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

Gan Yuwan smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, aunties, please help us choose. Our requirements aren't high—good character and easy to get along with in the family are enough."

Yun Pianpian's face flushed red.

Zhen Linqing thought for a moment, then remembered that girls eventually get married, so he suppressed his displeasure and even helped look for potential partners.

A woman grabbed her nephew and pulled him close, then shoved him in front of Gan Yuwan.

"Sister-in-law, look at my nephew! Isn't he handsome? He's a real expert in the fields!"

Yun Pianpian was too embarrassed to look up, her face flushed as she stared at the tips of her shoes.

Zhen Linqing stood behind her, squinted and scanned the young man from head to toe, then leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"This is not good."

"Look at him, his head is big and his body is small, his proportions are all wrong, he definitely won't be able to work well."

Yun Pianpian couldn't help but look up.

It's true, his head is big and his shoulders are narrow, making him look disproportionate.

Her lips unconsciously twitched slightly.

Another auntie squeezed through the crowd, pulling her son along. "My third son is great! My third son can read!"

Yun Pianpian looked over.

The young man was tall and thin, with a fairly decent appearance, and her face turned red again.

A voice drifted from behind: "He's as skinny as a stalk of straw. If you get bullied, he'll just stand there and probably only be able to shout a couple of times for you."

Yun Pianpian: "..."

Then three or four more young people joined in.

Before Yun Pianpian could even get a good look at his face, Zhen Linqing's comments were already pouring into her ears.

"This guy is too fat, and his eyes are squinty. He looks like he's missing a screw."

"That won't do either. Have you ever seen a toad? That's what its eyes look like. Imagine having a child who looks like it—wouldn't you have nightmares every day?"

"He is tall—but look at how he walks, his left shoulder is higher than his right, he'll definitely have a crooked neck in the future."

"Oh dear, that's even worse. He just secretly picked his nose and wiped it on the sole of his shoe. I saw it."

As Yun Pianpian listened to Zhen Linqing's rambling, her face grew increasingly dark.

Finally, Gan Yuwan turned back to her and asked, "Pianpian, which one do you think is better?"

Yun Pianpian awkwardly tugged at the corners of her mouth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, before turning and running away.

Zhen Linqing followed behind her with a smile, limping slowly on one leg, looking extremely happy.

Yun Shengsheng, who was sitting to the side eating dried sweet potato, saw the whole thing from beginning to end.

Her lips twitched.

[This young master has some truly twisted tastes. He's planning to nip all of my second sister's potential marriages in the bud.]

Yun Pianpian was running too fast and didn't look where she was going, bumping into someone coming in. She looked up and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Shuanzi, what are you doing home today?"

Gan Xiaoshuan is the youngest son of the village chief of Ganjiacun. He is tall and has long legs. He is dressed in a constable's uniform and looks very smart.

He smiled when he saw it was Yun Pianpian. He helped Yun Pianpian stand up before speaking.

"Yes, I had some official business nearby today. I came back as soon as I finished, and then I heard about Fifth Grandfather's situation, so I came to check on him."

Yun Pianpian blushed slightly and stepped aside. "Oh, my grandfather is much better now. Why don't you go in and take a look?"

Gan Shuanzi patted her head and then went inside.

Zhen Linqing watched as Yun Pianpian, her face flushed, stared at the man's back and grinned foolishly.

He frowned deeply and asked, "Who is this person?"

Yun Pianpian snapped out of her daze and glared at him: "None of your business!"

Then she turned and went into the kitchen, her voice drifting out from beside the stove, sweet and gentle: "Second Aunt, I saw Brother Shuanzi came over, I wanted to get him some mung bean soup..."

Zhen Linqing's chest heaved several times. Finally, she took a deep breath, turned, and walked towards the door. Her limp leg stomped with unusual force today, each step feeling like she was stomping on someone.

Yun Huaikang and his family stayed in Ganjiacun for a whole day.

As dusk fell, the oxcart finally began its swaying journey back to Yunlin Village.

Yun Shengsheng nestled in Gan Yuwan's arms and stretched out her little hand.

The five fingers were white and clean; these were hands that had been rubbed with soapberry three times and rinsed with well water five times before they were considered safe.

She looked at it from all angles, then withdrew her hand with satisfaction, snuggled closer to her mother, and found the most comfortable position.

Starlight streamed down, and the oxcart creaked and groaned as it swayed.

Yun Shengsheng closed her eyes, and the little voice in her heart stood with its hands on its hips, laughing loudly.

[Finally, I've survived this ordeal! As the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. My good days are just around the corner!]

The whole family thinks the same way right now.

Didn't they overcome one hurdle after another?

And this is all thanks to my little daughter.

Gan Yuwan looked down at the little bundle of sleep in her arms and smiled.

The next morning, Yun Huaikang went to work in the county town alone, while Gan Yuwan continued making pastries with the rest of the family.

For some reason, Zhen Linqing was in a bad mood today and didn't get up to help.

Although he usually has difficulty walking, he never misses kneading dough or tending the fire. Today, the house is quiet and there is not a soul in sight.

Remembering his identity, everyone tacitly refrained from knocking on the door.

The family worked all day and did much more than they had the previous two days.

Some villagers already knew they were making pastries, and in the afternoon, villagers started coming to buy them with copper coins.

When it got dark, they tallied up the accounts and found they had sold over five hundred copper coins.

Yun Shuangshuang and Yun Qiaoqiao held the money box, their smiles beaming.

"Mom! Even if we don't set up a stall, people will still come to buy from us just by keeping it at home. That's great!"

"Exactly, it would be great if we had a shop, it would be so much easier to sell."

Just then, someone knocked on the courtyard gate again.

Yun Shuangshuang thought they were coming to buy pastries again, and happily ran to open the door.

She paused for a moment when she saw the person at the door.

A boy of about eight or nine years old, thin and small, wearing clothes that were obviously too short.

"Huh? Yun Ziyan? What brings you here?"

Yun Ziyan is the son of their fourth uncle, Yun Huaiying.

My fourth uncle and aunt passed away a long time ago, leaving only this ten-year-old child in the family, who now lives with his grandparents.

Grandparents aren't as easy to talk to as maternal grandparents. Those two are born selfish and never give a kind look to any of their grandchildren. This little cousin lives with his grandparents, which is to put it nicely that he "lives with them," but to put it bluntly, he's just a handyman, barely making ends meet.

Just look at the clothes he's wearing—his pants are too short, and his sleeves are too short, but his grandparents don't even think about making him a new set.

The money and gifts that my uncle's family, their family, and my aunt's family give to my grandparents every year add up to a considerable amount. The old couple lives a more comfortable life than anyone else, and they don't even have to work in the fields. The only thing they can't bear to spend a single penny on this little grandson is...

Gan Yuwan also saw Yun Ziyan.

My family's life had just started to improve, and seeing the pitiful state of this child dressed in short clothes, my heart ached, and I quickly waved to him.

"Ziyan, what brings you here? Come in quickly."

She casually grabbed two freshly baked steamed sponge cakes from the stove, still warm, and stuffed them into Yun Ziyan's hands.

"Eat up!"

Yun Shengsheng came out of the house, walked curiously to Yun Ziyan's side, and looked him up and down.

This is my youngest cousin!

[He must be ten years old, right? But he looks like he's only seven or eight. His grandparents really don't know how to treat people. They're letting such a precious child go uncared for; they'll regret it someday...]