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

From Song Yanyan's house all the way to Song Laosan's courtyard, they encountered many villagers setting off firecrackers. Whenever someone asked, Song Yanyan patiently answered again and again.

Song Xingming gave his younger sister a thumbs up.

Song Yanyan proudly raised her chin.

The brother and sister stood in front of Song Laosan's small courtyard, patting the iron ring on the gate while calling out "Third Uncle".

Song Laosan received several acres of fertile land and other valuables from Song Laotai due to her favoritism, making his family the wealthiest among the three branches of the Song family.

Unlike the mud walls of other people's houses, Song Laosan's courtyard had proper brick walls, and even the gate was a painted gate with an iron door knocker, making it look very impressive.

However, Tian Denghua had long seen through him. Song Laosan was lazy and averse to work. He only talked a good game, flattering Old Madam Song every day, but in reality, he had already replaced all the family's possessions with these glamorous-looking things. She wasn't envious at all!

Song Yanyan wasn't envious; she banged on the iron ring on the door.

There was no sound from inside, as if no one was home.

The neighbors came out to see what was happening, and when they saw Song Yanyan carrying a huge pile of chickens and fish, they chuckled: "Oh, it's Yanyan! Are you bringing food to your grandma?... Your third aunt won't open the door, is she afraid you're here to freeload?"

Song Yanyan's delicate face, which was clearly that of a beauty, was filled with innocence and helplessness, making people feel sorry for her: "Auntie, we really didn't come here to freeload... My family only eats these things during the New Year... I just wanted to bring some good food to Grandma."

Song Xingming's long eyelashes trembled slightly as he said forlornly, "Perhaps it was too noisy inside, and they didn't hear it."

The neighbors, who had come out to watch the commotion, felt sorry for the brother and sister when they saw their condition. One of them rolled up his sleeves and said forcefully, "Come on, you two, move aside, I'll knock on the door!"

The neighbor's knocking wasn't so gentle. She stepped forward and pounded on the iron ring: "Song Laosan's wife, open the door!"

Regardless of how Song Laosan's family reacted to the sudden, rapid knocking at the door, many neighbors were drawn out to see what was going on.

It's Chinese New Year, everyone's in a relaxed mood, and with nothing else to do, they'll definitely rush out to see what's happening.

The neighbor, a loud-voiced auntie with a fiery temper, didn't even need Song Xingming and Song Yanyan to say much. She pointed to the bowl Song Yanyan was holding and loudly told everyone, "...See? It's the New Year, and it's snowing. The two kids from Song Lao Er's family eagerly filled a bowl with good food and brought it to their grandma. And what happened? In this cold weather, the two children knocked on the door for ages, but the kids inside just pretended not to hear them and wouldn't open the door!"

"This is too much!"

"That's it!"

"Song Laosan's family, they're probably afraid those two kids will come over and ask for food!"

"How could they do this?! Ever since Song Lao Er's family passed away, everyone in the village has seen how hard they've been living. They probably only eat chicken and fish during the New Year. And yet, they picked out this whole bowlful and brought it to Grandma. And Song Lao San's family just pretended not to hear a thing, leaving their two kids to freeze in this cold weather! It's outrageous!"

The neighbors who were watching the spectacle were all talking about it.

There was finally some commotion in Song Laosan's courtyard. Song Laosan's wife suddenly pulled open the courtyard gate and said with a forced smile, "It's the New Year, and none of you are celebrating at home. What's wrong? Coming to my door to make a scene?"

The neighbor's shrewish auntie put her hands on her hips and said, "Do you think we're doing this for a reason?! It's because you people are so inhumane!"

Song Yanyan brought over the bowl of chicken and fish at just the right moment: "Third Aunt, my mother asked my brother and me to bring some meat to Grandma. Don't worry, Third Aunt, these are all untouched and clean."

When Zhao Laidi, Song Laosan's wife, saw the bowl of meat in Song Yanyan's hand, her expression softened slightly. She snatched it away and said, "Alright, I know. You can go back now."

After a pause, Zhao Laidi realized that there were still quite a few onlookers around, so she reluctantly added, "It's freezing cold, so I imagine your mother is waiting for you to come home for the New Year. Your third aunt won't keep you any longer."

With that, he slammed the door shut without any politeness.

Listen to the noise inside, and the sound of the door latch falling.

The neighbors were not surprised at all that Zhao Laidi acted this way.

She pursed her lips and kindly reminded Song Yanyan and Song Xingming, "You two should go back quickly, it's very cold outside. You can come back to get the bowls from your third aunt later."

"Okay, thank you for knocking on the door for us, Auntie."

The brother and sister both politely thanked them.

The neighbor was pleased and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket, putting them in Song Yanyan's hand: "These are homemade. Take them home and have some fun."

Song Yanyan thanked him sweetly again and went home with Song Xingming.

Inside the house, Tian Denghua helped Song Yanyan brush the snow off her clothes, and didn't forget to spit at Song San's third aunt: "You're so petty, you're not even as big as a pinhole!"

Song Xingming gave a general account of what had happened along the way.

Tian Denghua then smiled with satisfaction.

“That bowl of good meat wasn’t wasted,” Tian Denghua snorted. “Your grandmother is still your elder, and the second and third sons aren’t even married yet, especially the third son. As a scholar, he needs to have a good reputation… Your sister can’t be branded as unfilial, otherwise how will she be able to find a good match?… This trip will at least let everyone know that our family has been very good to your grandmother! If your grandmother comes to our house and acts up again, it won’t affect your reputation too much.”

Song Yanyan didn't want to talk about other people's business anymore. She put a piece of meat on Tian Denghua's plate and changed the subject with a smile: "Mother, eat meat, eat meat... Our lives are getting better and better. When my sister-in-law gives birth to her nephew and niece next year, our family will be even more lively during the New Year!"

These words made Tian Denghua subconsciously glance at Qi Lian's belly, and she couldn't help but imagine the scene of holding her grandchildren during the New Year.

Thinking of the scene of being surrounded by her children and grandchildren, Tian Denghua was in high spirits. She picked up the wine bowl in front of her, took a sip, and laughed heartily, "Not bad! Next year will be even more lively!"

"And then there's the second son. He'll be getting married next year, which will be another joyous occasion with the addition of a new member to the family!"

"Life is getting better and better!"

Tian Denghua was delighted. Her smile, as the head of the household, eased the tension in the room.

Song Risheng pulled Song Yueping to drink, and the two even tried to get Song Xingming drunk, but Tian Denghua laughed and scolded them a few times.

Song Yanyan and Qi Lian sat together eating, chatting quietly about what would happen after Qi Lian's baby was born.

Inside the house, candles flickered, and outside, firecrackers crackled; the Song family enjoyed a very pleasant New Year.

Late at night, Song Yanyan, having eaten and drunk her fill, lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), contentedly hugging her quilt and turning over.

Life without Luo Jinyu is truly getting better and better, more and more comfortable!

so good!