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

The paper was set, and Huang Qiu brought the colors, preparing the brushes.


The brushes of Shen Mansion had been improved by Shen Songming, and she still found them very handy to use; with a flourish of her brush, a draft sketch of a turtle sprang onto the paper.


The group of women waiting to see the commotion couldn't help but stifle their laughter.


Wei Shu was also somewhat astonished, "Madam Yuanyang, you... there's no need..." If she couldn't do it, there was no need for this embarrassment, she could just admit it.


Lady Mo watched on, also not believing that Mo Heng would truly be fond of Pei Qin, spending his life dedicated to her—it was merely using her as a stepping stone. Glancing again at the turtle's original form with four legs on the paper, mockery flashed in her eyes. She really knew how to provide their amusement!


Pei Qin sneered, "What's the rush!" She began to focus intently on her sketch.


Chapter 244: I Like to Slap Faces