The next day, Ding Yun received the news.
However, she did not rush back for the funeral. Instead, she immediately contacted the real Fu Shiyun through her consciousness chip, informing her that Miao Cuihua and her husband had died.
"Did you do it?"
After hearing the news, Fu Shiyun was silent for a while before asking in astonishment if Ding Yun was responsible.
"Yes and no."
"I gave them many chances, but they couldn't grasp them, so I could only indirectly meddle. When they were breaking into my home, intending to hit me with a stick, I administered a little poison.
This caused them to develop numerous allergies.
After that, they started becoming allergic to many things.
Just yesterday, after eating the crab specially bought for them by your dear brother, they died because of a severe allergic reaction and the lack of anyone at home to send them to the hospital in time."
"But you said you didn't mind."
"So I'm just informing you."
Facing Fu Shiyun, Ding Yun had nothing to hide, as she was currently just a cat.
If she wanted to cause trouble, her only option would be mutual destruction.
Therefore, Ding Yun believed that she wouldn't.
"So that's how it is. I didn't expect you to be so insidious and cunning, even knowing about indirect death. It's good that they're dead. Perhaps my sisters will have an easier time. Without their parents looming over them, I don't believe Da Ya and Er Niu will continue to help Xiao Di as they did before. This so-called family will finally be able to completely disband.
I just don't know what will happen to my eighth brother?"
"I have one more thing to ask of you. I believe you'll be returning for the funeral. While you're there, please check on my eighth brother, see how he's doing. My eighth brother was born with a disability, and I helped raise him.
Although he's a male, due to his disability, his life at home wasn't much better than ours. At least we could receive a few years of compulsory education, but he didn't even receive that.
Our parents didn't send him to a special school either.
Please take a look at him. If he's not living well, please help him. I don't really need any money myself. Please use the remaining value of my house to help him. It's best to help him learn a trade so he can become self-reliant, otherwise, that little bit of money won't last him a lifetime."
Although her parents' death caused Fu Shiyun a faint trace of sadness, this sadness came and went quickly, replaced by a sense of relief.
It was a feeling of finally being at peace.
When one dies, debts disappear; what else could one do but feel at peace?
Following this sense of relief, Fu Shiyun suddenly remembered her eighth brother. She didn't resent all her brothers. Towards her eighth brother, with whom she shared a similar fate and whom she had even helped raise, she felt sympathy.
If she were still in her own body now, she probably wouldn't have been able to manage, nor would she have bothered.
But since she was already dead and had entered the body of an orange cat, and she had no children of her own, it was better to help her eighth brother with the house she had painstakingly saved up and mortgaged than to leave it to an unknown person occupying her body.
This was why she had suddenly made this request.
Ding Yun was actually reluctant to comply. For Ding Yun, she would have preferred to directly transfer the house to the original owner's eighth brother and not bother with him, let alone teaching him a skill to make a living.
The latter was clearly more difficult and time-consuming than the former.
However, as Fu Shiyun received no response and continued to plead, Ding Yun finally had no choice but to agree.
Anyway, she hadn't spent much time on her original mission. She considered it helping to the end, including this request as part of the original owner's commission and completing it together later.
After such an exchange and finalizing the details,
Ding Yun then ended the communication.
She then took a car back to her hometown, all the while contacting the team she had hired to mourn on her behalf. According to the customs in her area, if there was only a single child, then that child would handle all matters. If there were sons and daughters, the daughter would only be responsible for the mourning music and rituals, while everything else would be handled by the sons.
Ding Yun didn't know how things were being prepared over there.
So, she decided to follow the rules.
By following the rules, at least no one could fault her.
Upon reaching her destination, Ding Yun first met with the professional team hired for mourning, music, and chanting. After paying them and following their instructions, she bought some necessary items before rushing to her hometown.
When she arrived, not everyone had gathered yet.
But the scene was quite awkward and noisy.
There were arguments, broken basins and bowls, and mutual accusations.
Some were specifically targeting Ding Yun.
They accused her of being unfilial, of not giving her house to her parents, and of constantly angering them, suggesting that her parents might have died from anger because of her.
Since they were already so shameless, Ding Yun naturally had no intention of showing them any courtesy and immediately joined the argument. In fact, because she couldn't argue against a large group alone, she turned and gave each of the hired mourners a red envelope of three hundred yuan, asking them to help her argue, to see who would back down.
As a joke, although the professional mourners were not professional arguers, they were skilled in verbal dexterity. Even if they switched professions to arguing, they would be formidable. With their participation, Ding Yun naturally swept aside all opposition,
Occupying the absolute center stage.
Afterward, the situation calmed down slightly.
However, as more and more people arrived, the scene inevitably became a little chaotic. Furthermore, Miao Cuihua and her husband died suddenly without dividing their inheritance.
So, after everyone had arrived, they inevitably started arguing again. This time, Ding Yun did not participate, as she had no intention of taking their inheritance.
Whoever wanted to fight over it could, she couldn't be bothered.
As for the content of the arguments...
Da Ya said that she had worked hard to raise so many sisters and that she had supported the family when their parents passed away, spending a lot of effort and money. By any calculation, she deserved a share of the inheritance.
Jing Hong claimed that he was the only healthy male in the family and was therefore the only one qualified to inherit all the family's assets.
No one else should receive anything.
Er Niu retorted that her parents died because of Jing Hong, so how dare he expect to inherit the property? It was good enough that she didn't send him to jail. She had contributed, even if it wasn't a lot.
She definitely deserved a share.
Some elders from the clan tried to mediate, stating that married daughters had no right to inherit property and that the inheritance should be divided between the two male heirs. Moreover, the eighth brother had a disability, so he should receive a larger share to be considered fair.
In short, the argument was irreconcilable.
At this point, Ding Yun's attention was not focused on the arguing crowd, but rather on her eighth brother. It had to be said that her eighth brother was indeed quite miserable, looking even more pathetic than her sisters.
His clothes were ragged and seemed like they hadn't been washed in a long time. One of his feet was deformed.
He stood to the side, looking helpless.
It was estimated that he might have social anxiety.
The most critical point was that his gaze and demeanor appeared very dull. Regarding this, Ding Yun recalled the original owner's memories and came to a rather grim conjecture: her eighth brother had never undergone any sign language or cognitive training.
This meant that, in a certain sense,
He was similar to a feral child.
Even in terms of survival skills, he might be inferior to a feral child.
For a congenitally deaf-mute person, without any sign language or cognitive training, they might only possess basic instincts, with other abilities being practically zero, and he had already passed the optimal learning age.
The difficulty of helping him had just increased by a level.
If one wanted to teach him in a traditional manner, it would likely take at least ten years, or even longer, for him to barely possess some ordinary survival abilities and master a skill. This was assuming everything went smoothly; if not, the time would definitely be longer.
Fortunately, at this moment, Ding Yun suddenly thought of the chip she had implanted in Fu Shiyun's orange cat body. That chip could allow direct communication through brainwaves.
Even for a deaf-mute person, as long as their cognitive abilities were normal, they could communicate normally, and corresponding education could be achieved through that chip. With this in mind,
The matter suddenly became much simpler.
The only difficulty lay in how to explain the origin of the chip. This still required careful consideration.
It was easy to obtain more chips from the advanced meow civilization. The main difficulty lay in how to ensure her eighth brother's secrecy later, ensuring he wouldn't leak any information related to the chip.
She also had to ensure that he wouldn't become suspicious because of it.