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

The old lady trembled with heartache as she watched the steamed buns she had painstakingly saved being wasted.

She bent down to pick it up, and just then, a yellow stray dog ​​darted out from some corner, its tongue lolling out, snatched the snack, and ran off eating it.

The old woman stomped her feet in anger: "Oh dear! That's me—"

Before he could finish speaking, the dog ran seven or eight steps, then suddenly its legs started to wobble and its body swayed from side to side, as if it were drunk.

Then, with a "thud," he landed face down, his four legs twitched twice, and then he stopped moving.

Yun Shuangshuang was the first to scream, "Aaaaaah—I've been poisoned! I ate that steamed bun and got poisoned!"

Yun Qiaoqiao screamed, "Ah, it's poisonous! It's poisonous!"

The old lady's half-eaten steamed bun fell to the ground with a "thud".

She was trembling like a leaf, and all the color drained from her face.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, then a group of people poured out.

The village chief, a thin, middle-aged man, strode over, squatted down, and examined the dog—its eyes were rolled back, white foam hung from the corners of its mouth, and its tongue was bluish-black; it had indeed been poisoned.

Yun Shuangshuang and Yun Qiaoqiao recounted the story in a flurry of voices. The two girls were quite frightened, and their voices trembled as they spoke.

Yun Shengsheng was pulled into Gan Yuwan's arms as she ran out, and held her tightly.

Her hands were still trembling.

Thankfully, thankfully, her fifth child is alright.

The village chief's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at the old woman and asked, "Auntie, where did you get these steamed buns?"

The old woman slumped to the ground, her mouth opening and closing several times before she could finally utter a word. It was a gift from her daughter-in-law a few days ago, said to be a good thing from her family. She hadn't been able to bear eating it until today.

Nearby, some villagers who knew the situation began to whisper among themselves. The old woman had three sons. Her husband had passed away early, and she had raised her three sons alone. Now, all three sons were married, but their wives were all incredibly shrewish, forcing the old woman to live in a dilapidated old house and refusing to give her even a hot meal.

"They think the old lady is in their way and want to get rid of her completely," someone said in a low voice.

"They almost got the Gan family's granddaughter caught in the crossfire!" another person spat.

Gan Dacai, Gan Ercai, and Gan Yuwan exchanged a glance. Gan Dacai rolled up his sleeves, Gan Ercai stood up from the door frame, and Gan Yuwan shoved the child into Hao Mei's arms.

The three men, along with seven or eight uncles and cousins, went straight to the old lady's eldest daughter-in-law's house.

Yun Shengsheng perched on Hao Mei's shoulder, watching the grand procession disappear into the distance, her little head still racing.

Thank goodness... I didn't die at the age of three like the original owner.

She looked down at her small hands; her right hand, which had just held the poisoned bun, still had some crumbs on it.

Her little face immediately scrunched up like a steamed bun.

He turned to Hao Mei and said, "Auntie... wash... your hands."

Hao Mei was stunned for a moment, then her voice rose with delight: "Oh my! Our little Shengsheng can talk now! That's wonderful! Auntie will take you to wash your hands right away!"

Yun Shengsheng nodded vigorously.

[You must wash them. Scrub them three times with soap. These are hands that have handled rat poison.]

Later, the old lady's eldest daughter-in-law and eldest son were suspected of poisoning and murder and were chained up by the government officials. Only then did Gan Yuwan finally get her revenge.

At night, Yun Shuangshuang, Yun Qiaoqiao, and Yun Shengsheng squeezed together on a small kang (heated brick bed) to sleep.

They were all very worried.

Yun Qiaoqiao: "Will Grandpa die?"

Yun Shuangshuang: "I don't know. Let's keep an eye out tonight. If it's gone, there will definitely be a lot of noise."

Yun Qiaoqiao: "Oh, what a good man he is, not even sixty yet."

Grandpa is probably alright. In the original book, I remember that it was Grandma and Grandpa who collected our bodies later...

Yun Shuangshuang: ∑(O_O；)

Yun Qiaoqiao: ∑(O_O；)

Gan Yuwan did not return. She, her mother, and her brothers stayed by the old man's bedside, and none of them dared to close their eyes.

The next morning, Yun Shengsheng was awakened by a burst of laughter.

She rubbed her eyes and got up, only to see her mother come in with a big smile, lifting the curtain. Her eyes were still red, but her mouth was stretched almost to her ears.

The old man woke up in the middle of the night, and the first thing he said was, "I'm thirsty, give me some water."

The room full of people almost blew the roof off.

Yun Huaikang arrived early in the morning.

He was really worried.

Grandpa Gan was not only his father-in-law, but also his mentor. All of his flower-growing skills were taught by his father-in-law, which is why he was able to marry Gan Yuwan.

Zhen Linqing didn't want to delay other people's business because of himself. So after discussing it, they decided to bring the whole group, including the oxcart.

Only when he saw the old man leaning against the headboard drinking porridge did Yun Huaikang finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He called Gan Dacai, Gan Ercai, and Gan Sancai to the corner of the courtyard under the jujube tree and whispered a few words to them.

Gan Dacai's expression changed immediately.

"You mean—there might be a riot by displaced people the night before the temple fair?"

Yun Huaikang nodded, lowering his voice even further: "I often go to the county town. A few days ago, I was planting flowers near the county government office, and I overheard some things people inside saying."

Upon hearing the words "county government office," the three brothers-in-law's expressions became even more serious.

"Will the county government send someone to protect us?" Gan Sancai asked.

Yun Huaikang shook his head.

He had considered that the county government only had thirty or forty constables in total, overseeing thirty or forty villages. Even if he filed a complaint, firstly, they might not believe it, and secondly, even if they did, they couldn't send anyone. If word got out and the refugees didn't come to Ganjiacun but went elsewhere, no one could bear the blame.

"He probably won't be able to come."

"There are too many refugees, and we don't know how many groups there are. I estimate that they will not only come to our Ganjiacun, but also to other places. The county government only has a few constables, and they simply cannot take care of them."

Gan Dacai and the other two frowned deeply.

Yun Huaikang explained his plans.

The best approach is for the villagers of Ganjiacun to be aware of the situation and gather in advance to prepare.

Then the village chief contacted several nearby villages, and only by sticking together could they withstand the pressure.

The three brothers-in-law discussed it for a moment, nodded, and the four of them went to the village chief's house together.

Upon hearing this, the village chief nearly tripped and fell flat on his face.

He asked Yun Huaikang repeatedly to confirm that the source of the information was reliable. He immediately put on his coat and hurried to the next village to find the village chief.

The rest was beyond Yun Huaikang's control.

On the other side, as soon as Zhen Linqing stood in the Gan family courtyard, several aunties and older women immediately surrounded her.

"Whose son is this? He's really handsome!"

Gan Yuwan didn't even lift her eyelids, and casually made up a sentence: "A nephew from the Yun family."

Zhen Linqing greeted everyone with a smile, which made her especially popular with the older women and wives.

An old woman pulled him up and down, looking him over with increasing satisfaction, and immediately offered to act as a matchmaker for him.

Zhen Linqing smiled and waved her hand, saying "No rush, no rush" and "It's still early" to completely thwart the matchmaker's enthusiasm.

Another aunt immediately set her sights on Yun Pianpian, holding her hand tightly and refusing to let go, her face beaming.

"Pianpian must be sixteen by now, right? It's time to talk about her!"

This was the first time Zhen Linqing had seen the girl looking embarrassed. Her little face was flushed, like a ripe persimmon in autumn, and she even looked quite cute.

Listening to the chatter of others about her in-laws, he suddenly felt a vague, inexplicable unease...