A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

An Ning died in winter, and she also transmigrated here in winter. The cold wind outside was like a knife, stinging people's faces.

She first went back to her room to get a tattered blanket to shield the child from the wind, and then carried the little girl to the village clinic.

Ironically, the house that the Song family had built not long ago was originally intended to be a room for each of their two sons, but the original owner of this body was not entitled to live there. The room was vacated and given to the eldest son and grandson of the Song family, who were like crown princes.

The original owner of this body and her daughter were driven to a drafty woodshed, and the blanket that Anning took was the best one she had.

Anning ran at full speed with her child in her arms at the village entrance, and many villagers saw it.

It's the off-season for farming now, and after dinner, every household has nothing to do. Since it's a rare opportunity to see something exciting, they spontaneously came along.

"Dr. Li, is Dr. Li here?"

An Ning deliberately banged on the door loudly so that everyone around could hear it.

She considered asking Ma Cuihua for the money directly, but the body she had transmigrated into was like a withered willow in the wind; brute force was definitely out of the question, so she had to outsmart her.

In the vast countryside, the most powerful weapon is gossip.

The barefoot doctor, who was eating by the fire, heard the noise and thought something serious had happened. He hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks and just walked to the door when he saw the child being held in Anning's arms.

"Come in quickly. What happened?"

Anning put the little girl on the bed: "You hurt your head, can you help me treat it first, and see if we need to go to the hospital?"

The barefoot doctor was startled by the blood on the little girl's forehead. He hurriedly found some alcohol and iodine and stammered, "This wound looks a bit deep. I... I'll just disinfect it and bandage it up. She might... need to go to the county hospital... for a few stitches."

"Okay, could you please give me a certificate? I'll go find the captain to get it stamped."

"no problem!"

The barefoot doctor readily agreed and quickly finished the procedure, handing the medicine and certificate to Anning, saying, "Oh, by the way, I'll need to trouble you to settle the bill. I only used iodine and alcohol, plus the gauze and tape for bandaging, so one cent will suffice."

“Um…” An Ning lowered her head, looking embarrassed.

Outside the door, onlookers shouted, "Wen Yuan's wife, I heard your husband sends ten yuan home every month. You used to be a full-time employee at the textile factory. You wouldn't be going to renege on even a penny, would you?"

"No... I..." An Ning blushed and stammered for a long time, "I don't have any money... all the money is with my mother-in-law..."

"Hey! What's the big deal? I'll go get her to come and pay."

Upon hearing her words, someone immediately ran out.

It wasn't that they were particularly enthusiastic, but rather that their intuition told them there was going to be some excitement.

After that person left, the others also began to speak:

"Wen Yuan's family, a child's head injury is a serious matter. Why didn't you bring any money with you?"

"Exactly, we'll have to spend a lot of money at the county hospital later!"

Just as everyone was discussing, a deep male voice came from outside: "Make way, what are you doing crowding here? Let me in."

The visitor was Song Dongliang, the village head. The older villagers preferred to call him Dazhu, while the younger generation mostly called him Uncle Zhu.

He was a middle-aged man in his early forties. It was said that he had been a Boy Scout in his youth, killed Japanese soldiers, and was highly respected in his unit.

"Captain, what are you doing here?" someone asked.

As Song Dongliang walked in, he said, "Someone told me that someone died in the village, so I came to see what happened."

That's how rumors spread.

Upon hearing the captain's words, Shen Anning's face turned pale, and she swayed as if about to collapse. She weakly explained, "No one died! It was my little girl who injured her head. I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come all this way, Captain."

Seeing Shen Anning like this, Song Dongliang was worried that she would fall and almost reached out to help her.

He coughed lightly: "It's alright, since you're already here, how's the baby?"

"The child fell and hit his head, and is unconscious. But I think it's nothing serious, just a bit deep, he'll need to go to the county hospital for some stitches. Captain, you've come at the right time. I've prepared a certificate for Comrade Shen Anning, it just needs your stamp." The barefoot doctor stepped forward to explain.

