The sound of things being smashed rang out, followed by Uncle Song's curses, "You good-for-nothing! I'm your father! I gave birth to you and raised you all these years!"

"It is only natural for you to be filial to me and serve me."

“I’m injured and can’t move. You’re my daughter, so you should take care of me. But instead of letting me rest, you want me to help you start the fire.”

Where is your conscience? Did wild dogs eat it?

Song Rumeng was on the verge of tears, her voice choked with sobs, "Dad, how am I heartless? Your leg is injured, and Mom and I have been taking turns taking care of you. How am I heartless?"

"It's the double harvest season now, don't you know? The brigade leader has assigned tasks, and if we don't finish the tasks, we have to keep working even after dark."

"As soon as it got a little light, the team leader urged everyone to get up and work. I worked in the fields all morning on an empty stomach, and I was so tired that I almost had no strength left."

“You have to come back to cook, and if you just help me light the fire, you throw things and yell at me for being heartless.”

Both father and daughter harbored resentment, and each of them was more resentful than the other.

Uncle Song continued to berate, "Song Rumeng, you have no conscience to begin with. If you had any conscience, would you have asked me, an injured person, to help you start a fire?"

"Are you the only one working in the fields? Are others not working? You're tired from working, but aren't others tired?"

"Why can others work and go home to cook, but you can't? Do you think you're more precious than others, and that doing a little farm work is too tiring for you?"

Song Rumeng said, "How can you compare your daughter to others like this? I may not be more precious than others, but I do a lot of farm work too."

"It's the second day of the busy harvest season, and you know how much work is still waiting for me, Dad."

“You’re injured and recovering at home, but your work has fallen on me and Mom.”

Uncle Song snorted, "You're my daughter. I'm injured and can't work, so it's only right that you help me. The brigade leader's arrangement is fair; he didn't bully anyone."

“Your cousin came to help you with the work for half a day yesterday, and he cried out in pain all night. This morning, he slunk back to the city as soon as it was light.”

"You don't want to work in the fields? Fine!"

"If you have the same skill as Song Yueying in healing and saving lives, and can make money by selling medicinal soup, you won't have to work."

"Your mother and I can also enjoy the good things you've had, but do you have the same abilities as Song Yueying?"

Enjoying life, enjoying life, all she knows is how to enjoy life! Song Rumeng trembled with anger, unable to speak. What she hated most was comparing herself to Song Yueying, and always losing to her.

His hatred for Song Yueying intensified, and he also hated Zhao Dongxue for giving birth to Song Yueying.

Song Yueying, standing at the courtyard gate, narrowed her eyes slightly. This Uncle Song was truly a scoundrel. If he was going to argue with his daughter, he should just argue properly; why did he have to make her hate him?

Song Rumeng already hated her enough; if she were to incite even more hatred in her, Song Rumeng would want to kill her at any moment!

"Uncle Song, you've really stirred up some hatred for me!" Pushing open the courtyard gate, Song Yueying walked into the courtyard with a forced smile, followed by Wang Qianqian carrying a medical kit.

Song Rumeng stood at the entrance of the main room, while Uncle Song sat inside.

"What are you doing here?" Song Rumeng questioned, her tone filled with intense hatred.

"Didn't you come to my house first thing this morning to call me?" Song Yueying asked in surprise, stopping in her tracks. "So you didn't call me to come and have Uncle Song's leg injury checked."

"Then I'll go back. Anyway, I don't need to change the dressing for my wound today."

"You..." Song Rumeng was furious again and quickly went over to block Song Yueying's way.

Song Yueying turned around and almost bumped into Song Rumeng. She quickly took a step back to create some distance.

Wang Qianqian, who was already beside Song Yueying, quickly stepped forward to shield Song Yueying behind her. She glared angrily at Song Rumeng, "Song Rumeng, what do you want to do?"

"Wang Qianqian, who gave you the audacity to meddle in my business? Get out of my yard!" Song Rumeng was even angrier when she saw an outsider daring to question her.

“Teacher Song is my teacher. I came here with my teacher. I don’t need anyone to give me courage.” Wang Qianqian straightened her back proudly.

"Teacher, what kind of teacher is she to you?" Song Rumeng curled her lips in a mocking smile. "I heard her say with my own ears that she doesn't take on apprentices."

Knowing that Song Rumeng was trying to sow discord, Wang Qianqian wasn't angry at all.

“Teacher Song did say that she doesn’t take on apprentices.” Wang Qianqian nodded in agreement, then changed the subject, “I’m not Teacher Song’s apprentice either, but I am Teacher Song’s student.”

