Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

When Xiong Bufan arrived, it was Cui Daqiang who had knocked the original owner unconscious. The child watching from the shadows was Cui Di.

Life is too hard. It's like the sky has fallen at the beginning. Xiong Bufan scratched his head and asked, "What was the original owner's wish?"

"There are three reasons in total. First, I hope that my younger brother Cui can grow up safely and not follow in my footsteps. My family can support me."

Secondly, I hope I can have fewer children; having too many and being unable to raise them all, even drowning them, would be a terrible sin.

Finally, I hope to have the opportunity to leave these mountains and see the outside world.

The old lady brought a lot of people, and they were watching at the gate.

It turned out that after putting Cui Daqiang in a safe place, the old lady went straight to the village chief's house and dragged him and his wife to the village chief's house to seek justice.

When the village chief's wife, Zhao Shuxian, saw the old lady holding her husband, she put down what she was holding and pulled the old lady's hand away, saying, "I'll go with you, don't touch me."

And so, the old lady brought the village chief and his wife to her home. Zhao Shuxian was wary of the old lady trying to seduce her husband, while the old lady only wanted to teach Xiong Bufan a lesson and make her live a good life.

The village chief, in his sixties, exudes an air of authority when he's not smiling, yet he can silence a child's cries at night. Now, leaning on his cane, he stands at the gate of the courtyard and shouts in a strong voice, "Daughter-in-law of the Cui family, come out."

You can go in and settle family disputes, but being out in public allows more people to see you and lets everyone know that you have authority.

After the village chief shouted, the villagers put down what they were doing and ran over to see what was going on.

In no time, a crowd had gathered in front of Cui Daqiang's house. Xiong Bufan peered out the window to watch the spectacle. "Who is Cui Si's daughter-in-law?"

Kongkong was momentarily unsure whether Xiong Bufan was feigning ignorance or genuinely naive. Cui Daqiang only had one wife, so who else could those people be calling if not Xiong Bufan? "Bufan, they're calling you. Do you want to go out and see?"

Xiong Bufan shook his head. "Just because they call me, does that mean I have to go out?"

They had to kowtow at least three times and bow nine times, just like people in the last world welcomed an emperor, to greet me as I left.

Kongkong just wanted to laugh. "Go tell them to their faces and see if they'll beat you to death."

The village chief stood there for a long time, but no one came out. Zhao Shuxian saw the veins bulging on the village chief's face and was afraid that her husband would get sick from anger. So she directly confronted the old lady, "Fourth daughter-in-law, this is not fair of you. Do you expect me to go in and invite her daughter-in-law?"

"You were the one who begged us to find a wife for your Daqiang!"

Every time she provoked her, this matter would be brought up, and the old lady inwardly spat, but thinking that the purpose of inviting them was still to control An Qingnuan, she pushed Zhao Shuxian aside and ran to the village chief, "Brother, you must do me justice! Fourth brother died early, leaving us, a widow and her children, behind..."

Zhao Shuxian pulled the old lady away, saying, "Speak your mind, don't crowd in front of my man."

The village chief tapped the ground with his cane. "Stop arguing. Get Daqiang's wife out here. Where did Daqiang go?"

"He was knocked unconscious by that stinky nun."

Zhao Shuxian couldn't help but roll her eyes. Everyone in the village knows who Cui Daqiang is. Everyone in the surrounding villages knows that he likes to fight. The older this old widow gets, the less reliable what she says becomes.

"Fourth brother's wife, are you alright? You invited us here but didn't call Daqiang's wife out."

Seeing the village chief about to leave, the old woman stamped her foot and said in a high-pitched voice, "Brother, I really had no other choice but to ask you to come. That stinking nun hit someone!"

Zhao Shuxian's face darkened, and she turned around to go home and cook. It was really unnecessary for so many people to fight with Lao Si's wife, especially since her beloved grandson would be getting out of school soon, and she needed to hurry back to cook.

Some villagers, eager to see the spectacle, urged everyone to go into the courtyard, and a large group of them arrived.

Xiong Bufan clutched his stomach, "I'm so hungry! Why hasn't that old lady cooked yet!"

Kongkong pointed to the person outside the door and said, "She went to find someone to deal with you; she didn't cook at all."

Upon hearing that there was no food, Xiong Bufan panicked, "Kongkong, why didn't you say so earlier!"

"You didn't even ask! You'd better go out and check. The longer you delay, the less food you'll get."

Just as Cui Liu's wife, always eager to find out what was going on, was about to knock on the glass, she turned around and saw Xiong Bufan already out of the house.

The village chief was startled when he saw Xiong Bufan suddenly appear; no human could possibly move that fast.

When Xiong Bufan arrived, his head was split open, his nose was broken, his eye sockets were still bruised, and there were several handprints on his face. Xiong Bufan had good recovery ability, but he could only stop the bleeding from his head and nose. His nose could not be restored. His hair was messed up, and his clothes were covered with shoe prints.

The village chief had forgotten about not being able to call out Xiong Bufan earlier. He felt it was a miracle that the man in front of him could even stand up, let alone hit someone. The fourth brother's wife was really getting more and more outrageous. Look at how badly Daqiang's wife had been beaten, and she still wanted him to judge. However, since they were family members, he carefully spoke up, "Daqiang's wife, in life, you can't live without a pot lid and a ladle. Cui Di is three or four years old now, let's stop making a fuss."