Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

The next morning, the family set off again in their carriage.

Today we'll go to Grandma's first, so we can get to Aunt's before noon. Qiao Jingjing only remembers her aunt as a kind and gentle woman who was very good to her; she knows nothing about who she married or how she's doing.

The original owner only remembered things that left a deep impression on him; other things were hard to leave a trace in his mind.

In fact, Qiao Jingjing had always been puzzled. Since the original owner of this body was slow to speak and couldn't even articulate her thoughts clearly, why was she treated differently in the dream? There was no indication that she had any intellectual problems.

If she can't figure it out, she'll stop thinking about it. She believes that one day, unexpectedly, the answer to everything will come to you.

Returning to Xiaogang Village, I found myself on the same rugged path, surrounded by the same pervasive poverty. My grandmother's house remained unchanged; due to the cold weather, the whole family stayed home, a rare occurrence.

They were overjoyed to see Lin Zhijie and his entire family arrive. Song was very satisfied with her son's improved appearance after apprenticing, and the addition of some fertile land to the family made her even more grateful to her sister-in-law's family.

After putting down the New Year's gifts they had brought and exchanging a few brief pleasantries, the group decided not to waste any more time and set off for Shangyang Village, where Qiao Furong's husband's family lived.

After walking along an official road for a while, we turned onto a smaller path and finally entered Shangyang Village. The situation here was noticeably better than in Xiaogang Village; the houses were no longer all thatched huts, and at least a few families had built brick and tile houses.

It was already past noon, around 10 o'clock.

Qiao Wanjun drove the horse-drawn carriage, the wheels creaking and groaning on the dirt road. He was clearly in a good mood; he still felt a deep affection for his only sister, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

When Xu gave birth to Qiao Furong, Qiao Wanjun was already 11 years old. He doted on his little sister and carried her everywhere he went. The little girl practically grew up on Qiao Wanjun's back until she was three years old. Even when she got married, Qiao Wanjun carried her out of the house.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, a commotion came from ahead, as if people were arguing, and the sound gradually faded away as it got closer.

Qiao Wanjun rubbed his face, then pulled the reins to stop the carriage. A crowd had gathered ahead. He jumped off the carriage, said something to his wife and children inside, and walked towards the source of the commotion.

"Oh dear, what a tragedy! Poor Qiao, she's had such a bad life to run into such a man," a round-faced woman said to the woman next to her, frowning.

"That's right, how are we going to live from now on?"

The round-faced woman said again, "Sigh, what a kind-hearted young wife. The Zhu family is really getting worse and worse. They treat their daughter-in-law like this, which shows they have no character. I have no respect for such a family. We should stay away from them from now on."

Another woman chimed in, “Yes, yes, that’s what I think too. It’s just that poor Qiao is pitiful. Why don’t we send a message to the Qiao family? I’ll tell you about Zhu Dayou… blah blah blah.”

Qiao Wanjun's heart skipped a beat when he heard "Qiao Shi". Could it be referring to his younger sister? He rushed forward even more hurriedly.

Qiao Jingjing, who was in the carriage, also heard the villagers' conversation. She got off the carriage and led it to a side road, asking Lin to watch the carriage. This road was winding, and the villagers wouldn't see the carriage unless they left the village.

She took out a few steamed buns, divided them into two portions, and as she passed by the two women, she politely asked, "Hello, aunties. I am Qiao's niece, who married into your village. I would like to ask you some questions."

The two women had always despised the Zhu family's behavior, but they refrained from interfering because they were outsiders. Now that their family had come, they recounted all of Zhu Dayou's outrageous deeds.

There were still some things she was too embarrassed to say in front of the unmarried girls. Judging from their reactions, Qiao Jingjing guessed what they were about—nothing more than those messy, scandalous affairs.

After finding out the details, Qiao Jingjing gave each of them a steamed bun, saying, "Auntie, good deeds are rewarded. Thank you." Then she hurried to her aunt's house.

The two women stared at the large steamed buns wrapped in oil paper in their hands, momentarily forgetting to react.

"No, we have to go and see. It's just a few words, it's not worth such a good thing. We can't just take it for free. Even if we can't help, we can still say a few fair words."

"Yes! Let's go!"

Qiao Jingjing had already entered the village. She didn't know the exact location of her aunt's house, but that didn't matter. Wherever there were people gathered to watch the excitement, that was the place.

Sure enough, in front of a courtyard filled with people, she heard Qiao Wanjun's angry voice, "Zhu Dayou, how dare you hit my little sister! Do you think the Qiao family has no one to rely on?!"

Zhu Dayou was surprised that his brother-in-law, with whom he hadn't been in contact for years, had actually come, and felt a little guilty. But he absolutely couldn't admit to something like this.

“I didn’t lay a hand on her! She fell on her own. You can ask her if you don’t believe me,” he glared at Qiao Furong, who was sitting on the ground, “Think carefully before you answer, or you’ll worry your brother-in-law and the child.”

Qiao Wanjun angrily said, "I may not be very clever, but I'm not stupid. Who are you threatening in front of me! Little sister, don't worry, I will definitely get justice for you."

He admitted that he had been somewhat slow-witted and dense in the past, failing to notice the second wife's bullying of his wife and children. However, personally, he utterly detested beating his wife. Although they had their share of arguments and cold wars, he always adhered to his principles and resolutely refused to lay a hand on his wife.

The only time he actually got physical was when Lin punched and kicked him; he merely blocked the blows and didn't actually retaliate.

Qiao Furong was conflicted. She wanted justice, but she was also afraid that once her older brother left, the Zhu family would abuse her even more and even threaten her with the children.

She hesitated, unsure how to begin.

Qiao Jingjing knew that her aunt was being manipulated by the Zhu family because of her child, and the other party was hesitant to act against her, which made things quite difficult.

Seeing Zhu Dayou's smug look, Qiao Wanjun clenched his fists in anger, pointed at his nose and cursed, "You think you're worthy of being called a man? You dare to do it but not admit it, bullying women and children to show off your power. Coward! My Qiao family will not let this go."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jingjing knew that this was a matter she had to handle. Qiao Wanjun didn't know how to be cunning; he only knew how to be straightforward and wouldn't get away with anything.

When Zhu Dayou's mother heard her son being insulted so harshly, she immediately became furious.

"Young man from the Qiao family, your words are too awful. Your Qiao family has raised such a fine daughter, who can you blame if she can't give birth to a son? Are you trying to cut off the Zhu family's lineage? You are truly vicious!" After saying this, he sat down on the ground, but then felt it was too cold, so he sat on a chair and slapped his thigh while howling.

"So just because my aunt didn't give birth to a boy, you're all going to humiliate her like this! Is that right or wrong!" Qiao Jingjing's cold and deep voice came.

When Qiao Wanjun saw his daughter appear, he suddenly felt a great sense of security for some reason.

Qiao Jingjing walked up to Qiao Furong, bent down, and reached out to help her up. Qiao Furong realized what was happening, "Da Ya, you...you seem different."

Qiao Jingjing pulled her up, gently patted the back of her hand, and said with a smile, "Auntie, I'm all better now. But this isn't the time to talk about that. I'll just ask you one question: if I had a way to help you leave this family and start a new life with your child, would you be willing? Don't think about anything else, just answer my question."

Do you want to? "