“Song Rumeng, the reason you’re so angry right now is simply because you’re jealous. You’re jealous that I can learn medicine from the teacher.”

Wang Qianqian's words were nothing short of a blatant provocation.

"I'm jealous? I'm jealous of you?" Song Rumeng laughed angrily. "What's the use of learning Song Yueying's half-baked medical skills? I, Song Rumeng, don't care."

Yes, she doesn't care.

Song Yueying was unwilling to teach her, and she didn't care to learn either.

Thinking this, Song Rumeng looked at Song Yueying behind Wang Qianqian and said, "Song Yueying, remember this: it's not that you don't want to teach me medicine, it's that I simply disdain learning from you."

"Your lousy medical skills might fool an ignorant fool like Wang Qianqian, but they won't fool me."

Looking at Song Rumeng's almost distorted face, Song Yueying raised an eyebrow but didn't reply.

Song Yueying remained calm, but Wang Qianqian couldn't. She said, "Song Rumeng, you're just jealous. That's why you always belittle Teacher Song's medical skills."

"Actually, you know in your heart that Teacher Song's medical skills are very good."

"Putting everything else aside, just look at how many people suffered from heatstroke yesterday, including your mother. After drinking Teacher Song's medicinal soup, they are all better today and have all gone back to work in the fields."

"The more skilled Teacher Song is in medicine, the more jealous you become of me."

"Out of so many people in the village, the teacher chose me to learn medicine from her. You are the teacher's cousin, but you lied to her and always took advantage of her."

"Why should a teacher teach you medicine when you have such low moral character?"

Wang Qianqian's words were tantamount to ruthlessly tearing off Song Rumeng's hypocritical mask. Enraged, Song Rumeng screamed loudly and lunged at Wang Qianqian, ready to fight her to the death.

Wang Qianqian was not to be outdone, and got into a fighting stance, ready to fight Song Rumeng. The medicine box in her hand had been placed on the ground when Song Rumeng directly attacked Song Yueying.

Completely unexpectedly, the two started arguing and then started fighting. Song Yueying used her toes to hook the first-aid kit on the ground and took several steps back before stopping.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a loud shout came from the main room, followed by the smashing of an enamel cup.

Wang Qianqian and Song Rumeng stopped fighting at the same time, each taking two steps back, their eyes still locked in a fierce battle.

Finally, she stopped pretending to be dead and watching the show. Song Yueying raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. Uncle Song really was a cunning old fox.

"Moon Shadow is here." Uncle Song's tone was gentle, like that of an elder who genuinely cares for his juniors. "What are you still doing outside? It's hot outside, it's cooler inside. Come in quickly."

“Your cousin brought some sponge cakes over yesterday, come in and have some.”

Before Song Yueying could speak, Song Rumeng suddenly screamed, "Song Yueying!"

Staring at Song Yueying with resentment, Song Rumeng's eyes seemed to want to devour her. "Song Yueying, you did this on purpose, you deliberately brought Wang Qianqian here to humiliate me."

“I’m your cousin. I’ve been so good to you in the past, and you’ve brought an outsider to humiliate me.”

"Where is your conscience? Song Yueying, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

Just as Song Yueying was about to retort, Wang Qianqian beat her to it. She angrily rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to fight Song Rumeng for three hundred rounds.

"Song Rumeng, you're the one who has no conscience! Your conscience has been eaten by dogs!" Wang Qianqian cursed. "These were the words your father just said to you. We heard them all at the door."

"You've been the one bullying Teacher Song and taking her things, how dare you say you're good to her now?"

“Even I, an educated youth from out of town, know about how you bullied Teacher Song. You think you can justify yourself by pretending to be pitiful and weak?”

"Everyone here isn't stupid; they can see things clearly. You're distorting the truth and making false accusations; you're shameless."

Wang Qianqian's mouth is truly amazing! Song Yueying gave her a thumbs up from behind. With Wang Qianqian as her mouth double, she had no room to showcase her skills.

Since that's the case, she can only watch the show.

To watch a play, the essentials are indispensable. Song Yueying took out a handful of melon seeds from her pocket and slowly cracked them open.

“You…you…” Song Rumeng’s face contorted with rage as she raised her trembling hand and pointed at Wang Qianqian.

She had never been insulted by name like this before. Wang Qianqian had torn away all her pretenses and disguises today. How could she not be angry?

She wanted nothing more than to rush over and tear Wang Qianqian's vicious mouth apart.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Wang Qianqian clenched her fist and waved it. "Don't point your finger at me, or I'll break it. If you want to fight, come on, I'm ready to fight to the end."

“If I ever back down even slightly, I will change my name to Wang Qianqian.”

