Chapter 2 Got Off in Peace

"We can't return or exchange this. Song Daya has a younger sister, a full sister from the same mother. She should be quite good-looking too. We can just exchange her and raise her for a few more years."

Old Wang's eyes lit up and he began to calculate.

Song Li laughed. Old Wang was indeed no good. Since that was the case, she didn't need to be polite.

She sneered, "Want to change? No way!"

Old Wang sneered and said, "You're nothing but a thing I bought with my money. Whether you replace me or not is not up to you."

He clapped his hands twice and shouted to a group of burly thugs, "Go to the Song family and bring Er Yatou here."

"yes."

The thugs picked up thick sticks, each as thick as a wall, and were about to go out.

Knowing something was wrong, Song Li quickly grabbed Wang Laocai, twisted her wrist, and pinned him to the ground with his hands behind his back.

"Anyone who dares to step out this door, I'll kill them!"

She pressed one knee firmly against Wang Laocai's lower back and shouted.

He learned self-defense techniques in his past life and was good at fighting.

Although this body is now thin and small, it is more than enough to deal with a sixty-year-old lecher.

Wang Laocai was forced to kneel on the ground, his mouth full of mud. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get up. His back felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it ached terribly.

He cried out in pain, "Ouch, it hurts so much! How dare you lay a hand on me, you wretched girl?"

Everyone was stunned, not expecting Song Li to make a move.

Song Li: "I've already made my move, so what are you going to do about it?"

Old Wang said fiercely, "You've gone too far!"

He turned to the thugs and yelled, "Have I been paying you guys for nothing? Get them!"

He refused to believe that so many thugs couldn't handle a skinny girl.

But before the thought was even finished, a sharp pain shot through his wrist again, as if the bone had broken. "Ouch! Ouch! Spare me, grandma—"

Song Li sneered: "I can spare you, but hand over the indenture. I still want twenty taels, not a penny less."

Old Wang: "!!!"

Everyone: ...This girl is really daring!

I've never seen a woman who was sold into slavery act so brazenly. Not only did she beat up her employer, but she also dared to demand a contract of indenture and compensation.

Wait, is this still the same crazy girl, Song Daya, who used to chase after men since she was little?

Old Wang gritted his teeth in anger: "You still dare to ask me for this and that?"

He was so angry he almost fainted.

As one of the wealthiest men in the surrounding area, he was rich and powerful. For many years, he had been the one scheming against others, and this was the first time he had been schemed against!

Seeing him so angry at his age, the onlookers sometimes secretly cheered and felt sorry for him.

Song Li coldly replied, "Hmm?"

At the same time, increase the pressure on your hands.

Wang Laocai immediately broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Here, here, I'll give it to you."

Old Wang had no choice but to take out his indenture and twenty taels of silver, considering himself unlucky!

Song Li was very satisfied. "Don't let me see you again. I'll beat you every time I see you!"

He released Wang Laocai, turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back. “Oh right, my father sent me a letter yesterday. He said he made a first-class merit on the battlefield and will be back in the county to take up an official post soon. He has been wanting to write to us, but we lost contact because the waterway has been blocked for years.”

Everyone was stunned. Boss Song wasn't dead?

Moreover, he achieved military merit and became a high-ranking official?

Is Zun Du fake Du?

...

Song Li is definitely lying.

She didn't know the whereabouts of the original owner's father. Moreover, because they had been separated for so long, the original owner's impression of her father had become blurred. She only remembered that her father would carry her up the mountain to pick wild fruits, and he would bring her snacks every time he came back from work in the prefectural city.

But Wang Laocai was very wealthy and powerful in the village, and offending him would have dire consequences. She needed someone with even more power than Wang Laocai to keep things under control.

In her past life, the business world was like a battlefield, and she had long since learned to say the right thing to the right person.

Song Li walked back.

She walked down the village road in a bright red wedding dress, and with her face covered in blood-red rouge, she frightened many villagers along the way.

When people saw her, they were stunned at first, and then they turned and ran away after they realized what was happening.

He ran while shouting, "Old Wang can't control that crazy girl anymore! She's out chasing after men again!"

Song Li shrugged helplessly.

The original owner had no parents and was raised by others from the age of five. His uncle and aunt treated him like livestock from a young age, not only having to do his laundry and cook, but also having to work in the fields from the age of seven. He only had one cornbread to eat every day and no cotton clothes to wear in winter.

Her younger sister, who is five years younger than her, also worked from dawn till dusk, constantly doing chores for her uncle and aunt, while enduring hunger and cold.

The original owner was in a hurry to find a man because she wanted to escape from her uncle and aunt's house with her younger sister.

The villagers, however, did not understand and instead laughed at the original owner for being "shameless," avoiding him at all costs.

Holding twenty taels of silver and a contract of indenture in her hand, Song Li did not feel any relief whatsoever.

Her uncle and aunt were determined to sell her. Even if she escaped Wang Laocai this time, there would be another Zhang Laocai or Li Laocai.

Having spent so many years navigating the complexities of society in her past life, she wasn't afraid. But her younger sister... was a burden. Should she run away? At least she had money now.

But as soon as the image of that thin face, so thin that only the eyes remained, appeared in her mind, Song Li felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if the original owner of the body was unwilling to accept it.

Fine, since I've taken over the original body, I'll take good care of her family on her behalf.

Thinking this, Song Li felt a sense of relief in her chest. It seemed that the original owner had fulfilled her wish and passed away peacefully.

Song Li found a stream to wash her face.

After washing away the heavy, cheap rouge, her appearance was revealed to be exactly the same as in her previous life.

She had a pretty, delicate round face, large, dark eyes like clear black glass, and two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

In her past life, Song Li was very proud of her sweet appearance, but now—

Ancient times were a cannibalistic world. She had no parents, but she had an uncle and aunt who sold herself for money. Even though she knew kung fu, how many could she defeat with her bare hands?

Although she loved beauty, preserving her life was more important.

Song Li wanted to dig up some mud to smear on her face, but seeing that it was already late, she decided to forget it and do it tomorrow morning.

...

When Song Li returned to the Song family home, the courtyard was filled with a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

It was dinnertime when Aunt He came out of the kitchen carrying a clay pot.

"Chicken soup is here!"

She smiled and carried the casserole to the low table in the courtyard.

Her son, Song Yu, rubbed his hands excitedly and kept swallowing, saying, "It smells so good! We can finally drink chicken soup again!"

He eagerly served himself soup, completely blocking his father, Song Lao Er, from the way he spoke.

"Be careful, it's hot!" Mrs. He said with a doting expression, swatting her son's hand away and serving him the broth.

Song Yu slurped up the chicken soup, enjoying it immensely. "It's so delicious. I should have sold that shameless money-losing thing sooner."

Beside her, the emaciated Song Xiaoxiao held a moldy steamed bun, huddled in a corner, tears streaming down her face.

Meanwhile, Mrs. He's eyes darted around Song Xiaoxiao. "No rush, there's another one. This one is refined, much better than that crazy girl Song Daya. If we raise her for a few years, she'll definitely fetch a better price."

At this point, the family of three smiled happily.

"Bang!"

Just then, the wooden gate was kicked open from the outside.