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

Song Xingming instinctively sensed something was wrong, glanced at Tian Denghua, and cautiously replied, "...It's alright."

Old Mrs. Song was dissatisfied instead, and slapped her thigh: "You child, you're just not cut out for studying! What a waste of all the money the family has!"

These words made Song Xingming's expression change instantly, but Song Yanyan and Tian Denghua's expressions changed drastically.

What are you saying, old lady!

Song Yanyan was especially indignant!

Her third brother is the reincarnation of the God of Literature!

Her third brother is exceptionally talented in literature!

Her third brother... in the dream, if it weren't for her, he probably would have already passed the imperial examination and earned his degree!

Song Yanyan clenched her small fists.

Tian Denghua, however, spoke up rather irritably: "Mother, the third son is doing very well in his studies; he's just being modest. Besides, Xingming is willing to study, and our family will support him even if we have to sell everything we own. So please don't worry about it."

Old Mrs. Song glared at Tian Denghua, clearly disliking him: "You're still trying to make amends for him! If you ask me, Xingming is just not cut out for studying. You shouldn't let him waste the family's money!"

Tian Denghua trembled with anger: "I'm happy to waste things on our third brother, so what!"

Grandma Song slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "If you have that money, why waste it on Xingming? Chengzong also needs to go to the county school. The future of our Song family still depends on Chengzong. Take out the money and let Chengzong go to the county school!"

After these words were spoken, the room fell silent.

Song Chengzong was the youngest son of Old Mrs. Song, Song Laosan.

Both the third son of the Song family and the old lady of the Song family regarded Song Chengzong as the apple of their eye.

But what does this have to do with their family that was separated long ago?

When people are extremely speechless, they can actually laugh.

Song Yanyan laughed in anger, and was the first to sneer: "Grandma, who are you talking about? Song Chengzong? No way! Are you talking about that Song Chengzong who was five years old and you still held him in your arms and fed him? Good heavens, I was already cutting pig feed to lighten the family's burden when I was five, and Song Chengzong was still drooling in your lap when he was five! Him? You call him a scholarly talent?"

Before Old Mrs. Song could react, Song Yanyan had already rattled off her long string of words.

Old Mrs. Song was clearly enraged by Song Yanyan's sarcasm: "Chengzong is destined for great things! Everyone praises his big forehead, saying he's smart and capable of great things! Chengzong is the future hope of our Song family. Whether you can marry a man or a ghost in the future, you'll still have to rely on your cousin Chengzong! What do you know, you little brat!"

Song Yanyan said "Oh," and then drew out her words: "Doing something big? When Song Chengzong was ten, he stole the neighbor's sister's clothes and got beaten up. Was that a big deal? When he was twelve, he peeked at someone's wedding night and got beaten up. Was that a big deal? Now he's thirteen, the same age as my third brother. When will he finally be able to do something big?"

Song Yanyan's sarcasm flowed smoothly, making Old Madam Song so angry that she was like a candle flickering in the wind, pointing at Song Yanyan and trembling all over.

Tian Denghua pulled Song Yanyan behind her.

This stupid kid.

No matter how much she and Old Mrs. Song didn't get along, and although outsiders might say that she was a bad and unfilial daughter-in-law, she had been a widow for so many years, so why would she care what others said about her?

But Song Yanyan is different. Song Yanyan is still young. If she were to be branded as unfilial, what would people say about her in the future?

No respectable family would dare to marry a girl who is unfilial.

Therefore, although Tian Denghua enjoyed listening to her daughter's sarcastic remarks about Song Chengzong, she still had to keep her daughter in check and not let her have too much freedom.

If she really angers her grandmother to the point of illness, she'll have a real headache!

"Second daughter-in-law!" Old Mrs. Song's eyes widened in anger, her white hair almost standing on end. "The good daughter you raised...you, you!"

The more Old Mrs. Song thought about it, the angrier she became!

This Tian woman caused the death of her second son and raised her daughter to be like this... Let's just say she's a jinx to the Song family!

Tian Denghua stood in front of Song Yanyan, forcing a smile: "Mother, you don't need to shout so loudly, I'm not deaf! My daughter was just joking with her cousin, she didn't mean any harm."

Old Mrs. Song snorted coldly, staring intently at Tian Denghua: "Then tell me, should Chengzong be allowed to attend school?!"

Tian Denghua said decisively, "They should go, of course they should go!"

Old Mrs. Song was overjoyed: "Second daughter-in-law, you said it! Hurry up and take out the money. After the New Year, the family will send Chengzong to the county school!"

Tian Denghua smiled faintly, "Mother, what are you talking about? I said Chengzong should go to school because education can make people reasonable and sensible... What does money have to do with it? Mother, have you forgotten that we separated the family a long time ago? What does Chengzong from my third uncle's family have to do with us?"

Grandma Song was surprised that even after she came in person, Tian Denghua still refused to agree!

Old Mrs. Song said angrily, "I always said you're all talk and no action! You have money to waste on Xingming, why don't you use it for Chengzong's education?! You spend a little money now, but when Chengzong becomes successful, won't he just remember how good you are as his second aunt?! He'll say you're unlucky and a burden to my second son—"

Tian Denghua chuckled; she had heard these words so many times over the years that she was sick of them.

She remained unmoved: "Mother, yes, yes, I'm not blessed. Am I crazy? Why would I support someone else's child's education instead of my own? — You should keep Chengzong's good fortune to yourselves!"

Seeing that Tian Denghua was completely unmoved by reason, Old Mrs. Song was so angry that she stood there panting for a while before softening her tone: "...No, second son's wife, why are you still so easily angered? Think about it, we're all family. Chengzong needs to go to school now, so you should do your part, shouldn't you?"

It would have been better if this hadn't been mentioned, because as soon as it was, Tian Denghua let out a cold laugh: "Mother, have you forgotten? Three years ago, when Xingming was going to school, I couldn't raise enough money for his tuition, so I came to you to borrow some. What did you say back then, Mother? Should I help you remember?"

Grandma Song's expression turned unnatural, and she changed the subject, saying, "That was then, and now is now..."

Tian Denghua, however, refused to let Old Mrs. Song off so easily.

She stared intently at Old Mrs. Song, and sneered, "Mother, back then, in front of the village head and everyone in Zhaoyou Village, she clearly and plainly said—"

She said each word slowly and deliberately, "Now that we've separated, who's going to be part of your family anymore!"

Old Mrs. Song's face turned extremely ugly.

Tian Denghua sneered: "Now that Mother has come to visit, I treat her with courtesy because I am a good person. Mother, don't misunderstand and get any wrong ideas, thinking that you can still boss me around in my house and use filial piety to pressure me. Let me tell you, I, Tian Denghua, don't buy into that!"

Grandma Song was so angry that her hand trembled as she pointed at Tian Denghua, but Song Xingming had already stepped forward decisively to support her: "Grandma is getting old, and it's freezing cold outside. It's not good for her to stay out all the time. Let me take Grandma home!"

Qi Lian nudged Song Risheng with her elbow. Song Risheng snapped out of his daze, realized what was happening, and quickly stepped forward to support the old lady on the other side.

Grandma Song didn't even realize what was happening!

The two brothers, Song Risheng and Song Xingming, one on each side, carried the old lady out of the house as if they were lifting her up.