Best friends transmigrate into a book! They marry a high-ranking official! If you run, I run too!

Zhong Meixian nodded.

Around 3 p.m., Wen Tang called Wang Xiaohui out, briefly explained the situation to her, and then told her to go home early so she could pack her things.

Upon hearing that she was leaving tomorrow, Wang Xiaohui was slightly taken aback. "So soon?"

Wen Tang asked her, "What's wrong? Are you still reluctant to part with the Lin family?"

Wang Xiaohui immediately shook her head, "It's just... it just doesn't feel quite real."

So much has happened in the past year or so, more turbulent than in her previous twenty years of life...

Wang Xiaohui raised her hand and pinched her thigh hard, wincing in pain. Then she smiled and said, "It's true, it's all true..." She murmured, and tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Tears fell, and Wang Xiaohui hurriedly wiped them away, muttering happily, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm going to cry away all my good fortune."

"Then I'll go back and pack up now."

Wang Xiaohui took the child and ran back to the Lin family's house.

Her sudden return was unexpected by the Lin family.

So Huang Hongmei let the child squat in the corner of her room to defecate, and she caught him red-handed.

Seeing Wang Xiaohui return, Huang Hongmei still had some face left, and knew she was embarrassed. "The child suddenly needed to poop and couldn't hold it in. I'll scoop it up in a bit."

"Didn't you poop in your pants?" Wang Xiaohui asked sarcastically.

Huang Hongmei was displeased, "How can you talk like that?"

"They said they'd shovel it away later."

"Can I throw my poop in your house and then shovel it away later?"

"Did I...did I throw you in your room?" Huang Hongmei asked, her voice sharp but her eyes darting around.

It is clear that they knew they were in the wrong.

Wang Xiaohui put Qiuqiu down, opened the door and said, "It's okay, I'll leave this in your room later."

Huang Hongmei "..."

She thought she had misheard.

But after Wang Xiaohui put Qiuqiu inside, she came out with a shovel.

The little tiger was so frightened that it immediately stopped defecating.

"Mom, Auntie is going to hit me!" He ran away without even wiping his poop.

Huang Hongmei immediately went after him.

Wang Xiaohui didn't argue with Huang Hongmei. Instead, she shoveled up Xiao Hu's excrement, picked it up with a shovel, and threw it directly onto the door of Huang Hongmei's room.

Huang Hongmei stomped her feet in anger and cursed, "Someone in your family died, and you did such a despicable thing?"

Wang Xiaohui found it amusing, "Exactly, someone in the family died, why would they do such a despicable thing?"

Huang Hongmei scolded Wang Xiaohui, but Wang Xiaohui didn't get angry.

Wang Xiaohui scolded Huang Hongmei, and Huang Hongmei got angry.

"Who are you scolding?"

Who are you cursing?

Wang Xiaohui slammed the shovel down with a loud "bang!" and asked, "Who did I insult?"

Whom did I curse?

The gleaming shovel in Wang Xiaohui's hand made Huang Hongmei afraid to go any further, so she could only grumble and clean up the excrement on the door.

Wang Xiaohui didn't argue with her too much.

She started packing quickly.

There aren't many clothes; even if you packed them all for spring, summer, autumn, and winter, there still wouldn't be many.

All that's left is food.

The grain wouldn't be coming back, so Wang Xiaohui found a bag and carried it back to the Gu family one bag at a time.

Zhong Meixian looked at the grain she was carrying and exclaimed in surprise, "This grain..."

Wang Xiaohui wiped her sweat and said to her, "Grandma, Aunt Xiaotang is taking me to the city. Qiuqiu and I won't be able to eat this grain. I don't want it to go to those heartless bastards, so I brought it to you."

Zhong Meixian looked at the grain and said, "This won't do, there's so much grain... Let's leave it here for now. If you come back for holidays or festivals, you'll still need to eat, so we can take it back with us."

