent, and finally endured the pain and gritted his teeth and took out a few dozen yuan, went to the villager's house to buy some bacon, and came back to cook the bacon and bamboo shoots.

When the food was served, Feng Chengcheng brought it to the miser with a smile on his face, "Didn't you keep telling me to deduct from you and give you enough to eat? You should eat more today, just enough!"

Miser raised his head and glanced at Feng Chengcheng, took a piece of chopsticks and ate, unexpectedly burst into tears again.

"Hey..." Feng Chengcheng panicked, "Why are you crying again? Could it be that you are going from a miser to a crying ghost?"

"Miss, woo woo woo, you are so kind to me..." The miser whimpered, making Feng Chengcheng even more horrified, and he begged for help with his eyes like Jiu Qianli.

"It must be that the bamboo shoots you made are too unpalatable." Jiu Qianli watched coldly, and the appraisal was completed.

"What time is it, and you're still making sarcastic remarks!" Feng Chengcheng has long regarded the miser as one of his family members. Although he usually oppresses the miser, seeing him so sad now makes him a little anxious.

"Stinger, if you have any sad things, you can just say it directly. It has been so many years, and you have been floating for so many years. There is nothing you can't let go of." Jiuqianli picked up Feng Chengcheng Rolling his eyes, curling his lips, he spoke.

"That's right!" Feng Chengcheng also nodded, "Stop thinking about your daughter, or tell me how you died..."

"..." The corner of Jiuqianli's mouth twitched, it was the first time he heard such fresh and refined words to comfort the "ghost".

"I..." Miser was sobbing, and it took a long time to calm down before he became a little normal again, "I really starved to death..."

"Why is the one you starved to death a miser?" Feng Chengcheng was surprised, and said that such an edible ghost must be a starving ghost, but he was a miser.

"Hey!" The miser sighed, "At that time, it was the era of the Republic of China. There was no war in the place we lived, and our family was harmonious. My daughter was obedient and well-behaved. Every day I went out to sell cigarettes and matches. , candy and other things to sell, when she came back, she was always waiting for me at the entrance of the alley, and when she saw me coming back, she ran up to help me carry things..."

"Although I'm not rich, my family can live a stable life. I just want to grow up with my daughter, and when she marries a good family to comfort her, I don't have much extravagance..." The soft expression on Miser's face suddenly It began to change, "Who knows that day, a crazy monk came from nowhere and said that my daughter is a evil star. Only by following him to the temple to shave her hair and worship the Buddha can we avoid the disaster of our family. Naturally, we will not listen to the monk. He was talking nonsense, and sent this crazy monk away, but when he left, he smiled ferociously, and then dropped a sentence, saying that my daughter will not live long if I don’t go with him.”

(End of this chapter)