"Row."

Song Dongliang took out the official seal he always carried with him and stamped it.

But after the cover was finished, Shen Anning didn't do anything.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Song Dongliang asked, frowning. "Are you worried that the road is too far and you can't carry the child? I'll lend you my bicycle."

"No...no." Anning lowered her head even further, her voice barely audible. "I...I don't have any money. I'm...I'm waiting for my mother-in-law to bring me some money."

Just then, someone with sharp eyes shouted, "They're here! They're here!"

But when everyone turned around, something was wrong. Why were they looking for Aunt Qian and Ma Cuihua?

Aunt Qian couldn't help but take a half step back, shrugging her neck into her scarf: "Don't look at me! Ma Cuihua said it's normal for children to bump and bruise themselves. Why go to the hospital? We didn't pay!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present wore strange expressions.

Upon hearing this, An Ning knew that Ma Cuihua was betting that the original owner of this body wouldn't dare to tell others her true situation.

It's just because the original owner of this body also cared about her image and was afraid that others would know about her life and laugh at her for being stupid, having squandered a good hand.

So she deliberately concealed it, listening to others praise her for marrying well, to numb herself.

But An Ning is not the original body.

Upon hearing Aunt Qian's words, she immediately covered her face and began to sob.

You don't need to say anything, just cry.

Sure enough, people nearby started gossiping:

"Look at her eldest child, he's as strong as a calf, running rampant in the village every day. She'd be heartbroken if he got even a small scratch. Shen Anning's little girl is five years old this year, but she looks like a two or three-year-old. She's so skinny."

“My son said that Song Dabao bullies Song Xiaoni every day at home and calls her a money-loser.”

"Ma Cuihua has such a sweet tongue, who knows what she's really like behind the scenes! Look at Wen Yuan's wife. When she first married into the family, she was plump and healthy, so festive! Now she's so thin she's unrecognizable!"

As they chatted back and forth, Song Dongliang, who was standing to the side, had already frowned.

Under his leadership, their brigade was always an advanced brigade under the Red Flag Commune.

Most families behave like Ma Cuihua, and he usually turns a blind eye, but this time she went too far, and he can't ignore it even if he wants to.

He immediately made the decision, giving Shen Anning five yuan and saying, "I'll pay for this first. You take the child to the county town first; we can't delay!"

Anning thanked the captain and picked up the little girl.

Just then, Song Xiaoni, who had been unconscious, suddenly moved. Anning immediately stopped what she was doing and called the barefoot doctor to take a look.

To be honest, this child is a bit thin, but he has good features and looks a lot like Anning when she was little. He is also very well-behaved.

The little girl stirred for a moment, then opened her eyes shakily, and the first thing she saw was her mother.

"Mother……"

Hearing her kitten-like voice, Anning's heart skipped a beat: "My dear girl, Mommy's here!"

The little girl's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she said three more words: "I'm so hungry."

"Didn't you just eat? How come you're hungry again?" An Ning asked deliberately, not expecting such a coincidence.

The little girl's mouth immediately drooped: "Da...Da Bao said...I'm a money-loser, that the food he gives me is worse than the chickens' food, and he...dumped my soup."

"What a tragedy! Two people in their family who are paid to work are letting a little girl go hungry!"

People around were talking a lot.

Song Dongliang's face grew darker and darker. He stuffed five yuan into An Ning's hand and said, "Take this money to take the child to see a doctor first. I'll come to your house to get it back later."

He then shouted, "Alright, alright, everyone disperse! This matter hasn't been clarified yet, so don't spread rumors."

When the captain gave the order, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, but it was obviously impossible to keep it a secret.

There aren't many interesting things happening in the village, and this incident will soon spread throughout the entire Hongqi Commune.

The barefoot doctor gave the little girl some food to fill her stomach before seeing them off.

Shen Anning took the five yuan that the brigade leader had lent her and set off for the county town.