A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

When Song Ziming and Hu Cuicui heard Song Zhili say this, they exchanged a glance and said nothing more.

They didn't see Song Zhili show any sadness along the way, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Hu Cuicui, in particular, was most worried about Song Daya when she heard that Song Daya and Gu Changqing had divorced.

Thinking that Song Daya might try to commit suicide, she immediately called Song Dashan and Song Zidong to come to Yongfeng Village together.

Fortunately, I found Song Zhili unharmed.

Throughout the journey, Song Ziming was worried that Song Zhili would be unhappy, so he kept finding excuses to talk to her, and Hu Cuicui would occasionally chime in with a few words.

After walking for about half an hour, they finally arrived at the entrance of Peach Blossom Village. Song Zidong drove the oxcart directly to his doorstep.

Song Zhili jumped off the oxcart and looked up at the house in front of her.

Their house was similar to a courtyard house, except that it was not a brick and tile house, but rather a house made of thatched roofs and mud tiles.

Although it was a bit run-down, it was big enough for their whole family to live in.

"Da Ya, it's only been a year since we last met, how have you suffered so much? Oh, my dear granddaughter, you've really suffered."

Song Zhili saw two figures walk out of the house. The two people who came out were the original owner's grandmother, Li, and the original owner's sister-in-law, Ji Qingqing.

Following behind them was an elderly man with half-gray hair, who was supporting a handsome young man.

The man was holding a cane and limping as he walked out.

These two people are the original owner's grandfather, Song Hai, and the original owner's second brother, Song Ziyuan.

Seeing their worried expressions, Song Zhili gave them a big smile.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Second Brother, Sister-in-law, I'm fine, I'm doing well. I hope you won't dislike me when I come back to live here."

If Song Zhili hadn't encountered the original owner's parents on the way, she probably would have tried to find a place to stay in the county town, and then slowly used the money to settle down in this ancient world.

Now that she has returned with the original owner's parents and met these so-called relatives, they not only did not despise her after learning that she had divorced, but also cared about her so much.

She felt even more envious of the original owner of this body, envious that she had such a wonderful family.

"Pah, Da Ya, what are you saying? How could we look down on you? Come in quickly, look at your room, we've always kept it for you."

Li stepped forward, took Song Zhili's hand with heartache, and led her into the house.

Ji Qingqing followed behind them and said, "Yes, little sister, you must be hungry after your long journey. Grandma and I have already prepared the meal and are just waiting for you to come back. Go wash your hands and come eat."

In the original owner's memory, she didn't spend much time with Ji Qingqing. When she got married, Ji Qingqing had only been married into the family for a short time.

Therefore, she and Ji Qingqing did not have much affection for each other.

Now that Ji Qingqing saw her return and there was no displeasure in her eyes, she knew that Ji Qingqing must be quite a good person.

"Okay, I'll go wash my hands now. Thank you for your hard work, sister-in-law."

Song Zhili responded and went to wash her hands first, while Hu Cuicui, Song Dashan, and Song Ziming also entered the courtyard one after another.

Song Ziming went to the village chief's house to return the oxcart, which Song Dashan had borrowed from the village chief that day.

After everyone finished what they were doing, they all sat down around the table. None of them touched their chopsticks; they were all waiting for Song Zidong to return.

"Mom, is it New Year's Day today? Why are we eating chicken?"

Sitting next to Song Zhili, Song Qiqi stared intently at the chicken on the table, her mouth watering at the aroma.

Song Qiqi is the daughter of Song Zidong and Ji Qingqing. She is only three years old this year. In her memory, chicken was only eaten during the Chinese New Year. When she saw the chicken on the table today, she thought it was the Chinese New Year.

Ji Qingqing found Song Qiqi's gluttonous look amusing. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and gently explained, "Today is not New Year's Day. It's because your great-grandmother is welcoming your aunt back that she specially killed a chicken."

Ji Qingqing's words warmed Song Zhili's heart again. In her memory, there was a severe drought two years ago. Because of this disaster, everyone's life was not easy, and there was no harvest for those two years.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the villagers who made a living by farming. Song Zhili was also affected in the Gu family during those two years. Fortunately, with the help of her maternal family, they were able to get through the crisis.

At that time, the original owner thought that her family must be doing well, which was why they were able to help her. But what she didn't know was that their lives weren't actually that good.

"Daddy, you're back. Daddy, hug me."

Song Qiqi, with her sharp eyes, spotted Song Zidong first. She climbed down from the dining table, opened her arms, and ran towards Song Zidong with her short legs.

Song Zidong opened his arms and hugged Song Qiqi. He gently pinched her little cheek and asked, "When you saw your auntie come back, did you call out to your auntie?"

Song Qiqi nodded, blushing. "Father, now that I've called her that, will Auntie always be home?"

"Yes, are you happy?"

As Song Zidong carried Song Qiqi into the house, he said, "I'm so happy, Qiqi likes her little aunt."

Song Zhili looked at Song Qiqi with some surprise. She hadn't had much contact with Song Qiqi, and she never expected to hear her say that she liked her.

"Alright, come and eat quickly, the food will get cold."

Li called Song Zidong over, stood up, took Song Zhili's bowl, ladled a large bowl of chicken soup for Song Zhili, and put a chicken leg into her bowl.

"Da Ya, look how thin you are, eat more."

"Thank you, Grandma, I can do it myself."

Song Zhili quickly stood up, took the bowl from Li Shi's hand, and thanked her.

"Yes, eat more. This is for you."

Not to be outdone, Song Hai took the largest coarse grain steamed bun and placed it in front of Song Zhili.

Seeing this, the others at the table smiled and had no objection to the two elderly people's actions, taking it all for granted.

Being pampered by everyone like this, Song Zhili's eyes reddened, feeling a sour and swollen sensation. She lowered her head and quickly drank a sip of chicken soup.

Seeing that Song Zhili had drunk the soup, Li was very happy, so she put another chicken leg into Song Qiqi's bowl, saying, "This is for you, you should eat it too."

Song Qiqi's eyes shone brightly, and she smiled sweetly at Li Shi, "Thank you, Grandma."

Everyone enjoyed the meal, and the family was all very happy. Song Zhili also really liked the atmosphere.