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

If it were an ordinary person, hearing this would surely make them feel extremely ashamed.

But Old Mrs. Song was no ordinary person. She shamelessly boasted, "Back then, everyone was struggling! ... Besides, the piece of hemp cloth your third sister-in-law gave us wasn't just any ordinary hemp cloth. It had been blessed! It was offered to the Bodhisattva for a full forty-nine days! Look at your eldest daughter-in-law now, she hasn't been able to conceive for several years since she got married, but now she's finally pregnant. That's all thanks to that piece of hemp cloth from your third sister-in-law!"

Tian Denghua was stunned.

Is it possible for her mother-in-law, at her age, to have such a thick skin?

Grandma Song said smugly, "So, the dowry for Pan'er will be done as I said."

Tian Denghua sneered, about to blurt out "Dream on," when Song Yanyan tugged at her mother's arm and preemptively said, "Grandma, have you forgotten? When Steward Hu from the Su family came to deliver gifts, he said that they looked down on your family. If we were to give your family some of our things, he would rather take everything away... It's fine to add to Pan'er's dowry, but if the Su family comes to ask for things back because of adding to Pan'er's dowry, will you make up for it, Grandma?"

Old Mrs. Song's expression changed, and she said in a fierce but weak voice, "Don't make a big deal out of nothing! If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know!"

Song Yanyan feigned surprise: "Don't you keep the gift list? Since you're making up for it, doesn't that mean we don't need to add any more dowry?"

Grandma Song realized she couldn't argue with Song Yanyan at all, and angrily retorted, "You little hussy! You caused your father's death when you were still in your mother's womb, and now you're trying to anger me to death—"

Tian Denghua's expression changed instantly.

Song Yanyan was her Achilles' heel. Old Mrs. Song cursed Song Yanyan in front of her, saying that she had caused her father's death. How could Tian Denghua tolerate this?

She immediately sneered, "Mother, if you put it that way, then there's no point. How about we have a proper discussion about how my husband actually died back then?"

Song Yanyan immediately looked over.

When Grandma Song saw Tian Denghua confront her so directly, her eyes visibly wavered.

He seemed a little guilty.

"How else could he have died? From illness, of course!" Old Mrs. Song muttered. "Wasn't it because you were carrying this jinx in your belly back then..."

Tian Denghua took a step forward and stared straight at Old Madam Song, which startled Old Madam Song so much that she took a step back.

Tian Denghua said coldly, "Mother, have you forgotten? Back then, when you contracted tuberculosis, your other two good sons avoided you like the plague and sent you to a dilapidated kiln! Only your second son! Only him! He wasn't afraid of tuberculosis or death, and he took care of you for ten days! Ten days!"

Grandma Song was somewhat dazed.

Some scenes that had been deliberately forgotten in my memory resurfaced.

She was speechless for a moment, only muttering in an evasive manner, "...It's all ancient history, why are you still bringing it up?"

Tian Denghua didn't let her off the hook, sneering, "Why can't I say it! Your second son said he wanted to live a good life with us, but where is he!... He took care of you for ten days and came back, and you're better now, but your second son, who was in his prime and had a wife and several children to take care of, fell ill and just passed away! Gone!"

Tian Denghua didn't shed tears. She just looked at Old Mrs. Song with disgust and impatience: "Sometimes I'm quite annoyed with him too. He did fulfill his filial duties, but he left us, his mother and children, in this world to be bullied... Mother, if you keep saying such nonsense, tomorrow I'll go and make a big fuss around the village, so everyone will know how my husband left us and his children to die of illness!"

Grandma Song seemed to remember something, and was clearly a little dazed. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she closed it.

Thinking of the man who died young, Tian Denghua still felt a bit angry.

Grandma Song muttered something else.

But she didn't dare to mutter too loudly at this moment.

After a long pause, Old Mrs. Song softened her tone: "...No matter what, your third sister-in-law gave you gifts back then, and your daughter-in-law is pregnant. You have to repay that favor."

Tian Denghua sneered, about to say something, when Song Yanyan tugged at her arm and said with a smile, "Grandma, don't worry, although we can't touch the things the Su family sent, we will definitely give a gift. I promise it will be generous... but a generous gift will definitely take time to prepare. We'll add to it on the day of Pan'er's wedding, so it will look good on the gift list."

Grandma Song was finally somewhat satisfied: "That's more like it!"

Before she left, she emphasized, "Don't forget, you yourselves promised to give a generous gift!"

Tian Denghua didn't expose her daughter's behavior in front of Grandma Song. She held back until Grandma Song left before frowning and asking Song Yanyan, "...Something's not right with you. Aren't you usually the one who loves to argue with your grandma, and I can't stop you? Why are you agreeing to your grandma's request this time?"

Song Yanyan shook Tian Denghua's arm: "Mother, have you forgotten? Grandma said that when my eldest brother got married, the three feet of hemp cloth that my third aunt sent was offered to the Buddha for forty-nine days, right? We can find a ten-foot-long piece of hemp cloth and send it to the Taoist temple to be blessed... How can that not be considered a generous gift?"

Tian Denghua suddenly realized what was going on and couldn't help but laugh, tapping Song Yanyan's forehead: "You little rascal."

Song Yanyan covered her forehead and chuckled.

Tian Denghua slapped her head again, somewhat annoyed: "Oh no, I was so angry just now that I forgot to ask your grandma where Song Pan'er was from."

Thinking about it, Tian Denghua couldn't sit still any longer. "I'll go out and ask around."

Tian Denghua went out in a hurry.

Song Yanyan greeted Qi Lian and then went back to the room partitioned off behind the main house, where she plopped down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

She only remembered that in that life in her dream, Song Pan'er didn't seem to be engaged so early.

However, it's hard to say, since this life is quite different from the one in the dream.

For example, in the life she dreamed of, the child her sister-in-law had miscarried before the new year was now growing slowly in her sister-in-law's womb.

For example, Luo Jinyu became the adopted daughter of the registrar's family, and Zhou Yi, the registrar who was not arrested by the inspector in the dream, was arrested and imprisoned by the inspector in this life.

For example, in the dream, Old Man Su, who died alone at home due to drunkenness, not only did not die in this life, but also became her third brother's teacher!

For example, her family's life in this life is much better than the life in the life where she took in Luo Jinyu in her dream!

Life is so exciting!

Thinking about it, Song Yanyan happily rolled around on the kang (a heated brick bed).

As she rolled around, Song Yanyan fell asleep and dreamed of her previous life.

In that dream, Aunt Song, Zhao Laidi, married Song Pan'er off to a portly merchant as a concubine. The merchant was very generous, which made Aunt Song extremely happy.

The merchant was willing to offer eight taels of silver as a betrothal gift, but Aunt Song bargained hard and got the price down to ten taels.

Finally, the merchant took Song Pan'er away with a dowry of ten taels of silver. On the second day after their marriage, he took Song Pan'er and left Qingjiang County, never to return for the rest of his life.

When Song Yanyan woke up, it was already dark outside. She looked at the sky and, for some reason, felt a little lost.

As if echoing a dream, Song Pan'er's voice rang out in the courtyard outside:

"Song Yanyan!"