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

Song Yanyan was not delayed on the way, and Doctor Ding was also very quick. Although the village chief ran a little slower, it didn't matter.

When the group arrived at Old Man Su's house, Song Xingming had already cleaned most of the filth out of Old Man Su's mouth and nose.

Dr. Ding was experienced, and upon taking one look, he cast an admiring glance at Song Xingming.

He squatted down and took Old Man Su's pulse. After a long while, he exhaled and said with some relief, "Thankfully, it was discovered and cleaned up in time. Old Man Su's life has been saved."

Hearing this, Song Yanyan felt relieved, and an indescribable joy welled up in her heart.

Old Su is not dead!

not dead!

Wouldn't you say that this saved a life?

After Doctor Ding told Song Xingming that Old Man Su was alright, Song Xingming's pale face suddenly relaxed, as if he could no longer hold back, and he rushed out the door.

Song Yanyan quickly chased after him and saw her third brother grabbing the unmelted snow in the corner of the yard, frantically rubbing his hands with the snow while gagging uncontrollably.

Song Yanyan quickly stepped forward and gently patted Song Xingming's back with her small hand.

It took Song Xingming a while to calm down.

Just as he calmed down a little, his nose twitched slightly, as if he had smelled something again.

Song Xingming's expression changed, and he felt like gagging again.

Song Yanyan asked anxiously, "Third Brother, what's wrong?"

While gagging, Song Xingming waved his hand, signaling Song Yanyan to stay away from him.

He recovered from the wave of nausea, his face as white as paper, and said weakly, "...Yan Yan, stay away from me, I smell."

Song Yanyan pursed her lips.

The vomit after drinking smelled extremely foul. In order to save the man, her third brother endured the vomit and used a handkerchief to clean it out of the old man's mouth and nose bit by bit.

Feeling distressed, Song Yanyan ignored Song Xingming's attempts to stop her and stepped forward to support his arm, saying, "What are you saying, Third Brother! If you're feeling unwell, lean on me and feel better. What's with all this talk about 'smelly'?"

Song Xingming knew that his sister was also very opinionated, so he didn't say anything more. He took a handful of snow from the corner of the wall and rubbed his hands together repeatedly.

Dr. Ding had been busy inside the house for quite a while before coming out and taking a deep breath of fresh air in the yard.

The village chief was also sobered up by the smell.

"Village Chief, Doctor Ding, if Grandpa Su is alright, shall we head back now? My third brother isn't feeling well." Seeing her third brother's pale face, Song Yanyan greeted the village chief and Doctor Ding.

"Go back and rest. This time, we owe you both a lot," Doctor Ding praised. "If you hadn't discovered it early and helped clean the filth from Old Man Su's mouth and nose, even a miracle wouldn't have been able to save him. You two are Old Man Su's saviors."

The village chief also offered a few words of praise, and then asked with some surprise, "Speaking of which, what are you two doing here with Old Man Su?"

Song Xingming was prepared. He looked weak and pale, but remained calm and composed: "...I was studying at the county school, and the teacher assigned a lesson on the moon. I saw that the moon was beautiful tonight, so my sister and I took a walk here. We happened to see a dark shadow dart into Grandpa Su's house, looking like a stray cat. Just to be on the safe side, we knocked on the door to warn him. But the light was on inside, and there was no response. We thought Grandpa Su lived alone, so we were afraid something had happened. We apologized and came in, only to find Grandpa Su lying on the floor..."

The village chief and Doctor Ding nodded in agreement.

The village chief remarked with emotion, "The Tian family has raised all of you children exceptionally well."

Doctor Ding glanced at Song Xingming, whose face was deathly pale even in the moonlight: "Alright, alright, you two should go back now. We're so grateful to you two for saving my life tonight. When Old Man Su wakes up, I'll make sure he properly thanks you for saving his life."

Neither Song Xingming nor Song Yanyan said anything more. The two left Old Man Su's courtyard and headed straight home.

Upon arriving home, Song Yanyan went straight to the kitchen to boil water.

Tian Denghua came out when she heard the commotion and bumped into Song Xingming. She saw that Song Xingming's face was as white as paper, which almost scared her.

"What's going on?"

Song Yanyan quickly came out of the kitchen and told Tian Denghua the same story that Song Xingming had told the village chief and Doctor Ding.

It wasn't that Song Yanyan deliberately kept it from Tian Denghua; it's just that Song Yanyan had previously told Tian Denghua that after she had a nightmare about Luo Jinyu killing her whole family, Tian Denghua would wake up in a cold sweat from the nightmare for a long time. However, Tian Denghua was strong-willed and tried hard to hide it from Song Yanyan, so Song Yanyan cooperated and pretended not to notice.

Song Yanyan didn't want Tian Denghua to live in fear anymore, and she would never let the things in her dream happen again. Therefore, Song Yanyan never told Tian Denghua about her dream again.

Hearing Song Yanyan's report about Old Man Su, Tian Denghua realized that her son and daughter had saved a life by accident. She felt sorry for her son's suffering, but also proud of her son and daughter.

Tian Denghua went inside and rummaged around, finding some dried hawthorns. She handed them to Song Xingming, saying, "Third brother, eat some of these; they'll help relieve the symptoms."

Song Xingming took it, popped a piece of dried hawthorn into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Looking at his mother and sister bustling around for him under the moonlight, he felt a warm current slowly flowing through his heart.

The news of Song Xingming and Song Yanyan saving people spread throughout the village the next day.

Many people already know that the siblings Song Yanyan and Song Xingming rescued the reclusive old man Su in the wilderness.

Song Chengzong even brought people to block Song Xingming and mock him, exaggeratingly making a vomiting gesture: "Oh dear, I heard you were the one who cleaned up that old man Su's vomit. Aren't you disgusted? Ugh, you're so disgusting!"

Song Xingming didn't take it to heart at all, simply dismissing Song Chengzong's barking as mere rubbish.

Before Song Chengzong could say anything more, he saw Song Yanyan emerge from behind Song Xingming with an unfriendly expression, looking at him menacingly.

Song Chengzong felt inexplicably frightened, made a couple of mocking remarks, and then ran away.

Song Yanyan said to Song Xingming, "Third Brother, don't listen to his barking! Doctor Ding also said that it's all thanks to you that Old Man Su's life was saved! Without you, he would have died!"

Song Xingming shook his head: "If you hadn't dreamed about it, why would I have gone to save him? You were the one who actually saved him."

"No way, we still have to rely on Third Brother!"

"Alright, Yan Yan, let's stop arguing. Neither of us can be missing, right?"

"Alright. We'll split this record of achievements in half!"

The brother and sister stopped arguing.

Song Xingming was even secretly relieved.

Luckily, he went with them that day.

Otherwise, how could Yan Yan be allowed to clean up such filth?

Song Xingming couldn't bear to see his sister suffer like that.

He took out a few dried hawthorn slices from the sachet that Song Yanyan had embroidered for him, which was hanging from his waist, put them in his mouth, and slowly chewed them.

Soon, the nausea subsided, and her complexion improved considerably.

Two days later, firecrackers were set off in Zhaoyou Village.

It made a lot of noise, crackling and popping.

The villagers were puzzled. The New Year had already passed, and the Lantern Festival was still a few days away. It was neither a New Year nor a festival, so who was it that had so much money to burn and was setting off firecrackers at this time?