"I was born a money-loser, and I really think of it as a pampered official lady, isn't it just a minor illness? You can't die, and you're still offering it as a treasure all day long......"

"It's noon and I haven't even cooked yet, so I know that looking at that dead girl, what's the matter, I still want to wait for my old wife to cook for you aunts and grandmothers......

Song Caiwei lay on the bed weakly, looking at the leaky roof with empty eyes, deaf to the insults outside the door, slowly fusing the memories of her predecessor, and only one day Song Caiwei accepted the fact that she had crossed over.

However, Song Caiwei never accepted that she was traversing such a poor peasant family.

The father of the predecessor, Song Qingxiang, had just given birth to his mother Su two years ago and entered the mountains to hunt and has not returned, and his mother Su has lived for more than ten years under the pressure of his grandmother Zhou, and he has long lost his temperament, obviously only less than thirty years old, and he is old like a woman in her forties.

This is nothing, the most terrifying thing is that Song Qingxiang and Su have six children, the eldest brother Song Chengwen is fourteen years old, the second sister Song Cailian is eleven years old, the third sister Song Caiqing is eight years old, followed by herself is seven years old, and there are two younger brothers below, Song Chengwu is four years old, and Song Chengjun is two years old.

Without a father, my mother is a weak bun, so in the past two years, the life of the family has become more and more difficult under the squeeze of the family.

Alas, think about his previous life, he was a senior manager of the largest group in the country, and he was not famous in the entire business world, but he was also famous, after all, he was only 30 years old, and naturally he could not compare with those business leaders who had been in the business world for decades.

Not only that, but he is also the heirloom of Master Su Embroidery, but Song Caiwei still regrets it very much in her heart, she planned to quit her job when she left the school and buy a small courtyard in Jiangnan Town to spend the rest of her life, but she didn't expect a car accident to make her plan "stillborn".

Drinking and making mistakes, Song Caiwei sighed in her heart, but fortunately, she was an orphan in her previous life, and she had no worries after she died, and God gave her a chance to live again, thinking of this, Song Caiwei's heart was a little calmer.

Since you have come here, you will be safe, now that you have come here, you will live well, and you will not be able to live a good life if you don't believe it.

"Vier, you're awake."

Song Caiwei was thinking about it when she was interrupted by a voice of surprise and pity.

The person who came was Song Caiwei's second sister Song Cailian, wearing a cyan dress with patches, her face was a little thin and yellow, and her figure was a little thin, but she still couldn't hide her delicate face.

"Second sister," Song Caiwei shouted softly, but her voice was still a little hoarse.

Hearing Song Caiwei's second sister, Song Cailian really realized that the fourth sister was really awake, and while happily getting on the kang and holding Song Caiwei's hand tightly, tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"It's good to be awake, it's good to be awake."

In just one sentence, how much care is contained, Song Caiwei heard it and her heart was sour. In his previous life, he had no relatives and couldn't experience the so-called family affection, but now seeing the care of his family, Song Caiwei's heart thumped, and in an instant, Song Caiwei sank.

"Second sister, what are you crying about, aren't you all awake? Shouldn't you be happy? Song Caiwei clenched Song Cailian's hand, felt the warmth in her hand, and unconsciously smiled on her face, comforting Song Cailian.

"Happy, how can the second sister not be happy."

Seeing that the little sister comforted herself, Song Cailian also knew that this should not be the case at this time, so she hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and wiped her tears, and did not forget to laugh dryly.

"You rest, I'll go and tell Sù Niang," he said, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for Song Caiwei, got off the kang neatly, and hurriedly walked out.

After a while, Su Shi ran into the house, completely losing his previous composure.

"Wei'er, you really woke up, but it really made my mother worry to death." Su Shi got on the kang and hugged Song Caiwei tightly, and in the blink of an eye, two lines of clear tears fell on Song Caiwei's face.

Feeling Su's excitement, she couldn't help but touch Song Caiwei's heart, Song Caiwei moved, buried her head in Su's arms and cried. Crying is not because of anything else, firstly, because of the selfless care of the Su family and the family, and secondly, the floating heart that I crossed over finally has a place to stay.

For a while, the mother and daughter cried heartbreakingly, and the family who heard the sound hurriedly ran to the house, standing one by one, and wiped their tears one by one.

But when the family cultivates family affection, there are always people who can't see it well, so they scold outside the house.

"Oh, my wife is not dead, you are crying here, I have been busy for half my life, how did I raise you unfilial sons, lose money, no one in the family can earn, eat white rice all day long, my wife has a hard life......"

"Second family, did you die in the house? The meal is not ready, and it ran away, and there is no Lao Tzu Niang in his eyes, the whole eyeless thing, the old lady's rice really makes you eat for nothing, raising a pig can have a good year, you are good, you can give birth to a pig, there is no pig practical ......"

A string of ugly words came out of the main room, and it could stain your ears when you listened to it, but the person who said it was still chattering and scolding, and he was not tired.

Song Caiwei stopped crying, sat up from Su's arms, and looked at Su's face as usual, thinking that it was already normal in the face of such swear words.

"Wei'er, you have a good rest, my mother will cook, and when I finish the meal later, my mother will bring it to you, Lian'er, you help my mother watch my sister."

Su Shi looked at the children standing under the kang, sighed helplessly, comforted Song Caiwei while commanding, and hurried to the kitchen.

After waiting for a while, it was probably because Grandma Zhou was tired of scolding, and the courtyard quieted down.

Song Caiwei couldn't lift her strength because she had been lying down for many days, so she slowly leaned on the kang with the support of Song Cailian, and drank the water handed by Song Cailian to moisten her throat, and Song Caiwei felt that she had some strength.

I looked at the furnishings in the room, and it was exactly the same as in my memory, a dilapidated kang that could no longer be worn, two worn-out quilts with black cotton exposed, a few worn-out chairs with missing arms and legs, and only two bamboo baskets looked a little stronger.

There are no other objects in the house, and what is even more sad is that this house turned out to be an earthen wall with a thatched roof, Song Caiwei searched for her memory and knew that after her cheap father died, her grandmother Zhou drove a family of seven to the earthen house next to the pigsty.

Wait, sooner or later, one day, my sister will soar, and when the time comes, let you kneel and beg sister, Song Caiwei secretly swore in her heart.