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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Chapter 271: Painting a Portrait in Memory