A lucky little peasant girl is reborn and brings prosperity to her entire family.

Song Yanyan could clearly feel Tian Denghua's arm stiffen slightly as she held it.

Song Yanyan's heart skipped a beat.

Tian Denghua seemed a little dazed as she asked Song Yueping and Song Yanyan about the appearance of those people.

But appearance is something that, apart from those that are very distinctive, is not so easy to explain.

Tian Denghua frowned and pondered for a long time, then shook her head in frustration: "...It doesn't sound like it. Who is it?"

Song Yanyan asked, "Mother, do you know that You San Niang?"

Tian Denghua's face stiffened for a moment, then she shook her head repeatedly: "I don't know her." She then glared at Song Yanyan, "Why are you asking so many questions, you little kid!"

Song Yanyan responded with an "Oh".

There's no mistake, her mother is probably that You San Niang. Think about it, if you shrink the top of the character "You," it becomes "Tian" (田), doesn't it?

"That group of people even asked which restaurant in our area had the best food. We didn't answer."

Song Yueping added.

Tian Denghua nodded casually.

Judging from her mother's calm demeanor, those people didn't seem to be seeking revenge.

Song Yanyan and Song Yueping felt a little more at ease.

In the middle of the night, Song Yanyan got up groggily to go to the outhouse and found her mother sitting in the yard, looking at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Song Yanyan mumbled sleepily, "Mother?"

Tian Denghua turned around, grabbed a piece of her own clothing and draped it over Song Yanyan, saying with disdain, "How old are you? You don't even know to wear more clothes when you go to the outhouse. Hurry up and go."

When Song Yanyan returned from the outhouse, Tian Denghua had already gone back to her own room.

Song Yanyan could only return to her own room wearing her mother's outer garment.

Her room was newly built this year; it was spacious and bright. Tian Denghua even made a paulownia wood dressing table for Song Yanyan, modeled after the boudoirs of city girls, and coated it with a layer of tung oil.

Song Yanyan sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the brass mirror.

It is said that she inherited the best qualities of her parents and carried them forward.

Song Yanyan looked around and felt that her nose and mouth looked just like her mother's.

I don't know who those people are.

In that dream, there was not a single clue.

Song Yanyan stared blankly at the mirror for a while before finally drifting off to sleep.

The next day, Song Yanyan was unable to get up early.

When she got up, she discovered that those burly men from yesterday were right outside her gate!

Her mother, still holding the winnowing basket for feeding the chickens, stood there, stunned.

The two groups of people stood facing each other through the wide-open courtyard gate.

Song Yanyan felt a chill run down her spine; she even had the urge to go to the kitchen and grab a cleaver!

The burly man at the head of the group, looking excited, finally strode in and called out, "Third Sister!"

Judging from the burly man's appearance, he looked like he wanted to hug the lantern flower.

But when he reached Tian Denghua, he stopped somewhat awkwardly and stared at her intently.

Tian Denghua was still somewhat hesitant: "Second...Second Brother?"

The burly man grinned so wide you could see his gums: "Yes, yes, it's me, Third Sister!"

Tian Denghua's expression was very complicated, a mixture of shock, surprise, and reminiscence. Finally, she said, "No, Second Brother, how did you end up looking like this?"

With tears welling in his eyes, the burly man exclaimed excitedly, "Third Sister, you look almost exactly the same as you did more than twenty years ago!"

These words amused Tian Denghua. She quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and took the initiative to hug the burly man: "Second Brother! I never thought that we siblings would meet again!"

Song Yanyan stood there in astonishment.

The burly man saw Song Yanyan and exclaimed with emotion, "Third Sister, is that your daughter? I saw her yesterday, no wonder she looked so familiar."

Seeing Song Yanyan standing there, Tian Denghua quickly called her over: "Yanyan, come here. I've met you... your second uncle."

Second uncle?

Song Yanyan walked over slowly.

The burly man threatened to kill her and her second brother last night, and today he's become her uncle?

Clearly, the burly man was also a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and chuckled, then rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out a gold bracelet: "...Come, come, I was wrong yesterday. The main problem was that I didn't recognize you yesterday either. This is a small gift for you."

As he spoke, he awkwardly tried to stuff the gold bracelet into Song Yanyan's hand.

Tian Denghua sensed something was wrong and asked warily, "What do you mean?"

A flicker of panic crossed the burly man's face, and he chuckled awkwardly, "...Nothing, nothing."

Where would Tian Denghua believe that!

She looked at Song Yanyan: "Yanyan, you speak!"

When Song Yanyan stammered out what had happened yesterday, Tian Denghua's face changed.

The burly man awkwardly kept apologizing, saying, "I really didn't know..."

Tian Denghua rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

After the burly men were invited into the house, Song Yanyan learned some things from her mother.

It turns out that her mother had once worked in a bandit stronghold when she was young. Because she was sworn siblings with the first and second leaders, she was known as "Third Sister You".

"...At that time, the whole village was recruited by the government, but many people were unwilling to be recruited and left. I also felt that I couldn't stay here, so I thought it would be good to travel around." Tian Denghua sighed, "Later, I kept walking and walked until I came to Dianzhou...and then I settled down here."

According to Tian Denghua, the burly man's surname was Zhao, and she called him Second Brother Zhao.

The burly man couldn't wait to tell Tian Denghua, "Third Sister, when the Emperor was bestowing official titles, he said that my name, Zhao Ercai, sounded too awful, so he gave me a new name, Zhao Annian."

Zhao Annian's eyes were burning. "I've inquired about you before, but all I found was that you had accidentally fallen off a cliff, and we all thought you were dead. Now that I think about it, is it because you, Third Sister, didn't want to live that kind of life in the mountain stronghold anymore, so you deliberately spread false information?"

"Actually, that's not entirely true. I did fall off a cliff and almost died." Tian Denghua didn't want to say more, so after explaining, she asked Zhao Annian, "Speaking of which, how are you doing, brother?"

Zhao Annian's expression darkened slightly: "Ever since we parted ways, my elder brother and I went to the battlefield, fighting day and night. The old wounds my brother had accumulated over the years suddenly flared up, and the injuries were too severe, so he passed away..."

A hint of sadness crept onto Tian Denghua's face.

Zhao Annian grinned: "Let's not talk about eldest brother anymore. Third sister, do you know how I found you here?"

Tian Denghua genuinely didn't know: "What?"

Zhao Annian slapped his thigh: "One of my captains was passing through the county on business. He ate a dish at one of your small restaurants and mentioned it to me when he got back. As soon as I heard it, I felt a sense of familiarity. Isn't this your original dish? ... So I quickly brought people over."

Song Yanyan suddenly realized why this person had asked them in the dilapidated temple yesterday which restaurant in the county was the best.

Tian Denghua couldn't help but sigh, "There's definitely some element of fate involved."