Song Fanxing transmigrated into a novel with a spatial ability.
She becomes a 3-year-old baby fodder supporting character, doted on by parents and two brothers. The family is poor despite fil...
A group of women finished work and walked towards us from the opposite side.
They were from the same village. When Song Fanxing was pulled out of the water, she looked like she wouldn't survive.
I never expected that the child would be out jumping around so soon after just one night.
Song Yaohua glared fiercely at the woman who had just spoken.
"My sister is doing fine, but your child just died."
Upon hearing this, the woman angrily retorted, "You little brat, can't you speak properly? How dare you curse my child to die?"
"You're an adult and you can't even speak properly, yet you expect my child to be able to speak?"
Fang Jie walked up from behind.
She was a unique presence in the village, and didn't like to join in with everyone else for casual conversation.
While others chatted and wasted time while working, she diligently buried herself in her work.
People say she's all looks and no brains.
When everyone works together, who doesn't try to cheat or shirk their responsibilities? She's just stupid, she has no guile at all, she works so hard as if she'll get a few extra pounds of grain when it's time to distribute it.
When it was time to finish work, everyone would carry their hoes and head home, except for Fang Jie, who would slowly finish up before leaving.
So the main group was ahead, and she fell behind.
Hearing someone say those things about her precious daughter, even Fang Jie, with her good temper, couldn't bear it anymore.
The woman was Zhao Hong, the wife of villager Song Fugui. She was dark-skinned and plump, with narrowed eyes that revealed a sharp and mean-spirited nature.
Zhao Hong stood with her hands on her hips, looking quite fierce.
"Fang Jie, your son's bad manners are because you spoil him. I was just trying to be kind and concerned about your daughter, and your son immediately started cursing my child. Everyone, be the judge, what did I say wrong?"
Several women who were close to Zhao Hong were whispering among themselves.
"Why take a joke so seriously?"
"That's right, Yaohua is really outrageous, he has such a bad temper. Fang Jie is also really something, taking things too seriously along with the child."
Fang Jie said coldly, "My daughter just escaped death, I can't stand hearing talk about dying. If you want to joke, go joke around at home, don't drag my Xingxing into it. I'm serious, if anyone says a bad word about my Xingxing, I'll never forgive them."
No one expected that Fang Jie, who usually seemed quiet, hardworking, and easy to bully, would be so tough and fierce now.
If it's not their business, no one will meddle, so they simply keep quiet to avoid offending anyone.
Zhao Hong moved closer to Fang Jie, trying to use her physical advantage to intimidate Fang Jie.
Song Fanxing rushed in front of Fang Jie like a cannonball to block her.
Open your forearms.
"Ugly woman, you're not allowed to bully my mother!"
"Who are you calling ugly? You brat, who are you calling ugly?"
Zhao Hong screamed. She could tolerate people saying she was fat, but she couldn't stand people saying she was ugly. Before she gained weight, she was a beauty in the village.
Big Fat Hand grabbed Song Fanxing's arm, ready to teach her a lesson.
Fang Jie and Song Yaohui were on tenterhooks, about to rush forward to rescue their daughter and sister.
Zhao Hong leaned back and landed on the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Those who were nearby covered their mouths and noses and coughed a few times.
The scene was somewhat chaotic, and everyone belatedly realized that Song Fanxing could actually speak.
"Fang Jie, can your Xingxing talk now?"
Fang Jie replied, "Yes, my Xingxing fell into the water yesterday, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and she started talking."
"This child is blessed!"
Everyone was happy for the poor child.
Zhao Hong sat on the ground, crying out in pain.
Song Fanxing stared at her hand in surprise. Had she just used too much force? Was this fat and ugly woman trying to scam her?
Upon realizing this possibility, she immediately hugged her arms and burst into tears, a cry so loud it could almost bring down the cries of the wild boars on the mountain.
"Mommy, it hurts, my arm hurts so much..."
Fang Jie immediately checked her arm.
"Xingxing, my darling, did you get hurt? Let me see."
She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a patch of purplish-blue bruises on her fair, delicate arm.
Fang Jie's face immediately darkened.
"Zhao Hong, if you have any complaints, take them out on me. Why did you have to be so cruel to a 3-year-old child?"
Now, even the villagers who had just been on Zhao Hong's side felt that Zhao Hong had gone too far.
They criticized and ridiculed her.
"She hit a 3-year-old child. How could she do such a thing?"
"Yeah, that's really malicious."
Zhao Hong was dumbfounded.
"Are you kidding me? I'm more seriously injured, okay? She pushed me to the ground, and I feel like my tailbone is about to break. It hurts terribly."
Without Fang Jie saying anything, everyone believed that Zhao Hong was staging the whole thing herself.
"Pah! How dare you say that? You actually accused a 3-year-old of pushing you. Could she even have pushed you?"
"Exactly, shameless!"
Zhao Hong blushed, feeling extremely aggrieved.
She didn't know how to explain that she had really been pushed to the ground by Song Fanxing, but it was true.
No one believed her, and she had no way to express her suffering.
After a long pause, she managed to say, "I think my coccyx might really be broken. If you don't believe me, call the village doctor to come and take a look."
"Hmph, even if it's broken, it's because you're too fat. Who told you to eat yourself so fat!"
Song Fanxing suppressed a laugh and even pretended to cry a couple of times.
These villagers are so adorable. She only needs to cry a little, and they'll fill in the rest of the scenes for her.
Excellent!
Fang Jie pulled Song Fanxing along.
"Come on, Xingxing, come home with Mom. Mom will put a cool towel on your face."
"Okay, Mom."
The well-behaved and sensible Song Fanxing, who evoked pity in everyone, immediately touched their hearts, and they watched her go home with sympathy and affection.
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