Blue Bull

Pei Qin, upon transmigration, was instantaneously drenched in a basin of misery.
The Scholar father was murdered on his way to the exams, and eldest uncle Jian Shen had two households.
There was a son from the second wife, but neither grandparents nor villagers liked him, and he was also a thorn in the side of eldest aunt.
Valuing sons over daughters, they wanted to sell her to buy land.
Malnourished and poorly clad, her mother and siblings toiled like beasts of burden.
Before she could strive for a better life, that already deceased Scholar father came back to life.
He'd married a rich man's daughter? Sired two sons?
Life was so hard, yet it drove his wife to her death.
Pei Qin looked at her emaciated younger siblings, her hands trembling: To the mountains!!
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Lived in caves, built a hut, ate wild vegetables, gathered wild fruits.
In poverty-stricken days, Pei Qin led her siblings to quietly amass wealth and silently prosper.
Just as they were about to thrive, another wave of misfortune was thrown their way!
Pei Qin with hands on hips: If you want to play the scoundrel, I'll make sure you're reduced to nothing!
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The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family

Watching the woman's excited cries for help, Pei Qian and the others all harbored strong doubts, staring at her while also observing Mo Heng's reaction.


"Six years... I... it's been six years, Jiu Heng..." Wei Shu looked at Mo Heng tearfully, one step after another, she descended the stairs. 


Jiujiu leaned into her father's embrace, playing with her little hands, curiously sizing up the woman.


Pei Qian, however, was observing Mo Heng. This woman knew her brother-in-law; judging by her demeanor, she must have feelings for him. Even if her sister wasn't as beautiful as him, and their family background wasn't great, it was he who had plotted to force her sister into marrying him. In every other respect—her sister could even make bombs—there was not a single aspect in which she wasn't his equal!


Mo Heng, looking at Wei Shu, once familiar and now strangely distant, also seemed momentarily lost in thought, and before he realized it, he had called out, "Wei Shu!"


Chapter 673: Imitating a Night Flight (1)_1