Back home, Song Fanxing conjured up two quilts.
Fang Jie worked overtime to finish the quilt cover, and it fit perfectly when she put it on.
Fang Jie put the old quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed) and covered herself with the new quilt; it was very warm.
First, a room was prepared, and then the brothers Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua were ushered into the new room.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua liked the new kang (heated brick bed) and new quilts, but they were a little reluctant to part with their soft and cozy younger sister.
But Mom said that boys can't sleep with Mom and his sister when they grow up, because boys and girls are different.
They obediently went to sleep in the new house.
Fang Jie and Song Fanxing slept in the old house, but they had new quilts, so it was comfortable.
When the other four quilts arrived, Fang Jie put them in a box for later use.
She had already made the duvet cover and sheets and put them together.
Old Mrs. Song recovered after lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) for half a month.
But she harbored resentment towards Song Fanxing.
She always felt that Song Fanxing was to blame for her current situation. This girl was very strange; she not only knew that Song Darong was not her biological son, but also knew the specific details.
Moreover, this girl has ruined my plans time and time again.
Her eyes didn't look like those of a four-year-old child at all; it was creepy.
Old Mrs. Song secretly vowed to get rid of her.
Spring planting began soon, and the village was bustling with activity.
Fang Jie went to work, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua went to school, and Song Fanxing would lie on the kang (a heated brick bed) to sleep when she had nothing to do, but in reality, she was farming in her space.
She grew to love this idyllic rural life more and more; it was so wonderful.
When she gets tired of farming, she feeds the pigs and chickens, or wanders around the village alone.
At the village primary school, Zhao Feiyan asked, "Why isn't Song Haitao here for class? Does anyone know what happened?"
The children shook their heads.
Zhao Feiyan thought for a moment and continued attending class, planning to visit Song Haitao's house after school.
At that moment, Song Haitao and Old Lady Song followed Song Fanxing furtively.
"Grandma, I can handle that brat by myself. You just stand there and watch."
Grandma Song: "Grandson, don't underestimate Song Fanxing, that girl is quite formidable."
She almost died from exhaustion chasing her last time, but that girl didn't even catch her breath.
Song Haitao didn't take it seriously.
"How powerful can a little kid be?"
"In short, my grandson, you must deliver a fatal blow in a moment. Song Fanxing cannot be allowed to live."
Song Fanxing sneered, having already noticed them following her.
Song Fanxing deliberately headed towards the riverbank.
Several children drown in this river every year; the original owner of this body was pushed into this river by Song Haitao and drowned.
So young, yet so malicious.
When Song Haitao saw Song Fanxing walking towards the river, he excitedly grabbed the old lady's hand.
"Grandma, we'll push Song Fanxing into the river in a bit. She can't swim, so we'll drown her."
Old Mrs. Song nodded.
"Yes, this is a good idea. If Song Fanxing drowns, no one will suspect us. Everyone will just think that she accidentally fell into the river and drowned."
"Yes, Grandma, even God is on our side."
"yes."
Old Mrs. Song thought to herself smugly.
Song Fanxing observed their every move.
They want her dead? Let's see if they have the ability.
Song Fanxing stood by the river, pretending to look at the river with curiosity, and even found a stick to paddle around in the water.
Song Haitao quietly walked up behind her, a sinister smile on his face, and reached out his hand towards Song Fanxing.
Just as he was about to touch Song Fanxing, Song Fanxing suddenly turned around, and the wooden stick came flying at him.
Song Haitao was startled, lost his footing, and fell into the river with a splash.
When Grandma Song saw that her most beloved grandson had fallen into the river, she hurriedly jumped into the river after him.
She saved her beloved grandson, the only boy in the Song family.
Song Fanxing was stunned, not expecting that Old Lady Song cared so much about her eldest grandson.
Old Mrs. Song couldn't swim, so she kept splashing around in the river.
Song Haitao did know a little bit, but after Old Lady Song jumped into the river, she grabbed Song Haitao's arm tightly, and he couldn't break free.
"Grandma, let me go..."
"My dear grandson, Grandma will save you... save you..."
Song Fanxing glanced at the two of them coldly and left.
She didn't kill them, but she wasn't so saintly as to save the two people who wanted to kill her either.
Let them fend for themselves.
If they survive, it's their good fortune; if they don't, it's none of her business.
She didn't push them into the river.
They brought this on themselves.
That evening, the sound of Li Zhen and Song Dalong crying could be heard from the Song family's house.
Song Fanxing insisted on going with Fang Jie to take a look.
The bodies of Old Lady Song and Song Haitao were retrieved and laid out in the Song family's courtyard, with straw mats underneath them.
Even as she died, Old Lady Song clung tightly to Song Haitao's arm.
Song Fanxing thought to herself, if it weren't for Old Lady Song, Song Haitao might have survived.
She kept saying she loved her eldest grandson the most, but in the end, it was she who caused his death.
Song Dalong and Li Zhen held Song Haitao's body and wept bitterly. Li Zhen eventually fainted from crying.
The onlookers sighed in dismay.
Old Mrs. Song has been so cruel to Song Darong for decades, and now she's getting her comeuppance.
She died, taking the only grandson of the Song family with her.
After Li Zhen fell ill, Song Guoqiang called several people from the brigade to help Song Dalong dig a pit and bury Song's old lady and Song Haitao.
After Old Lady Song died, life returned to normal for Fang Jie's family.
Under Fang Jie's leadership, every household in Songjiatun has improved their lives, making it a model village for the surrounding area.
Song Guoqiang is very respected when he goes out; he's even fawned over when he goes to meetings in town.
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