"Wang Qianqian, you just wait." After uttering these harsh words to Wang Qianqian, Song Rumeng looked at Song Yueying, who was not saying a word, and saw her eating sunflower seeds. Her anger soared to its peak.

"Song Yueying!" Song Rumeng roared, "You're not welcome in my house. Get out of my house now, immediately!"

Uncle Song, who was eating a sponge cake in the main room, was startled by the loud shout.

The sponge cake was stuck in his throat, making it hard to breathe. He couldn't swallow it down, nor could he spit it out. He patted his chest with both hands, but it still felt extremely uncomfortable.

Most importantly, he couldn't make a sound even when he shouted.

In the courtyard, Wang Qianqian was stunned by the shout. Why was she being chased away when they were arguing so well? The change in tone was too sudden, and she couldn't quite process it.

"Fine, don't always go next door if you don't have to. We don't welcome you there either." Song Yueying finally had a chance to retort, and then patted Wang Qianqian on the shoulder.

"Sisi, take the first-aid kit, let's go back."

After saying that, Song Yueying bypassed Song Rumeng and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Wang Qianqian was still the most obedient, bending down to pick up the medicine box and following behind Song Yueying.

Unexpectedly, Song Yueying was so decisive and straightforward, and Song Rumeng stared wide-eyed in disbelief. In the past, whenever she pretended to be angry, Song Yueying would be afraid and would lower herself to coax her.

Today, she was so angry that she chased after her and Wang Qianqian. Instead of being afraid, Song Yueying took the opportunity to leave with Wang Qianqian.

Wrong, wrong, where exactly did I go wrong?

How did Song Yueying become like this?

No, I can't let Song Yueying leave like this. Song Rumeng lowered her eyes to look at her palms, which were covered with blood blisters, took a deep breath, and exhaled.

Bursting with unprecedented speed, Song Rumeng ran after her and stopped Song Yueying at the courtyard gate.

"No...don't leave." Song Rumeng blocked the courtyard door with her body, bending over and panting heavily.

"What are you up to now?" Song Yueying really couldn't understand Song Rumeng's thought process.

She used to be quite clever, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to fool the original owner so easily! Now... why does she always make stupid mistakes, and yet she doesn't even realize it?

"Give it to me." Song Rumeng held out her hand to Song Yueying.

"Give you what?" Song Yueying looked at Song Rumeng with a puzzled expression, who seemed to take it all for granted. She glanced down at the melon seeds in her hand, then calmly hid her hand behind her back.

She wasn't the original owner of this body; she was incredibly stingy, not even willing to give Song Rumeng a handful of melon seeds.

"Give me hand cream." Not noticing Song Yueying's action, Song Rumeng said, "I used to get blisters on my hands from working, and they specially prepared hand cream for me."

"I got a lot of blisters on my hands from working yesterday. Please give me some hand cream quickly."

Wang Qianqian, who was behind her, was stunned. How could Song Rumeng be so shameless?

The current situation can be considered a complete falling out. How could she have the nerve to ask Teacher Song for hand cream, acting as if it were her right?

Song Yueying calmly replied with two words, "No."

"How could there not be? I think you just don't want to give it to me, right?" Song Rumeng didn't believe it.

“You’re right, I just don’t want to give it to you.” Song Yueying looked at her with a half-smile. “You told me to get lost, why should I give you hand cream?”

"I...I was just too angry, wasn't I?" Song Rumeng was speechless, but she quickly found an excuse for herself, "Speaking of which, it was you who made me angry."

"If you don't provoke me, I won't tell you to get out."

"You really are the best at twisting the truth and making false accusations." Song Yueying was too lazy to waste any more words with her. "If you're dressed like a decent person, then don't be a dog blocking the way."

"Who are you calling a dog?" Song Rumeng would talk back even when her own father scolded her, so how could she tolerate Song Yueying scolding her? "Song Yueying, I am your cousin."

"You call me a dog, but aren't you a dog too?"

"I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone this stupid." Song Yueying sighed. Song Rumeng only had this much intelligence. How stupid must the original owner have been to be so easily fooled by Song Rumeng!

Unexpectedly, Song Yueying kicked Song Rumeng aside and walked out of the courtyard.

Wang Qianqian, who had the privilege of witnessing the entire process of Teacher Song kicking someone, swallowed hard and followed behind Song Yueying with her first-aid kit in her arms.

"Song Yueying, you kicked me again! You've gone too far! I'm your cousin! You ungrateful wretch, heartless beast..." Song Rumeng shouted as she sat on the ground.

Seeing Song Yueying leave without looking back, she could only get up and walk towards the main room.