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

Song Chengzong was truly "utterly wicked," as he was pushing a little girl of about seven or eight years old into the woods, pulling her braids, and stealing her candy!

The little girl ran away crying.

Song Chengzong smugly stuffed the candy into his mouth and licked his fingers.

Song Yanyan, who was hiding behind a tree, witnessed this scene and was utterly suffocated!

And yet, she's crying and begging to go to the county school?!

She even hit her third brother!

Learn to be a good person first!

Today, she, Song Xiaofupo, will personally teach him how to behave!

Song Yanyan acted decisively, taking into account the wind direction, crouching low, and stealthily moved behind the tree, slowly approaching Song Chengzong.

As they drew closer, Song Yanyan reached into her small cloth bag, pulled out a handful of fine wood shavings, and threw them fiercely at Song Chengzong!

Wood chips rained down from the sky! Song Chengzong was covered in them!

He flew into a rage: "Who! Which shameless bastard ambushed me?!"

He opened his mouth and a lot of stuff got into it! He was so angry that he spat it out several times!

The sawdust was stuck to my face, my eyes, my whole head and face, making it impossible to open my eyes!

Song Chengzong wiped his face in a fit of rage.

Song Yanyan increased the dosage and threw several more handfuls, leaving Song Chengzong frantically wiping his face in a frenzy!

That wasn't all. Song Yanyan then pulled out the stones she had been carrying all day and threw them hard at Song Chengzong's legs!

Song Yanyan's aim is excellent, honed through years of throwing sandbags. If she says she'll hit a leg, she'll never hit an arm!

Those stones weren't very big, and Song Yanyan was aiming for Song Chengzong's legs. Even through his thick cotton coat, they would only cause bruises at most, not serious injury.

Song Yanyan used all her strength, even more than when she hit Song Pan'er with the sandbag earlier!

Song Chengzong was shot in the leg repeatedly, screaming in agony.

After throwing several stones, Song Yanyan stopped, concealing her accomplishment and leaving satisfied.

From behind came Song Chengzong's furious voice: "Who is it! Who!"

His face was covered in sawdust and other debris, and he didn't dare to open his eyes at all!

Song Yanyan chuckled and didn't even turn her head!

When Song Chengzong ran out of the woods, yelling about which bastard had ambushed him, Song Yanyan was already at the village entrance, playing shuttlecock with her friends as if nothing had happened.

Song Yanyan glanced at Song Chengzong, who was covered in sawdust, looking furious and disheveled. She felt great and even wanted to hum a song, "Today is a good day!"

When her third brother woke up today, the bruises on his face had faded considerably. When Tian Denghua asked him about it, he simply said that he had accidentally bumped into something while using the outhouse at night. Tian Denghua muttered a few words to him to be careful, but she didn't suspect anything.

Her third brother smiled and agreed.

Just because her third brother doesn't care doesn't mean she doesn't care!

After throwing stones at her, Song Yanyan finally felt that she had vented her anger for her third brother, and her mind was at peace.

"What are you looking at!" Song Chengzong was in a sorry state and found Song Yanyan even more displeasing.

"Fine, I'll look! Who told you to be so sloppy? How can you blame others for looking at you?" Song Yanyan retorted directly.

She's not afraid of Song Chengzong at all!

Song Yanyan stuck her tongue out at Song Chengzong, who clenched his fist in anger but dared not actually hit her.

After all, Song Yanyan had actually fought with Song Chengzong before, the kind that drew blood. Although Song Yanyan couldn't beat Song Chengzong, she had a ruthless streak in her bones. She was determined to hold onto Song Chengzong, and no matter how much Song Chengzong hit her, she wouldn't let go.

In the end, Song Chengzong's pitiful wailing attracted the attention of the officials, who, in a panic, separated them, and the matter was finally resolved.

Just then, Song Yanyan was happily observing Song Chengzong's impotent rage when she saw several unfamiliar burly men from the village walking angrily toward her.

The burly man at the head of the group was holding the hand of a little girl who looked about seven or eight years old.

Song Yanyan recognized her at a glance; this little girl was the one who had been pushed and had her candy snatched by Song Chengzong earlier!

The little girl, tears still streaming down her face, looked over and immediately pointed at Song Chengzong, complaining in a tearful voice, "It was him! He pushed me, bullied me, pulled my braids, and stole my candy!"

A burly man, leading a little girl, strode over, his face contorted with rage.

Song Yanyan's friends realized something was wrong and huddled together with her, somewhat frightened: "Yanyan, what's going on?"

The burly men and the little girl were all unfamiliar faces; they had never seen them before.

Song Yanyan reassured them, "It's alright, it's alright, they probably didn't come for us."

Those burly men definitely weren't after them.

They stopped in front of Song Chengzong, who was so frightened that he took a step back, his expression fierce but his voice weak: "What are you doing!"

The burly man at the head of the group had a thick, wiry beard and eyes that exuded authority even without anger. He looked at Song Chengzong and said, "So it was you who bullied our young lady?"

Song Chengzong was only brave within his own circle; he had never seen anything like this before, and his legs were trembling: "I, I didn't..."

The little girl, about seven or eight years old, interjected with tears in her eyes, "It was him! Uncle Hu, waaaaah, he pushed me, and he even pulled my braid...waaaaah, it hurt so much when he pulled my hair."

The burly man known as "Uncle Hu" had a face like a demon, and he glared at Song Chengzong with murderous intent!

Song Chengzong had never seen anything like this before. His legs immediately gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling, and cried out incoherently, "Father! Mother!...Grandmother!"

Hu Bo scoffed, "You brat, even if you call the King of Heaven himself, we're still in the right! Our young lady came to visit relatives in your village today, and you've bullied her like this. If we don't get justice for her, we'll have no face to face our master! ...Boy, quickly apologize to our young lady!"

Seeing that Uncle Hu was both domineering and fierce, Song Chengzong was already terrified. He cried with tears and snot streaming down his face, "...Yes, I'm sorry!"

Uncle Hu was clearly dissatisfied: "Just this one sentence? That's too perfunctory! Say it again!"

Song Chengzong cried with tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling: "I, I shouldn't have bullied people, I, I will never dare to do it again!"

Uncle Hu frowned, actually still somewhat dissatisfied.

But Song Chengzong's crying was so ugly that he was afraid it would hurt his young lady's eyes.

Uncle Hu looked at the little girl: "Miss, what do you see?"

The seven or eight-year-old girl put her hands on her hips and glared at Song Chengzong: "Since you've already apologized, I'll let it go this time! But if you bully me again next time, I'll have Uncle Hu spank you hard!"

After uttering those harsh words, the seven- or eight-year-old girl was led away by Uncle Hu again.

Several burly men also left.

In the end, all that was left was Song Chengzong, sitting on the ground, looking disheveled, his face covered in tears and snot.

Song Yanyan and her friends watched with great interest.

Song Chengzong scrambled to his feet, giving Song Yanyan a fierce glare before running away.

Song Yanyan's friends were all unhappy.

"Why is your cousin glaring at you?"