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

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the snow outside stopped.

Early in the morning, people outside were setting off firecrackers one after another. Before Song Yanyan even got up, several girls from the village who were good friends with her were calling her name at the gate of her courtyard.

"Yan Yan, come out and play!"

Song Yanyan climbed out of the warm kang (heated brick bed), wrapped herself in the quilt, pushed the window open a crack, and shouted towards the courtyard: "I'm getting up now! You guys go play first, I'll come find you in a bit!"

The girls outside the door laughed and replied, "Shy, shy, Yan Yan hasn't gotten up yet!"

The laughter gradually faded away, indicating that they had gone out to play.

Song Yanyan skillfully reached under her pillow.

Sure enough, there were two strings of copper coins strung together with red thread under the pillow.

As in previous years, one string of flowers was given by Tian Denghua, and the other by her sister-in-law Qi Lian.

However, perhaps because Tian Denghua and Qi Lian were both well-off this year, they gave extra amounts of money for these two New Year's gifts.

Song Yanyan was overjoyed.

When she returned from the market in the county town last time, she bought a lot of things, and her savings had dropped to 120 coins.

The New Year's money her mother and sister-in-law gave her has brought her savings back to the peak of two hundred coins!

She, the wealthy Song, is back!

Song Yanyan happily put on her new jacket and skirt, made from fabric that Tian Denghua had recently bought and that Qi Lian had rushed to finish making for her in the last two days.

The upper part of the jacket and skirt was made of light pink fabric, while the lower part was a softer cyan color, which made the little girl's still-developing face look delicate and fresh, as well as lovely.

When Tian Denghua came in to call Song Yanyan for dinner, her eyes lit up when she saw her well-dressed daughter.

My daughter is so beautiful; she's inherited all the best features from both her and that deadbeat man!

"Happy New Year, Mother! May you have a prosperous and peaceful year!" Song Yanyan's voice was loud and clear, fully adhering to the custom of saying auspicious words as the first thing on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Tian Denghua smiled as brightly as a flower: "Come on, let's go eat. Your sister-in-law is pregnant but she's up earlier than you."

"Coming."

Song Yanyan and Tian Denghua slept in the same room. The main house was in front, with a small door blocking the view.

Qi Lian smiled as soon as she saw Song Yanyan come out and waved, saying, "Oh my, I thought a little fairy had come out! ... There's hot water in the basin, Yanyan, go wash your face first."

"Hey!"

Song Yanyan responded and then said auspicious words to Qi Lian: "Happy New Year, sister-in-law! I'm sure you'll give birth to a healthy baby safely this year!"

Qi Lian loved to hear this, and her eyes crinkled with laughter.

After washing her face, Song Yanyan's clean and delicate face, without any makeup, was as fresh and clean as a freshly peeled egg. She didn't look like a country girl who braved the wind and rain and went into the mountains to collect firewood and cut pig feed every day.

Qi Lian was very envious of Song Yanyan's beautiful complexion.

She glanced at Song Risheng, who was busy setting out chairs and food, with a hint of resentment.

They were born to the same parents. Song Risheng was born well, but why was his skin so dark? Her skin wasn't fair either; it was yellowish. What if she gave birth to a yellowish baby who was ugly?

Qi Lian couldn't help but let her mind wander.

During this brief pause, several plates of dumplings had already been placed on the table.

The dumplings were made by Tian Denghua getting up early in the morning to prepare the filling and knead the dough.

Qi Lian woke up early and wanted to help, but Song Risheng immediately pushed her back into bed: "Mother said you're pregnant, why are you getting up so early? You lie down, I'll go help Mother with the chores."

Before Song Yanyan got out of bed, Qi Lian had also just gotten up not long ago.

She felt that everything was going smoothly and to her liking.

Although her family was poor, her husband's family did not mistreat her. They bought her new cloth for the New Year and gave her a piece of silver to spend as she pleased. Her sister-in-law, who was such a young girl, even bought her hair ties when she went to the market.

As for her man, well, let's not even go there...

Thinking of this, all her worries about the skin color of her unborn child disappeared, and Qi Lian felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

Qi Lian looked gentle, a smile playing on her lips, and beckoned to Song Yanyan, "Come here, Yanyan, let me comb your hair."

"Okay, okay!" Song Yanyan replied cheerfully and moved closer.

Her sister-in-law is very skillful; she can make hair look comfortable and beautiful.

Qi Lian styled Song Yanyan's hair into a beautiful updo, and then tied it with a pretty hair tie that Song Yanyan had bought earlier, making Song Yanyan look even more charming and cute.

Qi Lian couldn't resist pinching Song Yanyan's cheek.

This child is so cute and incredibly handsome.

It's so tempting to just pick it up and play with it!

When the three older brothers saw Song Yanyan's outfit, they praised her so much that they were practically floating on air.

Song Yanyan was so happy she felt like she was about to burst with joy.

After she finished eating, she wanted to run outside to play with her friends.

