Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

For some reason, looking at the man not far from her, Zhao Lian felt a sense of foreboding.

Her intuition told her that the man seemed to be after her.

She had seen this man more than once, and at the time she didn't think much of it, but now that she thought about it, she guessed he had been following her all along.

I think I saw him at the grain and oil store when I was buying rice and flour.

He happened to go in around that time. He wandered around for a bit, didn't buy anything, and then went out again.

However, I didn't pay attention at the time, thinking that he was just an ordinary person and it was normal for him to go into the store and not buy anything.

But later, next to the meat stall, Zhao Lian seemed to see him in the crowd of onlookers, but she still didn't seem to care much.

But as she walked over here, she always seemed to see him behind her, neither too close nor too far. At the time, she didn't pay much attention, thinking he was probably just someone from a nearby village going to the market.

But now that she looked at him like this, she recognized him; he had been lingering around her for some time.

Most ordinary farming families would go out carrying baskets on their backs and then come back with some things.

But this man had nothing in his hands, and he looked aimless, probably the kind of person who idles away his time.

Moreover, recalling how he always lingered around her, Zhao Lian couldn't help but think to herself that this person was probably really eyeing her.

Seeing that he had bought so many things, and that he was still a child, he might have some wicked thoughts.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lian remained calm and looked around. She happened to see a stick nearby, so she moved it to her side and pretended to squint, but actually she was secretly sizing him up.

As the man drew closer, Zhao Lian noticed his shifty-looking eyes and noticed that he glanced at her.

The man's name was Huang Liang. He was in his early twenties. He was idle and had no proper job. He was ambitious but lacked practical skills. He was unwilling to work but wanted to enjoy a life of luxury.

He usually likes to loiter around on the streets when he has nothing to do, and he enjoys petty theft.

So, Huang Liang ran out of rice and flour at home, and today he decided to go to the market to see if he could steal some to take home.

Just then, Huang Liang walked into the grain and oil shop, and Zhao Lian followed closely behind. He hadn't paid much attention to Zhao Lian because she looked like a beggar, and was just thinking of sneaking some rice when the shopkeeper wasn't looking.

Unexpectedly, this unassuming little girl asked for several kilograms of rice and flour right off the bat. He also noticed that Zhao Lian had some loose silver on her, which immediately gave him an idea.

Later, he walked straight out of the grain and oil shop and waited for Zhao Lian outside. He then followed her all the way to the meat stall.

I saw that Zhao Lian not only bought pork fat, but also steamed buns.

Seeing the little girl carrying so many good things in her basket and eating steamed buns, Huang Liang was really envious.

He followed Zhao Lian the whole way, wanting to see if she had met up with anyone else so he could find an opportunity to make his move.

Seeing that Zhao Lian walked out of Changtingji and passed the crossroads alone the whole time, Huang Liang felt relieved.

The little girl was all alone; there was no one else with her. She even said in front of the meat stall that her father was with her, but that was probably just a lie.

Seeing Zhao Lian sit down in front, and with noon approaching and no village or shop in sight, and no one else around, Huang Liang immediately felt that an opportunity had come.

He quickened his pace, taking three steps at a time to reach Zhaolian.

When he saw the situation clearly, he was even happier. The little girl seemed to have fallen asleep, and her basket was still lying to the side.

Huang Liang walked over nonchalantly, waved his hand in front of Zhao Lian, and seeing that she had no other reaction, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Just as he was about to reach for the basket, Zhao Lian opened her eyes and looked at him coldly: "Who are you? How dare you!"

Huang Liang was already feeling guilty, and Zhao Lian's sudden remark startled him, making him think someone was standing behind him.

He quickly looked around and found no one else. Then he turned around and saw that Zhao Lian had stood up and was looking at him coldly.

"You~"

Huang Liang was a timid man, and he felt a little guilty in front of Zhao Lian. He smiled and said, "Little girl, I'm poor and have no rice to cook at home. I've been starving for days. I see you bought a lot of rice and flour. Can you lend me some?"

"I bother!"

Zhao Lian put her hands on her hips, glared angrily at Huang Liang, and cursed, "What a waste of your tall stature, with hands and feet! If you want food, earn it yourself!"

"You want to take advantage of a child like me? Have you no shame?"

At this moment, Huang Liang also realized, "Oh right, the other party is just a little kid. I'm so tall and strong, what am I afraid of?"

Thinking of this, he chuckled coldly: "I'm speaking to you so nicely, and you still won't give it to me? If you don't give it to me, don't blame me for being impolite."

Immediately afterwards, Huang Liang shook his fist in a threatening manner.

"Humph!"

"If you want what I have, you'll have to ask my stick." Zhao Lian brandished the stick in her hand, lightly tapping it against her own hand, and said with a look of disdain, "Come on, come here, don't waste my time, I still have to go back and fry some lard!"

Unexpectedly, the other party was just a little kid who actually looked down on him, which immediately enraged Huang Liang: "Little brat, you don't know what's good for you, do you!"

Immediately afterwards, Huang Liang swung his fists and lunged forward menacingly.

Seeing him pounce on her, Zhao Lian tilted her body to dodge his attack, and then kicked him with her back foot. Huang Liang lost his balance, staggered, and fell forward to the ground.

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Lian laughed so hard she almost fell over: "With your pathetic skills, you still have the nerve to show your face in public? You can't even beat me."

Huang Liang landed face down, his mouth hitting a rock, instantly losing two front teeth and his mouth filled with blood.

Feeling a metallic taste of blood in his mouth, Huang Liang wiped it, saw his hands covered in blood, then spat out a mouthful of saliva and discovered that his front tooth was also missing. He was immediately enraged.

"Ah, my teeth!"

Huang Liang shouted loudly, "If you dare to hit me, I'll fight you to the death!" After saying that, he charged towards Zhao Lian again.

Seeing him acting like a mad bull, Zhao Lian shook her head. This Huang Liang didn't know any kung fu at all. He might be able to deal with ordinary children, but unfortunately, she knew kung fu.

Just as he was about to reach Zhao Lian, he struck out with both fists. Zhao Lian dodged left and right repeatedly, but this time she didn't hold back either.

He immediately grabbed a stick and started hitting Huang Liang with his hands. Under the blows, Huang Liang had no choice but to use his hands to defend himself.

"Ouch~"

He tried to grab Zhao Lian's stick, but Zhao Lian didn't give him the chance. In the end, she beat him until he covered his head and squatted on the ground, crying out incoherently, "Have mercy! Have mercy! Please stop hitting me!"

Zhao Lian pointed at him with a stick and shouted, "Didn't you want rice and flour? Get up!"

"I hate people like you the most in my life. You're tall and strong, but you don't do anything else. You bully the weak and fear the strong, and you always do petty theft!"