Before Wang Xiaohui could say anything, Zhong Meixian spoke first, "You and Qiuqiu have had a tough time, we can't eat this food."

Wang Xiaohui thought about it, and it was true; she and Qiuqiu would always come back for the New Year.

But when Wang Xiaohui actually arrived in Haishi, she found that the city was much more tolerant of people than the countryside.

Nobody cares who she lives with or how many children she has.

Everyone is busy going out to work every day, and few people care about what happens in other people's homes. She is very comfortable in the city and has no need to go back to the Lin family, a place that makes her feel stifled, to spend the New Year.

Zhong Meixian offered to keep it for her, and Wang Xiaohui didn't object.

When she went back to carry the second load of grain, the men from the Lin family who had gone to the fields to earn work points returned.

As soon as Lin Jingyao entered the door, Huang Hongmei began to complain to him. In front of the whole family, she sat down on the ground with a "thump," slapped her thigh, and started crying, "God, open your eyes and look! How are we supposed to live like this?"

"Is this some kind of bullying?"

"You threw shit on my door!"

"This is outrageous!"

Lin Jingyao frowned and asked her, "What are you howling about now?"

Six-year-old Xiaohu immediately complained to his father, "My fourth aunt threw poop on our door."

Xiao Hu even dragged his dad along to see it.

Wang Xiaohui brought her daughter back, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, they were met with the Lin family's accusatory gazes.

Wang Xiaohui was not afraid of them; she pulled her daughter into the house.

Lin Jingyao questioned, "Who told you to throw shit on my door?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and charged straight at Wang Xiaohui.

Wang Xiaohui instinctively hid Qiuqiu behind her back, looking around for something handy. She didn't intend to overestimate Lin Jingyao's character.

After all, he is Qiu Yuefang's son; how could his character be so noble?

Fortunately, Lin Jinghui still had some humanity left. He took two quick steps and stood in front of Wang Xiaohui and Qiuqiu, spreading his arms to shield the mother and daughter behind him. "Perhaps this is just a misunderstanding."

Lin Jingyao was furious when he saw Lin Jinghui standing in front of Wang Xiaohui and her daughter. "What misunderstanding?"

"I think she just thinks she's something special now and wants to bully people, right?"

"Damn it, who does she think she is?"

Wang Xiaohui hugged Qiuqiu tightly, trembling with anger, "Don't let your mouth smell like you've eaten shit!"

"I'm nothing special, and I wouldn't let my child poop in front of someone's door!"

Lin Jingyao looked at Huang Hongmei, whose eyes darted away. "...At that time, at that time, Hu Zi couldn't hold it in anymore."

The child hid behind Huang Hongmei, avoiding his father's gaze.

Even after learning the truth, Lin Jingyao continued to curse, "The kid couldn't hold it in and pooped, are you blind?"

Wang Xiaohui took a deep breath, "I don't know if I'm blind or not, but none of you in this family are any good."

"Heaven is watching what people do, and there are gods three feet above your head. As long as I, Wang Xiaohui, live, I'll wait and see what kind of retribution your family will receive."

“That’s right, I’m the one who threw the shit. Are you going to kill me or chop me up?” Wang Xiaohui straightened her neck and stared coldly at Lin Jingyao. She was never afraid of Lin Jingyao, and she was even less afraid at this moment.

When she stared coldly at him and questioned whether he was going to kill her, Lin Jingyao suddenly seemed less menacing.

He pointed at Wang Xiaohui through Lin Jinghui for a while, then turned around cursing and kicked down everything he could in the yard.

Qiuqiu hugged her mother tightly around the waist and whispered, "Mommy, I'm scared. Can we go to Grandma's house instead?"

Wang Xiaohui wiped away her tears before bending down to stroke Qiuqiu's head. "Don't be afraid, Qiuqiu. Tomorrow, Mom will take you away from here. Don't be afraid," Wang Xiaohui said, kissing her daughter's forehead. "You'll never have to see them again."