Tian Denghua laughed and scolded from behind, "He's just like a monkey, he can't stay at home!"

Several village girls were playing beanbag toss in the slightly spacious open space at the village entrance when they saw Song Yanyan coming over with her beautifully combed hair and wearing a new dress. Their eyes widened in amazement.

The little girls stopped playing with the beanbags and gathered around, enviously touching Song Yanyan's hair and clothes.

Song Yanyan was a very generous girl, letting her friends touch her all they wanted.

"Wow, Yan Yan, your new clothes are so beautiful! Your mother really loves you; she even bought you new fabric!"

"Yes, yes, this hair is styled so nicely. Unlike my mom, who only knows how to braid my hair into two braids!"

"It's mainly because our Yan Yan is so pretty! This pink color suits her perfectly. If you ask me, Yan Yan is much prettier than those arrogant rich girls in the county!"

Even Song Yanyan felt a little embarrassed by the enthusiastic praise from her friends. She hurriedly rummaged through her side pocket and pulled out a handful of roasted melon seeds that her mother had made, sharing them with her friends and pleading, "Stop praising me! I can't take it anymore! You guys eat this, eat this!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

After finishing the sunflower seeds in her hand, Song Yanyan and several other girls played a lively game of beanbag toss.

The sandbags were filled with river sand collected from the riverbank. The sand was a bit coarse, but fortunately, my clothes were thick in winter, so it didn't hurt when it hit me.

Two little girls stood on either side of each other, a few feet apart, throwing beanbags at each other.

Song Yanyan and two other girls dodged the sandbags being thrown around in the open space that was only a few feet wide.

If you are unfortunately hit by a sandbag and it falls to the ground, you lose and are disqualified.

Song Yanyan ran back and forth several times and found that the other children who were responsible for throwing the beanbags seemed to be subconsciously avoiding her, so the beanbags were not being thrown in her direction.

"Throw it at me! Throw it at me!" Song Yanyan waved her hands, volunteering for the mission.

The little girl in charge of throwing the beanbags said sheepishly, "Your clothes are so pretty, and they're brand new, I can't bring myself to hit you..."

"It's okay, I'm very good at washing clothes, I'll wash them very clean!" Song Yanyan said loudly, "We're out having fun, so you can just leave me alone without worry!"

After Song Yanyan said that, the two girls who were in charge of throwing the beanbags gradually relaxed.

Just as Song Yanyan and her friends were having a great time, three more girls of similar age arrived.

The one in the green shirt, as soon as he came over, seemed to have his eyes glued to Song Yanyan.

The woman in green stood there for a while, but seeing that Song Yanyan seemed not to see her and completely ignored her, she got annoyed and shouted, "Song Yanyan! Can't you see me?!"

Song Yanyan stopped running and looked over with a smile: "Third cousin, what's wrong?"

The woman in the green dress is Song Pan'er, the fifteen-year-old eldest daughter of Song Laosan and Zhao Laidi.

Song Pan'er twitched the corners of her mouth, a forced smile: "Can I join in too?"

The two little girls who came with Song Pan'er also shouted, "Take us with you too!"

"Yeah, don't be so stingy!"

The other girls remained silent and all looked at Song Yanyan.

They were close to Song Yanyan and knew a little about her; the two cousins ​​didn't get along.

However, during the Chinese New Year, Song Yanyan didn't want her friends to have a good time because of her disagreement with Song Pan'er.

Song Yanyan said nonchalantly, "If you want to play, then play together."

Song Pan'er gave a sinister smile and stood at the spot where the sandbags were thrown: "I'll throw them."

She swung her arm with all her might, clearly using all her strength, and hurled the sandbag hard at Song Yanyan!

The sandbag was clearly aimed at Song Yanyan's face!

The girls who were close to Song Yanyan were stunned and instinctively held their breath!

Song Yanyan was prepared; she held her hands in front of her face and firmly grabbed the sandbag.

Song Pan'er was very strong, and Song Yanyan's hand was a little sore from the blow.

You can imagine how painful it would be if that sandbag hit your face!

Song Yanyan caught the incoming sandbag with great force, and her friends cheered.

According to the procedure, it's time for Song Yanyan to throw the sandbag back to the person in charge of throwing it.

"Catch!" Song Yanyan smiled and swung her arm, throwing the sandbag hard at Song Pan'er!

Song Pan'er caught it with great effort, but her face looked terrible and her hands were trembling, clearly in a lot of pain.

"Song Yanyan!" Song Pan'er gritted her teeth.

Song Yanyan made a face at her.

You weakling, you dare to provoke people with such little strength.

After several rounds of back-and-forth between the two cousins, Song Pan'er couldn't take it anymore. After being hit on the arm by Song Yanyan's sandbag, she ran away crying.

Song Yanyan scoffed, letting out a disdainful laugh: "Just as I thought, she's a weakling."

To Song Yanyan's surprise, Song Pan'er returned shortly afterward!

And she didn't come back alone; she brought Grandma Song with her!