Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Grandma always liked to pick up discarded vegetable leaves from the market when it closed.

She not only enjoys eating alone, but also likes to eat with her family.

The original owner tried reasoning with her and presenting facts, but it was no use. Her grandmother just wouldn't listen and said, "If I don't pick them up, it'll be a waste! They're such good vegetable leaves! Picking them up to cook will save money. If we save every day, we can buy lots of things for my precious grandson!"

Besides picking up vegetable leaves, they also collect other things.

Cardboard bottles and the like are kept at home, and no one is allowed to touch them; if anyone does, she cries.

But eating too many rotten vegetable leaves can make you sick.

So after the whole family went to the hospital, Su's parents forbade her from picking up any more vegetable leaves or meat.

Grandma had no choice but to reluctantly agree, but having been frugal her whole life, she still habitually collected cardboard boxes next to the trash can.

She hunched over, her rough hands rummaging through a pile of garbage, oblivious to the pungent smell that filled the air.

That day, as Grandma was rummaging through things as usual, a bright golden yellow caught her eye.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a gold bracelet, with a large gemstone set in it, standing out starkly against the gray garbage.

Grandma's eyes lit up. She looked around and, seeing no one, quickly hid the bracelet in the pocket close to her heart. Then, pretending to be calm, she continued rummaging through the trash.

Not long after, a woman with a flustered expression rushed over. She frowned and anxiously asked the grandmother who was rummaging through the trash can.

"Grandma, have you seen a gold bracelet? It was a gift from my mother-in-law, a family heirloom that has been passed down for generations and is worth millions!"

Grandma subconsciously touched her pocket; the bracelet was still there. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, denying it, "I didn't see it."

The woman became even more anxious. She frowned, covered her mouth and nose; the stench emanating from the garbage made her look like she was about to vomit. But she still stubbornly looked around the garbage can, muttering repeatedly, "What am I going to do? This is my family heirloom..."

Seeing how persistent the woman was in her search, the grandmother felt a little panicked, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to admit it.

After a while, seeing that she couldn't find it, the woman could only sigh helplessly and leave, looking back every few steps.

After the woman walked away, Grandma lost interest in looking for the trash.

She ran home briskly, and as soon as she entered the house, she couldn't wait to take out the gold bracelet from the pocket she had been tightly holding onto the gold, her face beaming with a proud smile as she showed it off to her family.

"Look what I found! A gold bracelet. It's so big and heavy, and it even has gemstones on it. I heard it's worth millions!"

Family members gathered around, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

The parents' eyes widened, and the younger brother jumped up excitedly, shouting, "Wow, Grandma is so amazing! I want lots and lots of models!"

The family asked Grandma curiously how she got it, and she excitedly recounted her "achievements." The family was so engrossed in the joy of their unexpected windfall that they didn't feel anything was amiss.

At this point, the original owner, who had already sensed something was amiss, stepped forward and advised them to return the bracelet.

"Don't pick up things from the roadside. What if someone calls the police? That's no small matter."

Grandma also clutched the big gold bracelet tightly, saying dismissively, "How could that be! People have already come looking for it, and I just said I didn't see it. How could I have been discovered? Besides, if I found it, it's mine. Who would know!"

The original owner didn't give up. He anxiously continued to persuade him, "Nowadays, gold purchases come with certificates, and there's surveillance everywhere. We can't be greedy for small gains. If we end up putting our whole family in jail, it will be too late to regret it."

As the parents listened to the original owner's words, the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared, and they began to fall into deep thought.

They felt a chill run down their spines when they thought about the potential consequences their family might face if the truth came out.

The mother tugged at the father's sleeve and whispered, "What the child said seems to make sense. What if we really get into legal trouble?"

The father frowned and nodded.

Grandma was a little unhappy with her parents' reaction and muttered, "Why do you both listen to this child? How can you just give away a treasure you've already got?"

The younger brother stomped his foot in dissatisfaction, saying, "I don't care, I want to use this money to buy the model."

Seeing his family's reaction, the original owner was very anxious. He continued, "We should be responsible people. This isn't our property, and we won't feel at ease taking it. If we get arrested for this, we'll be too ashamed to face anyone."

Under the original owner's persistent persuasion, the parents' attitude gradually wavered. They began to realize the seriousness of the matter and decided to have a good talk with the grandmother to persuade her to return the gold bracelet.

Although Grandma was reluctant, she couldn't resist her son's repeated persuasion, so she secretly threw the gold bracelet back next to the trash can when no one was looking.

I thought that was the end of it, but who would have thought that the bracelet would be found by the old lady downstairs.

Within a few days, the news had spread throughout the neighborhood.

The old lady downstairs sold it for 100,000 yuan. From then on, every time she saw the original owner's family, her face was full of smug smiles, and her words were full of sarcasm.

"Oh, if I hadn't just gone downstairs to take out the trash, I wouldn't have found that big gold bracelet."

She glanced at the original owner's grandmother with a half-smile, "By the way, I heard you're always rummaging through the trash there. How come you don't have my good fortune? Hehehe."

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like tiny knives stabbing straight into the hearts of the original owner's family.

Upon hearing this, the original owner's grandmother's face instantly darkened to the point of being dripping with water. Her lips trembled slightly, and she was seething with anger. She was about to retort that she had already found it, but she swallowed the words back. She knew that if she said that, she would definitely be ridiculed as a big fool. So she could only suppress her anger and walk home quickly with a cold face.

Back home, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

When the parents learned of this, their faces darkened, and their eyes were filled with disgust as they looked at the original owner, who was the culprit who caused them to lose their wealth.

That day, the family sat around the table to eat. The food was steaming hot, but no one had the appetite to touch it.

The original owner carefully picked up the bowl, and just as she put a piece of food into her mouth, her father suddenly slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang," startling her so much that she dropped her chopsticks.

Before the original owner could react, her father's slap came whistling through the air, landing heavily on her face with a "smack".

The original owner's face instantly swelled up, and a salty taste filled his mouth as he spat out several teeth along with the blood.

The original owner stared wide-eyed in terror, still reeling from the sudden violence, when her grandmother's slaps followed. As she slapped her, her grandmother cursed, "You wretched brat! If you hadn't been yelling like that, those treasures worth tens of thousands, even millions, would have been ours!"

Grandma's hands were dry but strong, and each blow made the original owner's head buzz.

The original owner instinctively raised her arm to protect herself, pleading incoherently, "Dad, Grandma, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

The only response he received was even more violent punches and kicks. His father's leather shoes pounded into the original owner's back and legs.

Although the mother didn't lay a hand on him, she watched coldly from the side, muttering from time to time, "This is all your doing. You've ruined our family's good life."

The younger brother was also jumping up and down, shouting, "That's right, it's all your fault! I can't buy the model I want!"