Quick Transmigration: I Actually Became a System Bug

It's March again, the sun is shining brightly, and the sound of reading fills the academy at the entrance of Gutang Village.

Two particularly clear voices belonged to three-year-old Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu, who were sitting in the front row closest to Shi Xiucai.

At an age when the two children could barely hold a pen properly, they successfully made it into the top class of the academy thanks to their outstanding intelligence.

"Old Shi, it's been three years! We've been here for three years, and we haven't even stepped outside the gate once!"

"Sigh! There's nothing I can do. In our condition, we'll be caught and brought back before we even get to the door."

"Ugh!"

No matter how much the two sighed, there was nothing they could do. Ever since the commotion they caused when they were born, the Shi family had been keeping a very close watch on them.

The scholar's wife specially went to town to buy two servants and two maids, instructing these four people to ensure that Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu were always accompanied by someone.

As a result, everything about the two of them from birth to the present has been exposed to the public eye. Not to mention they have no chance to go out, now even if they have a few coins in their pockets, they will be questioned repeatedly.

Now their only hope is that after their birthdays this year, their family will lift their "stay-at-home" order, even if it's just to let them wander around the village!

On his birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Ji arrived early in the morning carrying a basket of eggs, an old hen, and two new sets of clothes.

The scholar's wife greeted them with a smile and then hurriedly told someone to bring Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu over. Over the past three years, thanks to Ji Han, the two families had become very close, and the third son of the Ji family and the scholar's wife had even become best friends who could talk about anything.

Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu were quickly brought over. Ji Han ran happily to Ji Laosan's house.

"Mother, you're here! Where's Father?"

The third son of the Ji family affectionately patted Ji Han's head.

"Your father is talking to the scholar up ahead. My good son, come and see. This is a new dress that your mother made for you by hand. Oh, and there's one for Shaoyu too. Try them on together in a bit to see if they fit. If they don't fit, your mother will alter them for you."

Ji Han took the clothes, looking at the third son's family with a face full of admiration.

"Mother, you've worked so hard. I know the clothes you make will fit perfectly without you even having to make them."

This is not an exaggeration by Ji Han. Since Ji Han was not raised by his side, and the Xiucai family's food, drink and daily necessities were all better than Ji's family's, the third son's wife could only focus on her best skill, embroidery. Every New Year and festival, she would make new clothes for Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu.

However, Ji Han's older brother, Ji Chun, hadn't worn new clothes for three years. Children grow quickly, and the clothes he usually wore were all patched up from old ones. He even once remarked on the spot when he came along for the New Year that...

"If I had known that I could wear new clothes often if I were raised by someone else, I would have come and live at the scholar's house too!"

This made Ji Laosan furious, and he grabbed Ji Chun and left. Ji Han could still hear Ji Chun's cries from a distance.

"Mother, where's my brother? Didn't he come with us today?"

"No! Your brother, that rascal, ran off early this morning and is probably off somewhere right now. We don't need to worry about him. He'll definitely know to come over at lunchtime. I've already told him beforehand."

Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu both showed envious expressions.

"Mom, I want to go out and play too!"

"Ah, this..."

Looking at the pitiful eyes of her youngest son in her arms, the third son's wife was at a loss for a moment. She turned her gaze to the scholar's wife sitting at the head of the table.

The scholar's wife was about to offer some advice when she met the equally pitiful look on her own son's face, and she swallowed the words that were already on the tip of her tongue.

"Then...then..."

"Mother! Mother! We're back!"

Before the scholar's wife could finish speaking, the sound of footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by her clear and cheerful voice.

Ji Han straightened up and looked towards the door. Two relaxed teenagers entered, their faces covered in sweat, indicating they had had a great time.

"Aheng and Chun are back! Where did you two go? Why are you all sweaty?"

Shi Shaoheng took the handkerchief handed to him by the scholar's wife and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Mother, Brother Chun took me to the mountain to pick peach blossoms. Mother, you don't know how many peach blossoms I picked. I'll save them for Sister Haitang to make rouge for you later."

"Good, good, good. It's kind of you that my son remembers his old mother even when he's out having fun."

"Mother! How can you grow old when you're so beautiful! You're the most beautiful mother in all of Gutang!"

Shi Shaoheng seems to have mastered the essence of how to make a woman smile with just one sentence.

It's strange, really. Shi Xiucai is clearly a steady and aloof person, so it's a mystery how he raised two sons who are both so glib and smooth-talking.

Taking advantage of the scholar's wife's good mood, Shi Shaoyu quickly stepped forward and once again asked Ji Han to go out and play. Sure enough, this time the scholar's wife agreed much more readily. Of course, in the end, Shi Shaoheng and Ji Chun, as well as the servants Siqi and Shishu, also went out with the two of them.

Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu, with four pairs of eyes, greedily absorbed everything around them. Stepping out of the school's spacious courtyard, they saw mostly low houses. These houses were not made of blue bricks and tiles, nor did they have carved beams and painted pillars. Instead, they were mostly mud-brick houses with thatched roofs.

Of course, there are a few houses that are made of brick and tile, but they are very few in number.

Passersby greeted them cheerfully. Many people, perhaps because they had rarely seen Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu before, would occasionally tease them. In response to this teasing, three-year-old Shi Shaoyu answered fluently and smoothly, making everyone even happier.

Led by Ah Chun, the group quickly arrived at the peach orchard that Shi Shaoheng had just mentioned. The peach orchard was not far from the school. In fact, the peach orchard was not planted by the villagers. It is said that there was only one peach tree at the beginning. Because the fruit on it was sour and astringent, few people would come to pick it. When the fruit on the tree ripened, it would fall to the ground and rot.

Over time, a small peach orchard gradually formed here. Of course, the peaches that grow in this orchard are still sour and astringent, and they are not even as attractive as the peach blossoms that bloom in spring.

When Ji Han and his group arrived, there were already many children chasing, playing, and frolicking in the peach grove. When they saw Ji Han and his friends, some of them, who were usually close to Ji Chun and Shi Shaoheng, ran over to them.