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

When Tian Denghua and the others arrived at the schoolhouse, they heard an arrogant voice coming from inside: "...Alright, stop dawdling. I'll put it this way. Our son-in-law is still on duty at the county office, and we can't make him make a trip over this. You should all be sensible and hurry up and fire that Song Xingming, so our son-in-law won't have to make a trip after his shift ends."

"Master Zhang, that's not how it's said..."

"Hmph, right now the county magistrate, the county assistant magistrate, and the registrar are all in jail. It's all up to our son-in-law to handle all the affairs of the county. He's incredibly busy! Our family feels sorry for our son-in-law and doesn't want to trouble him with such a small matter. I'm telling you, Principal Cen, some people need to know their place!"

"No, Master Zhang, there's really no need to trouble Wen Dianshi with this matter. Let's talk this out... Scholar Song has always been an excellent student in both character and academics, there must be some misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding?! Look at the injuries on my son's face, what misunderstanding could there be! Someone who is so lawless and dares to hit people in the county school, why don't you get rid of him right away?! Your county school is funded by the county government, if our son-in-law hears about this, he'll have to think carefully about whether a school that protects such scoundrels still has any value?"

"This……"

Tian Denghua couldn't stand it any longer and pushed the door open to enter.

Song Yanyan followed Tian Denghua inside impatiently. She saw that the room, which was warm from the charcoal brazier, was filled with many people, but her third brother, Song Xingming, was standing there all alone.

Song Yanyan was on the verge of tears.

Her usually mature-beyond-his-years third brother had a bruised and swollen face, clearly also injured!

Song Xingming was taken aback, not expecting his family to come.

The people inside the room were also taken aback.

Song Yanyan rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears. She raised her hand, wanting to touch it but not daring to: "Third Brother, does it hurt?"

Song Xingming shook his head: "It just looks scary, it doesn't hurt at all."

Song Yanyan quickly wiped away her tears.

At this moment, tears are useless.

The middle-aged man sitting in the chair at the head of the table, dressed in gold and silver and exuding an air of wealth, must be Master Zhang.

He frowned and looked Tian Denghua and his group up and down. Seeing that they were dressed like country folk, he realized that they were just like his son had said—a bunch of country bumpkins.

He sneered, "You're that bastard's family? You've come at the perfect time! Look what that bastard did to my son!"

Sitting in the chair next to me was a smaller version of Mr. Zhang, with a round head and a sly look in his eyes.

He was also injured, with a bruise around his eye.

But looking at it, no matter how you look at it, Song Xingming's injuries are more serious than Zhang's—after all, Song Xingming is thin and tall, far less round than Zhang, so he was at a disadvantage in terms of physique when it came to fighting!

Tian Denghua didn't dare look at her son's face!

She was furious: "Didn't your son hit my son?!"

Mr. Zhang replied matter-of-factly, "How can they be the same! What is your son's status, and what is my son's status!"

Tian Denghua was so angry she almost laughed. She wished she could roll up her sleeves and beat up Master Zhang!

"Besides, so many people saw it, it was your son who started it!" Old Master Zhang slapped the armrest of his chair. "How dare he! A country bumpkin like him, he actually dared to hit someone first!"

Did her third brother strike first?

Song Yanyan frowned; she didn't believe it!

If her third brother made the first move, then it must have been that Zhang guy who did something!

In short, it was absolutely not her third brother who started the trouble!

Song Yanyan asked Song Xingming in a low voice, "Third Brother, what did that guy surnamed Zhang do to make you fight with him?"

Song Xingming glanced at his sister and pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

Song Yanyan understood perfectly; her heart skipped a beat.

The way Third Brother is avoiding the topic makes it seem like it's related to her.

Master Zhang grew even more smug and said to Principal Cen, "See? He can't even say a word himself! Hurry up and get him out of here!"

Master Cen looked troubled.

He cherished talent, and Song Xingming was the smartest student in the county school. He really couldn't bear to drive such a talented person away.

Cen Shu sighed and decided to plead for Song Xingming again: "...Master Zhang, in the entire Qingjiang County, only the county school has a scholar in charge. Song is the most promising candidate to pass the imperial examination. If you ask us to send him away, it will delay his studies..."

It would have been better if Principal Cen hadn't mentioned it, but the moment he did, he said that Song Xingming had a good chance of passing the imperial examination and becoming a scholar, Master Zhang's eyes turned red with jealousy.

He slammed his hand heavily on the armrest of the chair: "This country bumpkin thinks he can pass the imperial examination?! Dream on! My son is smarter than him!"

Master Zhang shouted, "Steward Wang, go to the yamen right now and invite the son-in-law over! Tell him that Junpeng has been beaten and ask him to come and help uphold justice!"

Headmaster Cen quickly stopped him: "No, no, no, Master Zhang, let's talk this out calmly, let's talk this out calmly."

Without the county's special subsidies, their comfortable days at the county school will be greatly reduced!

Master Zhang snorted: "Then tell me, what should we do?"

Headmaster Cen broke out in a cold sweat.

Song Yanyan suddenly spoke up to Zhang Junpeng, who had fought with her brother: "Hey you, wait a minute, someone like you, my third brother should usually be too lazy to even talk to you. I bet you're just jealous of my third brother's talent and you're trying to frame him!"

As Song Yanyan spoke, she nodded affirmatively, "That must be it! Many petty people are jealous of talented individuals, so they frame others like this! It's utterly despicable!"

Zhang Junpeng, who was sitting in the chair with his eyes hurting so much he was grimacing, was so angry he almost jumped up: "What nonsense are you talking about! I was just chatting with someone, and Song Xingming is crazy. He rushed over and pinned me to the ground and beat me!"

"Oh?" Song Yanyan pressed, "So what did you chat about?"

Zhang Junpeng opened his mouth, his eyes darting around, and changed the subject.

"Coward! You dare to do it but not admit it!" Song Yanyan spat at him crisply, "No wonder you're so incompetent!"

Zhang Junpeng's forehead veins bulged, and he shouted, his face red and neck thick, "Who are you cursing! I was just telling people that a new girl came to the brothel and looks a bit like you... So what! Can't I even say a few words?!"

Song Yanyan understood. It was probably because Zhang Junpeng had seen her when she brought her third brother to the county school, which was why he later made up stories about her.

Before Song Yanyan could say anything, Tian Denghua, like an enraged tigress with bloodshot eyes, pounced on Zhang Junpeng and slapped him four times across the face!

The incident happened so suddenly that none of the people Mr. Zhang brought with them had time to react.

Zhang Junpeng was so badly beaten that he saw stars and stammered out a mouthful of blood, along with a knocked-out tooth.

Master Zhang was furious. He stood up abruptly, his eyes blazing with rage: "How dare you?!"