It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

I saw a thin girl who looked only five or six years old, but was actually eight years old.

Wearing a patched jacket and carrying a thin and pale child on his back, he rushed to Song Zhi with tears on his face.

Song Huan grabbed her sister's sleeve with a look of horror on her face, tears as big as beans covering her face.

Maybe she cried too hard, the little girl couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He just kept holding Song Zhi's hand and calling, "Sister...Sister..."

The crying was full of fear and anxiety, which showed that she was terribly frightened.

Today she took her younger brother to the foot of the mountain to collect firewood. When she came back, she heard from the aunt in the village that her elder sister had drowned in the river. She was so scared that she threw away the firewood on the spot, carried her younger brother on her back and ran back crying all the way.

Seeing his second sister crying so sadly, Song Kang in the backpack also started crying. He was already weak, and his chest heaved with sobs, and his face became even paler.

Seeing such a scene, Song Zhi felt sad and tears welled up in her eyes unconsciously.

She first reached out and held the younger brother in her arms, then rubbed the younger sister's thin, dry hair and coaxed her soothingly: "Don't cry, you see, sister is not fine."

Song Huan cried so hard that she couldn't stop for a moment, still sobbing, "Sister, Huanhuan is scared. Aunt Hu said that sister jumped into the river and drowned!"

"Sister, Ah Huan will listen to you from now on and won't get close to my cousins. Please don't jump into the river, okay?" After saying that, he grabbed Song Zhi's sleeve tightly, fearing that she would die if he let go.

Song Zhi sighed helplessly in her heart. It was really her own fault. In the past, it was because of Aunt Hu gossiping with her that her original body became sensitive and suspicious.

She didn't want her sister to follow in her original self's footsteps, so she coaxed her, "Aunt Hu wants to make fun of our family. Stay away from her from now on."

Song Huan looked at her elder sister in confusion, with crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

Song Zhi didn't explain to her sister, but simply wiped her tears with her rough fingertips. "I was wrong before, sister. From now on, we must get along well with our cousin, understand?"

Song Huan didn't know why her sister said that, but she was very happy that her sister didn't object to her playing with her cousins.

Out of the corner of Song Zhi's eye, she saw two little heads lying in front of the door. When they saw her looking out, they immediately retracted their gaze.

The six-year-old Song Cheng retracted his little head, patted his chest, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Luckily, my cousin didn't find out, otherwise she would have said bad things about us to Dad again."

Ten-year-old Song An snorted coldly, "I told her that she was fine, but she just wanted to make trouble all day long!" After that, he picked up the pile of firewood and walked towards the firewood pile in the backyard.

Seeing his brother leave, Song Cheng picked up the pile of firewood at his feet and followed him.

Inside the house, after Song Zhi coaxed her younger brother and sister, she got out of bed, put on her straw sandals, and walked out of the house with the two little ones.

It was spring, and the sun was already setting in the west.

Song Zhi stood in front of the door, looking at the simple yet lively farmyard in front of her. It was obvious that the owner had been managing it with great care.

The three main rooms looked a bit old. The main room in the middle was spacious and bright. There was a room on each side, where my grandmother and my uncle's family lived respectively.

The west wing where she was was opposite the east wing kitchen, and all kinds of dried vegetables were hung on the kitchen wall.

There is a pear tree planted in the yard. The lush branches and leaves are full of round pears, and the heavy fruits bend the branches.

There are several vegetable plots in the yard, and a few chickens are raised in the fence not far away.

As for the fence and the courtyard wall, it looked a bit sloppy. Standing in front of the door, she could even see the continuous mountains in the distance.

Song Zhi stared blankly at the courtyard in front of her, which reminded her of the courtyard she and her grandmother lived in in her hometown in modern times, which was also surrounded by such mountains.

Just as she was in a daze, a continuous coughing sound brought her back to her senses.

Song Zhi came to her senses and looked up, and saw an old lady with gray hair, wrinkled face and hunched body walking towards her.

Song Zhi shed tears unconsciously when she saw the frail old lady.

The person in front of her really looks like her modern grandmother.

She was raised by her grandmother since she was a child, but her grandmother left her forever.

Mrs. Wu covered her mouth and coughed violently for a while. After suppressing the itch in her throat, she put on a stern face and was about to teach her rebellious granddaughter a lesson. However, seeing her tear-stained face, she couldn't bear to scold her any more.

She stepped forward and patted her granddaughter's arm, saying angrily, "What the hell did you do today, kid?"

"Don't you ever think about whether your actions today really mean you want to break up this family..."

Before Wu could finish, Song Zhi lowered her head and said sincerely, "Grandma, I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again!"

Mrs. Wu had many more words of persuasion to say, but they were stuck in her throat.

She stared at her eldest granddaughter with wide eyes and asked hesitantly, "Do you really know you're wrong?"

It's no wonder that Mrs. Wu was surprised. It was because her eldest granddaughter had become more and more hot-tempered and paranoid since her mother left. In the past, when she would make a fuss, she would always be stubborn and refuse to give in.

She often reminded her granddaughter to respect her aunt, but the child just wouldn't listen.

Her health had become increasingly weak over the years, and she was afraid. She was afraid that after her death, this girl would severely offend her aunt, and the young children would suffer in the future.

Song Zhihong's eyes flushed as she nodded solemnly, "Grandma, I was ignorant before. When my aunt comes back, I'll apologize to her!"

"Okay, okay, okay..." Mrs. Wu was so excited that she kept wiping her tears. The child finally listened to her advice.

At this moment, Song Youshan, who was hurriedly called home by his aunt, saw his niece and mother standing together wiping their tears.

He suddenly got angry.

As usual, without asking why, he turned and yelled at his wife, "Da Ya is just a child. As an aunt, you really can't tolerate her?"

"If you really feel that you can't live in this family anymore, let's get a divorce, and you can go back to your parents' home today!"

Yang was a little confused by her husband's shout. When she saw that her husband wanted to divorce her without any reason just because he saw two people crying in the yard, her face instantly lost its color.

Her fingers trembled, her chest heaving violently. "Song Youshan, you are such a jerk! I take care of the housework every day and take care of the Song family, young and old. When have I ever treated them unfairly? You actually want to divorce me without even asking!"

"Okay! I've had enough of this kind of life where I can predict the end. Let's get a divorce!" After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Wu ran forward tremblingly to stop her daughter-in-law, "Mei Niang, Mei Niang, don't pay attention to his nonsense. How can we get a divorce?"

"Cough cough cough...."

The violent coughing prevented Mrs. Wu from saying the next words. She just held her daughter-in-law's hand tightly and refused to let go.

While wiping her tears, Yang said in a sobbing voice: "Mom, I can't stay in this house anymore, please let me go!"