At the crossroads leading down the mountain, there stood several boys, all wearing patched clothes and extremely thin and dark-skinned, clearly children from poor families.

"Big brother, are you really sure? Erdan is not someone to mess with. He hits really hard. Why don't we leave first?" The boy said, wiping his runny nose with his sleeve.

The boy who was called "Big Brother" snorted coldly, his expression on his thin face becoming even more sarcastic: "I'm afraid of some worthless little girl! If you're scared, get lost and don't come looking for me again."

The young man looked a little nervous. If he couldn't go to his older brother anymore, would he still get a share of the delicious food they had stolen? Food was precious to everyone these days.

If it weren't for his stutter and the boss's ruthlessness, he really wouldn't have bothered to curry favor with him...

The kid who was called "Big Brother" glanced disdainfully at the kid who spoke: "You good-for-nothing."

Young boys are very concerned about their image. Being embarrassed in front of others makes them extremely unhappy, but they still have to force a dry smile. Only the person experiencing it knows how frustrated they feel.

The kid called "Big Brother" is a notorious troublemaker in the village this generation. Why "this generation"? Because his father was a troublemaker from the previous generation. This is what they call "like father, like son."

This boy's full name is Wang Xuewen. It is said that because his father was useless, his grandfather thought that he should give him a name that sounded like "learned," so that his grandson would definitely become a learned person in the future and bring glory to the Wang family.

The truth is that a person's name has absolutely no connection to their fate. If someone is a petty thief or a snob, do you really think they can become a village chief if you name them "Village Chief"?

The boy who was speaking was his little follower Zhou Gousheng. He was an orphan who had fled famine with his grandparents a few years ago. His family didn't have many able-bodied men, so he could get some good food by following Wang Xuewen.

The remaining four boys were about the same age as Zhou Gousheng, half-grown boys who didn't think about going out to find food themselves, but always thought about bullying the weak and stealing things from others.

It truly proves the saying, "Birds of a feather flock together."

In the distance, a small figure carrying an enormous basket gradually came into view. Two small horns hung messily on either side of its head, and its clothes were patched upon patched, with many tiny scratches on its exposed arms.

The little girl carried a large basket that was almost as tall as her on her back, as if it were weightless. She walked with ease, and her little face, covered in smudged dirt, was beaming with a bright smile. It was clear that she had had a good day.

She did see the few boys at the crossroads, but she didn't pay them any attention. These guys were the most disliked people in the village, and she had never looked up to them.

By the time she was seven, she had the utmost contempt for those who always thought of getting something for nothing. They lived in the mountains but still had to resort to robbery and petty theft to fill their stomachs. What else could they be but a loser?

Wang Xuewen saw the person who came out clench his fist before stepping into the middle of the road to block the girl's way.

He deliberately swung his dark legs, revealing his ankles and knees: "You good-for-nothing, put down what you're carrying, and I'll go easy on you today. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The little girl rolled her eyes at him: "Brother? Bah, you don't deserve it. You're not being polite. I'd like to see how you're going to be impolite. I think you're just asking for trouble."

As she spoke, the little girl raised her muddy fist and waved it, the threat quite obvious. Qian Xiao had never been afraid of anyone since she was a child, and every boy in the village who dared to provoke her had been taught a lesson by her.

When Wang Xuewen heard one of his underlings almost burst out laughing, he felt as if his boss had been slapped in the face by a brat, and immediately became furious, his face turning red and his neck bulging.

"You dare to curse me? I'll show you how many eyes Lord Ma has today."

As he spoke, he swung his fist and charged at Qian Xiao. Despite carrying an enormous basket on his back, Qian Xiao was surprisingly agile. He dodged Wang Xuewen's attack with a sidestep and tripped Wang Xuewen, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.

She quickly put down the basket on her back, raised her little fists, and straddled Wang Xuewen, punching him in the face repeatedly while cursing.

"You dare to talk to me like that? Damn it, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll take my surname today!"

"Pah, you've got a loose tongue. Our Qian family can't produce a bastard like you. You're a disgrace to our ancestors."

"You didn't even bother to find out who I, Qian Xiao, am, yet you dare to try and rob me? I'll make sure you get a piece of my skin today, or I'll be your ancestor's generation."

Qian Xiao's mouth was as quick as popping beans, and her movements were incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuewen was beaten until he was crying for his parents.

Wang Xuewen's henchmen were stunned. They all knew that the old Qian family's daughter was ruthless and vicious, but no one said she would act so quickly. With so many of them, how could she dare to go against them?

Wang Xuewen's nose bled from Qian Xiao's punches. As he dodged Qian Xiao's blows, he caught a glimpse of his brothers standing there dumbfounded out of the corner of his eye, and his anger surged.

"You son of a bitch, Qian Erdan, try hitting me again!"

Qian Xiao's eyes blazed with anger: "You coward, you have such a request? Don't worry, your grandma will satisfy you properly today." She used her little fist to punch Wang Xuewen in the face with increased force.

What do you mean by "don't hit someone in the face"? She always hits people in the face, because this bastard dared to call her by her nickname.

Wang Xuewen tried to get rid of the person on top of him, but this half-grown young man couldn't do anything to a seven-year-old girl. No matter how hard he tried, Qian Erdan was stuck to him like a lump of iron, and he couldn't even turn over.

"Damn it, are you guys blind? Come and help me!" He quickly begged his brothers who were watching the commotion for help. Once he got through this, he'd teach them a lesson.

The five stunned men exchanged glances, as if they had made up their minds. They spread out and walked towards Qian Xiao, who was still hitting people, thinking that there were so many of them, and they were all much older than Qian Xiao. How could they possibly do anything to a little girl?

Qian Xiao was glaring at people with his eyes blazing, but he kept an eye on the remaining five people. When he saw that the distance was about right, he braced himself against Wang Xuewen and delivered a spinning kick.

The five people who finally managed to get close to Qian Xiao were kicked away with a scream. Regardless of how hard they were kicked, the five of them rolled on the ground and refused to get up, as if they had really been seriously injured.