Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

Dads, keep your brain here. (New book title: Stealing my entire family's luck? Tiandao's daughter won't do it!)

There was a three-year drought in Anping State.

In September, the sun was shining brightly, the air was distorted by the heat wave, the fields were cracked, and the crops were wilting and drooping in the dry land.

Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded through the sky. The hungry villagers lying in bed muttered, "The second daughter-in-law of the Yuan family has given birth?"

The Yuan family was in chaos. Midwife Zhang frowned and picked up the baby's feet, which were covered in bruises, and slapped the baby's buttocks one by one. However, the baby did not react at all, closed his eyes and showed no sign of crying.

"A baby girl was born, but it was stillborn."

As midwife Zhang's voice fell, Old Lady Liu's face turned pale and her legs weakened as she knelt on the ground, "My granddaughter—!"

Shen Chulan woke up from her coma with a pale face and heard that the child she had given birth to with great effort was stillborn. She fainted completely.

Child, wait for mother.

"Chu Lan! Don't scare me!"

Ye Wan, who had been keeping an eye on Shen Chulan, rushed over and quickly pinched her philtrum.

Old Lady Liu was shocked and crawled to the bedside with a pale face, "Chu Lan! Don't scare us, you still have two children, they are still so young, can you bear to abandon them!?"

Looking at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law lying on the bed crying, Zhang Wenpo shook her head and sighed, "One body, two lives, what a pity."

The Yuan family man who was waiting outside was walking back and forth in the yard with an anxious look on his face. When he saw Zhang Wenpo coming out of the room, Yuan Laoer hurried to her and looked at her with eyes full of hope.

"Aunt Zhang, how's it going in there? Did my wife give birth smoothly?" The man's voice trembled, and it was obvious that he had heard the movement inside.

Midwife Zhang felt a little reluctant when she saw Yuan Laoer with moist eyes, but giving birth to a child is like stepping into the gates of hell, and it is common for two lives to be lost.

She sighed and said, "Prepare for the funeral."

What he didn't want to believe was confirmed. Yuan Laoer, a grown man, burst into tears and staggered into the house.

The Yuan family members stood in the yard and looked at each other, unwilling to believe that a person who was fine in the morning was suddenly gone?

Some of the younger ones were sitting on the ground crying loudly.

For a moment, the Yuan family was filled with a sad atmosphere, and no one noticed that there was a golden light above the Yuan family, swooping down towards the roof of the Yuan family at an extremely fast speed.

Old Mrs. Liu trembled as she wrapped the dead baby in a piece of soft red cloth and placed it on Shen Chulan's body.

This was the cloth she specially tore to make clothes for the only granddaughter of the Yuan family.

She looked solemnly at the dead baby's purple face. She looked like her mother and was the girl that their Yuan family had been looking forward to for a long time!

Unfortunately, God is unfair!

Not only were they unwilling to give the Yuan family a baby girl, they also wanted to take away the Yuan family's daughter-in-law!

After wiping away her tears, she turned to look at Yuan Lao Er, whose eyes were red and swollen, and said, "Lao Er, go inform my in-laws!"

You have to let your in-laws know whether you are dead or alive.

Suddenly, a very soft baby cry was heard, the voice was weak.

Gradually, the baby's crying became louder and louder, echoing throughout the Yuan family.

Old Lady Liu turned around, looking at the rosy-cheeked baby in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "Alive...alive...alive!"

Even Shen Chulan, who was beside the baby, had a rosy complexion and her breathing was shallow.

"Mom! She's alive. My daughter is alive, and Chulan is alive too!" Yuan Laoer went to support his wife with an excited look on his face.

Old Mrs. Liu picked up the baby and coaxed him carefully.

The Yuan family rushed in from the yard and just saw Yuan Laoer helping Shen Chulan up from the bed. Everyone burst into tears of joy in an instant.

That’s great, he didn’t die and is alive!

God still has eyes.

Old Lady Liu quickly said to Boss Yuan, "Boss, go to the end of the village and ask Doctor Zhang to come over."

"Okay!" Boss Yuan responded quickly, turned around and ran out of the Yuan family's gate.

"Ye Wan, go kill the old hen at home and give it to Chu Lan to drink so that she can produce milk."

The old hen was the last chicken in the family. If she killed it, it would be gone. Shen Chulan didn't want her mother-in-law to do this. She said weakly, "Mom, no need. This is the last chicken in the family!"

Hearing this, Old Lady Liu raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Why keep this old hen that can't lay eggs? It's a waste of food! It's better to kill it and feed my granddaughter. It will be worth it for our Yuan family to raise it!"

Seeing that her mother-in-law was angry, Ye Wan turned around and walked out of the house without delaying any longer.

My mother-in-law is right. There is no extra food to feed the chickens at this time. The most important thing is to kill them to help my sister-in-law produce milk.

Seeing that her mother-in-law insisted, Shen Chulan had to swallow back the words in her mouth. She knew that her mother-in-law was doing it for her own good, and she couldn't let her mother-in-law down.

"Wait, eldest daughter-in-law, boil the white rice at home into rice oil and bring it to the girl."

Old Mrs. Liu looked at the baby crying in her arms with a worried look on her face.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this child. He has been crying since he was old enough to cry, and I can’t comfort him no matter what I do. I don’t know if he is hungry.

"Hey." Ye Wan responded.

The third son's wife curled her lips. She gave birth to a money-losing thing and still had to eat chicken and drink rice oil. She might as well just die.

But she only dared to say this in her heart.

……

The little Pixiu felt miserable, she was just coveting the old Emperor of Heaven's golden pagoda and wanted to swallow it into her stomach, but the stingy old Emperor of Heaven reported her to the Heavenly Father!

Then she was kicked down by the angry Father Tiandao, causing her to be reborn into this poor family.

What made her even more angry was that Father Tiandao returned the golden pagoda that she had swallowed with great difficulty to the old Emperor of Heaven.

This family is so poor that they only have one chicken at home!

The little Pixiu opened its mouth, stared at the leaky and dilapidated roof, and cried even louder.

The roof is also broken.

Suddenly, an old man with a thin face but kind eyes lowered his head and looked at her. The little Pixiu stopped talking and blinked its big black eyes, staring at her curiously.

This human being is her grandmother in the mortal world?

Why is there a black ball on top of my head?

Old Mrs. Liu looked at her granddaughter with a smile on her face. Her pair of black eyes like black grapes stared at her curiously, and she felt happy.

He held the baby in his arms and put it into Shen Chulan's arms. "Look, my precious granddaughter stops crying when she sees people. Isn't it amazing?"

Shen Chulan held her daughter tenderly and touched her daughter's nose with her fingertips. The baby frowned but didn't cry. Her black eyes stared at her with curiosity.

"It's true. You won't cry when you see us."

Yuan Lao Er stretched his head over, looked at his daughter, and smiled naively, "My daughter, I am your father!"

The little Pixiu was looking curiously at the black ball on Shen Chulan's head when he was startled by Yuan Laoer who suddenly stretched out his hand in front of her. When he saw the black ball on his head, he burst into tears.

Poor and short-lived!

Her life is so miserable...

[Author's ramblings: This is a slow-burn novel. The pace is slow at the beginning, laying the groundwork. It will pick up speed after chapter 100. Don't worry if you see a great read; the author will deliver. Don't worry.]