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

Tian Denghua lay on the ground with her eyes tightly closed, but her hand, hidden by her clothes, quietly tugged at Song Yanyan's sleeve.

Song Yanyan paused slightly, then relaxed her whole body.

Although she was in good physical condition, the sorrow and worry on her face did not diminish in the slightest.

Grandma Song took a step back, looking at her hands in disbelief, then at the field lantern flower on the ground.

She shouted angrily, "I only touched her lightly! She was faking it, faking it!"

Song Yanyan knelt beside Tian Denghua, wiping away tears, and cried out to the old lady Song in a broken voice, "Grandma, what are you saying! If you hadn't laid a hand on my mother, would she have fainted for no reason! My father has been dead for over ten years, and my mother, a single woman, raised the four of us alone, through so much hardship! You have never helped my mother, never! ... Grandma, what did you say to the village chief back then? You said we had already separated the family, and the written agreement stated that marriages were no longer related! Grandma, have you forgotten? If we were no longer related, then why are you now trying to take our things? What kind of logic is that?!"

The village chief's granddaughter, Ding Lianqiao, interjected indignantly, "My grandfather told me! That's exactly right, not a bit off!"

Old Mrs. Song's cold and ruthless attitude back then left an indelible mark on her young heart!

Grandma Song opened her mouth, trying to argue, "...So many years have passed, why are you bringing this up? Do you still harbor resentment towards me, your grandmother?"

These words were clearly setting a trap for Song Yanyan.

If Song Yanyan were to admit that she had always resented Old Mrs. Song, Old Mrs. Song could easily accuse Song Yanyan of being disobedient and unfilial.

Song Yanyan was initially making accusations, but as she spoke, remembering her mother's years of hard work and toil, she cried out with genuine emotion, "How could I dare to resent you? I just want to say, even if you've been so unkind to our family and to my mother, my mother has never done anything to you, has she? Today, you came to our house, first trying to steal our things, then attacking my mother. Isn't that going too far?"

“Hasn’t my mother always been good to you? You’ve never cared about us. My mother was sick and almost died. We were so young then, we were terrified. We cried and went to you. But you and your third uncle and aunt just kept the gate closed and shouted in the yard that we should stay away and not dirty your house!”

"Over the years, one thing after another, we can say with a clear conscience that only you have wronged us, and we have never wronged you in any way."

"But what have you done? My third brother loves reading and is good at his studies. The teacher at the private school wrote a letter of recommendation for him to enter the county school! And you, just because my cousin Chengzong said he wanted to study at the county school, you wouldn't let my third uncle and aunt find a way. You came here to pressure my mother, preventing my third brother from studying and making our family support Chengzong's schooling! Let everyone judge, what kind of logic is this?!"

"My mother, out of respect for you as an elder, still treats you with the utmost respect and filial piety. She even sets aside a bowl of the best meat and vegetables for my third brother and me to deliver to you during the New Year's Eve dinner!"

"But what have all these years of respect and filial piety earned us? You came to my house to steal things and laid a hand on my mother! Grandma, what did our family do to offend you? Are you determined to make our family's life miserable?"

Song Yanyan was very beautiful and had a good personality. Although she sometimes talked a lot, which made people both love and hate her, most of the villagers still liked her very much.

The pretty little girl was kneeling beside her unconscious mother, sadly recounting the grievances she had suffered over the years.

Sentence by sentence, sound by sound.

There was no resentment towards the elders, only helplessness, sorrow, and grievance.

The tear that slid down the little girl's cheek touched the hearts of the villagers watching the spectacle.

Everyone's eyes reddened from the emotion, and some couldn't bear it and shouted loudly:

“What Yan Yan said is absolutely true! This old woman often goes around gossiping about how bad Tian Shi is! But over the years, we all know with our own eyes that while this old woman is inhuman, Tian Shi has been incredibly good to her!”

"That's right! When Old Mrs. Song separated Song Lao Er's family, she was ruthless, not even sharing a pot or pan! That wasn't separating a family, that was severing ties! Now that she sees Song Lao Er's widow and her children living better and better lives, she's shamelessly coming back, using her status as an elder to pressure and bully them. How can that be reasonable?"

"That's right! We are all kind-hearted people in Zhaoyou Village. It's too much for Granny Song to bully us like this!"

"Disgraceful!"

"shameless!"

"You old woman, you don't know how to cherish such good grandchildren, you're making me so angry!"

The villagers were all talking at once, cursing Old Woman Song with righteous indignation.

This is the first time in all of Mrs. Song's decades of life that she has been so condemned by everyone!

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and her old face turned purplish-red.

Suddenly, Song Chengzong rushed over, shouting, "Grandma, Grandma, what's wrong with you! Please don't let that little brat Song Yanyan make you faint!"

Grandma Song's eyes lit up, and she immediately clutched her chest, exclaiming, "Oh dear, I'm so angry! I'm so angry at that little hussy Song Yanyan!"

Every villager present could see that Old Mrs. Song wanted to pin the label of being unfilial on Song Yanyan!

Immediately, a villager shouted, "Are you dizzy? Even if you are, we won't say a bad word about Song Yanyan!"

This infuriated Old Mrs. Song so much that she gritted her teeth and was about to throw herself to the ground!

Just then, a figure rushed out from the crowd of onlookers and helped Grandma Song up!

Who else could it be but Dr. Ding?

Dr. Ding smiled and grabbed Old Madam Song's wrist: "Old Madam, what's wrong? Your pulse is strong and you're in good health. You can live another twenty years without any problem!"

Who doesn't love to hear this kind of talk when they're older? Grandma Song beamed with delight: "Really?!"

But she immediately realized that this was not the time to talk about this, and her expression changed, looking somewhat sullen.

Dr. Ding let go, and Old Mrs. Song was too ashamed to continue complaining that she was so angry she would die.

She stared for a while, wanting to leave, but she really couldn't bear to part with the good stuff in those eight boxes, so she shamelessly stood there, pretending to be stupid.

Doctor Ding then went to take the pulse of the field lantern flower on the ground.

Tian Denghua, who was pretending to be unconscious, was on tenterhooks.

Fortunately, after taking Tian Denghua's pulse, Doctor Ding sighed solemnly and said to Old Madam Song, "You're in trouble! The push you made just now hit a vital acupoint, which is why Tian is unconscious! It'll cost a lot of money! You'll have to pay for the medical expenses!"