The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

There was a bustling sound of footsteps in the village. Some neighbors came one after another, and men and women gathered around, talking non-stop.

"Yes, Miss Xie, you are wrong. How can you hit your mother-in-law? This is unfilial!" There was accusation in their words.

At this time, a young woman stood up and said loudly: "Don't advise others to be kind unless you have experienced their suffering. There must be something we don't know that is why the young lady of the Xie family is rebelling."

Her words caused a stir among the crowd.

Wang Xinyao looked up and saw Xie Juhua, the eldest daughter-in-law of the village chief. A sense of gratitude welled up in her heart, knowing that Xie Juhua was a person with a strong sense of justice, and because she was the daughter-in-law of the village chief, her words carried some weight in the village.

At this time, someone followed up and asked, "Mrs. Xie, why did you hit your mother-in-law?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Xinyao.

Wang Xinyao thought to herself, in this dynasty, the concept of governing the country with filial piety is deeply rooted in people's hearts. If she wants to gain a foothold in this dynasty, she must not let the label of "unfilial" be pinned on her head. If crying and making a fuss works, then who wouldn't know how to do it?

Wang Xinyao then sat on the ground and burst into tears: "My life is so miserable. I came to this family when I was less than 13 years old. I have to take care of my parents-in-law and take care of three children. But I am not even 17 yet. Since my husband died, my mother-in-law has ignored us."

Seeing the sympathy of the people around her, Wang Xinyao continued to cry, "The money my husband earned by killing the tiger with his life, all went into my mother-in-law's pocket. Today, my little flower caught a cold and we have no money to treat it. I asked my mother-in-law for some money, but she not only refused to give me any money, she also beat me to death. I had no choice but to resist. If she beats me to death, what will happen to my three children? Who will raise them? Mother-in-law, will you raise them? Uh huh huh ..."

Mrs. Xie stared at Wang Xinyao in disbelief, her heart filled with shock. Was this still the same taciturn, bullied daughter-in-law she'd always been? When had she become so sharp-tongued? She used to be someone who wouldn't fight back, but this change was hard for Mrs. Xie to accept. She froze in her tracks.

As Wang Xinyao cried, the direction of accusation changed instantly.

Everyone echoed, "Aunt Xie, this is your fault. The child is sick and needs medical attention. The young lady of the Xie family has no money, so as a grandmother, you should help her out. How could you hit her? If you really beat her to death, are you going to take care of the three children?"

When Mrs. Xie heard she was asked to take care of three children, she immediately jumped up, hands on her hips, and angrily said, "Why should I take care of these three burdens? Don't they have a mother? They were just beaten a few times, they didn't die. Besides, the cold is incurable. The little girl is a loss-making commodity, why should I spend money on her? Asking me for money is impossible..."

Mrs. Xie's words were full of selfishness and ruthlessness, which made the people around her frown, and at the same time they felt more sympathetic towards the situation of Wang Xinyao and the children.

In that era, colds were considered difficult to treat, and those with weak constitutions could face fatal risks at any time. However, for Wang Xinyao, it was not difficult; a few herbal remedies could cure it. She secretly pondered that the most urgent task was to find a way to sever ties with Mrs. Xie, otherwise, the importance of filial piety would restrict everything she did in the future.

So, Wang Xinyao grabbed the corner of Mrs. Xie's clothes and cried loudly: "Grandma, please, save Xiaohua. She is also your Xie family's flesh and blood. We are all members of the Xie family and have blood ties. You can't watch her die. As long as you spend money on treatment, there will be hope. The money my husband left before, no matter how you deal with it, you still have more than a hundred taels. I don't want more, just give me ten taels so that I can buy medicine to save the child's life. When you are old, I will definitely be filial to you, Grandma, I beg you..."

"Wang Xinyao, you shameless, lowly, ugly thing, you wishful thinking. That is my dowry money, why should I give it to you?" At this time, another arrogant girl came into the crowd.

She was the daughter of Mrs. Xie, and her name was Xie Shiya. Although her name was poetic and elegant, she was not at all elegant. She was tall, with a face that was somewhat pretty, but also had a bit of a domineering look.

At that moment, she was accusing Wang Xinyao with her eyes wide open, and it was hard to associate her with the beautiful name "Shi Ya". After her family had some money, she became arrogant and looked down on many people and things. As a result, she still had no suitable husband at the age of seventeen.

Xie Shiya put one hand on her waist, looking very aggressive, and pointed her other finger at Wang Xinyao's face, shouting: "You shameless widow, you have killed my elder brother, and you still want to take my dowry? No way! My mother doesn't want you to be filial to her in the future. You widow who kills your husband, get as far away from me as possible. We don't have someone like you in our family, and you still want ten taels of silver. Why don't you just die?" The girl spoke viciously, her face full of contempt and disgust.

Because Xie Pozi and her daughter were notoriously arrogant, domineering and unreasonable in the village, and they would confront anyone they met, no one dared to speak easily.

Even though everyone felt sympathy for Wang Xinyao, they didn't dare to speak up for her, fearing they would get into trouble and be affected by Mrs. Xie's wrath. Seeing this, some showed sympathy, while others shook their heads secretly. Even Xie Juhua opened her mouth but held back.

"Aunt, you can't say that. How can this be your dowry? It's the money your brother paid for with his life. It's my duty to provide for my parents in their old age, but it absolutely cannot be used as a dowry for you." Wang Xinyao looked at Xie Shiya and continued with tears in her eyes, "Logically, this money should be given to me and the children. It's just that because I'm young, the money is temporarily with my mother-in-law for us. But if you want to use the money my husband paid for with his life as a dowry, I will fight for some benefits for the children even if it costs me my life."

When Xie Shiya heard that all the money belonged to Wang Xinyao and the children, she immediately flew into a rage: "Do you have any shame? You are just a beggar my brother picked up. You ugly thing, what right do you have to take all the money? My parents worked hard to raise my brother, and the money should belong to them. Who do you think you are?"

The old woman also shouted loudly: "You lowly jinx, you unlucky woman, you killed the son I raised with so much trouble. How dare you ask for the money he left us? Who do you think you are? Who asked you to be filial? You ugly thing, we don't have family like you, get out of here as far as you can."

Wang Xinyao, unwilling to be outdone, responded loudly, "How could you have raised my husband with all the hardship? He was already seven or eight when you entered this family. Later, when he grew up, he earned his living hunting. In the past few years, everything you ate, used, and wore wasn't paid for by him. Now that he's dead, you're bullying us, an orphan and a widow? How can this be justified?"

"Old woman, you can't treat the child like this. Give her the money quickly!" At this time, father-in-law Xie Baihong came back from working outside, carrying a hoe and bending over. His face was full of fatigue and looked even older.

Hearing Xie Bohong's words, Mrs. Xie became furious. She put her left hand on her waist and pointed her right hand at Xie Bohong's face, shouting, "You damn old man, what good did this jinx give you to make you help her like this? If you don't want to stay in this family anymore, get out of here. When you die, don't even think of my son wearing mourning for you!"

"Liu Jinhua, you, you,..." In this era of patriarchy, Xie Baihong was humiliated by his own wife in front of so many people. He was so angry that his hands and feet were shaking, his fists were clenched, and his face turned red. But this anger quickly dissipated. He helplessly put down his weak hands, his heart full of helplessness and sadness.