"Now we need to urgently interrupt with an important piece of news. At around 12 noon today, a car was rear-ended by a truck while driving on Panlong Mountain Road, causing it to overturn. The car body exploded during the rolling process. The people who can be confirmed to be in the car are our national archery athlete Song Yuehua..."
Taoyuan Village, it’s dawn.
When Song Yuehua felt the pain on her forehead, she thought, Ah, I am still alive!
Suddenly a memory came to my mind.
To be precise, it is the memory of the original owner of this body, Song Daya, from birth, growth to today.
The Song family has three sons.
They are Song the eldest, Song the second, and Song the third.
Song Daya's father is Song Laosan, a simple and honest man. He saved an orphan girl named Li who was fleeing famine. The two got married and gave birth to two sisters, Song Daya and Song Erya.
Since giving birth to two girls, the originally unpopular third child's family has become even more disliked by the old couple Song, who favor boys over girls.
Half a year ago, the state government imposed corvée labor.
At that time, Li was already pregnant with twins, but despite this, the Song family still reported the third child.
Just a few days ago, someone from the provincial government came and said that Song Laosan had an accident and was killed by a stone, and the government should compensate him with twenty taels of silver.
After the people from the provincial government left, Li suffered from excessive grief and suffered a heavy hemorrhage. She gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, after a difficult labor, but she herself did not survive.
The sisters Song Daya and Song Erya lost their parents one after another.
The white funeral banners had not yet been removed, but their grandparents were going to sell them, along with their two newborn twins, to human traffickers. Song Daya was so angry that she banged her head against the wall and died. The person who woke up was Song Yuehua.
Suddenly, a sharp sound was heard.
"We agreed that all four of them will be worth six taels. Now that we are all here, we cannot lose a cent!"
"You old lady Song, do you have any shame?"
Mrs. Zhang held the handkerchief in her hand, and angrily said with her hands on her waist, "Your girl is very angry and hit her head against the wall. I didn't even touch her. Why should I give her money? Why would I buy a dead body? You are really capable of blackmailing Zhang Cuihua!"
Mrs. Song was throwing a tantrum.
"Is it because of seeing your wife Zhang that you hit the wall? You want to shirk responsibility? No way!"
The two old women were still arguing there.
Song Yuehua opened her eyes and found herself lying on the ground. Not far away, a hunchbacked old woman who spitted saliva when she spoke was arguing with a burly woman in fancy clothes.
"Sister..."
When she heard the voice, Song Yuehua discovered that there was a little girl squatting at her feet. She was her original body's younger sister, Song Erya.
"Erya, don't make any noise." Song Yuehua said subconsciously.
Song Yuehua whispered, "Don't move. Wait, I'll lead them away, and you go find the head of the village and bring them here. Got it?"
"Hmm..." Song Erya's voice trembled.
Zhang Cuihua was almost annoyed.
If I had known earlier, I would have brought my two sons with me. Not wanting to argue any further, Zhang Cuihua took a step back and said.
"I'll take the three little ones away and give you four taels. I'll give you 20 wen for the big one. You can bury them yourselves. Just think of me as Zhang Cuihua being kind."
"20 cents is too little. For a grown-up like you, give me a little more." Mrs. Song bargained.
Zhang Cuihua laughed angrily, "The person is dead, what's the point of being big?"
Mrs. Song blamed Song Daya in her heart, asking her why she didn't die earlier or later, but was killed in an accident before she got the money. It was not like she was trying to annoy her.
Song Yuehua moved her stiff limbs, took a breath, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, pointing at Mrs. Song and shouting, "Grandma, you have such a cruel heart!"
The two old women were startled.
He looked at Song Daya who had come back from the dead with horror on his face.
After shouting, Song Yuehua did not stop, but rushed straight into the third room, pulled over the bed sheet, picked up the twins on the bed, and tied them up to her body.
While the two men were still not able to react, he ran to the woodshed, grabbed the axe, and then turned back to the yard.
Mrs. Song was shocked by this sudden situation.
But she quickly realized, "What a fool! He actually dared to pretend to be dead..."
Mrs. Song spoke fiercely. Halfway through her words, she suddenly thought of something and said to Zhang Cuihua, "Mrs. Zhang, this girl is still alive. Six taels, no less..."
"Song Zhaodi!"
Song Yuehua held the axe and shouted at Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song was dazed for a moment and she almost forgot that her name was Song Zhaodi.
In the past, whenever someone in the village called her by this name, Mrs. Song would pounce on them like a mad dog and fight with them. Gradually, fewer and fewer people called her by this name, and most people forgot about it.
This is what Song Yuehua heard Old Man Song call in Song Daya's memory.
Song Daya actually dared to call her by her name. At this moment, Mrs. Song's expression turned gloomy.
Before Mrs. Song could get angry.
Song Yuehua shouted again, "My father is back! He wants to ask you, is he your biological son? He even lost his life for this family, how can you kill his own flesh and blood! Aren't you afraid that he will turn into a ghost and come to take your life when you wake up in your dreams at midnight?"
Ten minutes! It only takes 10 minutes to go back and forth to Zhou Lizheng's house.
Song Yuehua prayed in her heart, Erya, I hope everything will be successful.
Having just witnessed Song Yuehua coming back to life with her own eyes, this little bitch was like a completely different person after waking up. Mrs. Song couldn't help but feel scared and felt a chill on her back.
Mrs. Song's legs went weak and she took a few steps back, but she still kept her mouth shut and cursed, "You damned bastard, I raised you for nothing for ten years."
"Now that your father is dead, it doesn't matter if he is alive. His life was given by me. Don't say that I sold you guys for a loss. Even if I sold him as well, I still have the final say."
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