Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Yun Huaikang stepped aside and said gently, "Come in quickly!"

"Xiaoxiao just got back and is talking to her mother inside. I don't know when she'll come out. Cuicui, your mother-in-law is holding her, so don't worry."

Fan Sibo hesitated for a moment, but still went inside.

Yun Huaikang asked him to sit down at the table: "Eldest son-in-law, come and sit down quickly, let me introduce you to someone."

Thinking to himself that his son-in-law would be successful in the future and would need connections, he was glad that the heir of the Ming Prince's Mansion was here and might be able to help in the future.

Fan Sibo nodded, walked over and sat down, glanced at the young man beside him, and nodded slightly.

Yun Huaikang introduced them: "This is Young Master Zhen Linqing, whose family is in business."

He then said to Zhen Linqing, "This is my eldest son-in-law; he is a scholar."

Zhen Linqing and Fan Sibo nodded to each other in greeting.

The two chatted casually for a few minutes and were both secretly surprised that the other was quite talented and knowledgeable.

The more they talked, the more they clicked, and they began to have more to say.

Although Yun Huaikang could understand some of it, he couldn't get a word in edgewise, so he just sat there listening.

Yun Shengsheng sat in her father's lap, listening intently.

No wonder my brother-in-law is destined for greatness. He speaks eloquently about politics, economics, and people's livelihoods. He's not just a bookworm; he's someone who can actually get things done.

A country that wants to become strong needs more people like my brother-in-law.

Although Yun Huaikang didn't quite understand, he still nodded in agreement—this son-in-law was fine; it was his daughter who was too spoiled.

Inside the house, Yun Xiaoxiao heard her mother talk about her younger sister's prowess and learned that her husband would one day become a high-ranking official, leaving a lasting mark on history. Her eyes instantly lit up with stars.

Gan Yuwan patted her hand and said, "Are you satisfied now? Go back and take good care of your husband and your mother-in-law. Don't let them feel heartbroken. If that happens, even if you're their first wife, they won't want you anymore."

"And you should also change your temper; you can't be so impulsive."

Yun Xiaoxiao nodded: "Mom, it's not that I dislike him. It's just that I get annoyed seeing him so absent-minded every day, and I don't know how to help him."

"He wouldn't tell me anything, and I got anxious and angrier the more I thought about it, which is why I couldn't help but argue with him."

"Actually, if he had explained it to me properly, I could have understood."

Gan Yuwan nodded: "Mother knows you, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. But sometimes, using your sharp tongue on your own family can hurt them."

Yun Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened, and she nodded.

"Mother, that night..."

"Since you're already here, why don't you stay at my place?"

Yun Xiaoxiao then remembered that there seemed to be an outsider in the courtyard.

Gan Yuwan whispered the man's identity, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and said, "No, there's no room for so many people at home, and it's not convenient. I'll go back with my husband; it's not far anyway."

She blushed as she spoke, never expecting her husband to be so capable and destined for historical fame. She couldn't fall short; she too wanted to become someone worthy of her husband.

Gan Yuwan did not force her.

She looked down at her little grandson, whose eyes were wide open in her arms. His chubby, pink face was so soft and rosy; her heart melted. She said reproachfully, "And you, making such a fuss so late at night, even bringing Cui Cui along! Aren't you afraid she'll trip and fall on the way?"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Yun Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and said, "Mom, I was just angry. I won't do it again..."

Gan Yuwan's eyes darted around, and she whispered, "If you really want to know where he went, you don't have to force him to ask. You can ask him gently after you've done 'that' at night, and he'll definitely have to tell you..."

"Besides, Cui Cui is already one year old. You should consider having another child. It would be best if it were a boy, but a girl would be fine too, so she can keep Cui Cui company."

Yun Xiaoxiao blushed and nodded, "Okay, Mother, I understand!"

Thinking of something, Gan Yuwan's face darkened. "You know your mother-in-law well. She's gentle and easy to get along with. Don't be petty with her. After all, she's your son-in-law's mother. She worked hard to raise him. Even if he doesn't say it, he must have seen it."

"If you treat his mother well, wouldn't he be grateful to you!"

Yun Xiaoxiao nodded, "I understand, Mother. I will definitely treat my mother-in-law well."

"That's more like it."

Afraid that her mother would continue nagging, Yun Xiaoxiao quickly changed the subject, "Hey, speaking of which, where have I seen my second sister, third sister, and fourth sister? Where did they go...?"

At this moment, in the grove outside the village, Yun Pianpian, Yun Shuangshuang, and Yun Qiaoqiao were sneaking around, dragging a constantly wriggling sack through the woods.

"Heave-ho!"

The three of them simultaneously released their grip, and the sack fell to the ground. The contents inside let out a muffled groan and twisted even more wildly, like a fish that had been thrown ashore.

The three exchanged a glance, said nothing, picked up the branches on the ground, and started whipping them with them.

The branches swung back and forth with great force, like threshing grain in a threshing ground.

The sounds coming from inside the sack went from "violent struggle" to "dying struggle," and then to "occasional twitching."

Yun Pianpian raised her hand, and the other two immediately stopped the branches.

She kicked the sack. A weak groan came from inside, proving that the cargo was still alive.

The three of them quickly untied the rope at the top of the sack, lifted the sack, and then—

He took off running and disappeared into the night in the woods in the blink of an eye.

When Yun Linlin crawled out of the sack, she felt like her brain was filled with a hornet's nest, buzzing loudly.

With her head covered in dry leaves and mud, and her body bruised and swollen, she staggered to her feet and looked around.

There wasn't a soul in sight.

"Who?! Which bastard are you?! Show yourself if you dare!"

Her roar echoed twice through the woods before being swallowed up by the darkness.

Suddenly, a mournful bird cry came from overhead.

"Giggle-giggle ...

Yun Linlin felt a chill run down her spine, suddenly realizing she was alone in the woods in the middle of the night. The shadows of the trees around her were swaying, and the moonlight made every branch look like a monster's claw.

She shuddered, then turned and ran wildly toward the village, where she could still hear crying.

Once her scrambling figure had completely disappeared, three heads peeked out one after another from behind a thick old locust tree not far away.

Yun Qiaoqiao couldn't hold back any longer: "Hmph! I've finally gotten my revenge!"

Yun Shuangshuang patted the mud off her hands and nodded, saying, "We were too easy to bully before, which is why they kept messing with us. Next time something like this happens, we'll report it on the spot and never let it linger overnight."

Yun Pianpian crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly: "Exactly. An eight-year-old brat has bullied Xiao Wu time and time again. She's really got some nerve."

Speaking of this, Yun Shuangshuang suddenly scratched her head, looking puzzled: "But I heard from my sister that Yun Linlin seems to have some kind of system that can help her do bad things. I don't really understand what it is."

She paused, then recalled, "My sister said the system's rule was something like—as long as a boy is nice to her, she gets a reward."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Yun Qiaoqiao and Yun Pianpian's eyes lit up at the same time.

"Doesn't that mean all the boys in our village hate her—"

"She can't turn things around..."