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

Yun Linlin threw herself into her mother's arms, feeling wronged. "My second uncle's family took my little cousin away too! He's the future top scholar!"

Liang Dahua's hand froze in mid-air, stunned for a full three seconds.

"What did you say? Who's the top scorer?"

"That's Yun Ziyan from my fourth uncle's family. He's destined to be the top scholar in the imperial examination."

Liang Dahua remained silent for a moment.

In the past, she would have thought her daughter was talking nonsense.

But things are different now. What Fifth Sister says lately has been incredibly accurate. With her guidance, she has built up a huge network of connections and secured countless banquets. Even her second son has gotten a job in the government. Life is clearly on the rise.

So, Wu Yatou said that Fourth Uncle's son will be the top scholar in the imperial examination?

Liang Dahua hesitated for only a blink of an eye before believing it.

She stamped her foot, turned, and rushed into the house: "I have to tell your father!"

After listening, Yun Huai'an frowned so deeply that he could have trapped a mosquito.

"Linlin, is what you're saying true?"

Yun Linlin nodded vigorously: "When have I ever lied? I told you before that the man Second Uncle brought into the house was the heir of the Ming Prince. You didn't believe me. Just wait and see. In a day or two, someone will come to pick him up, and Second Uncle's family will get a large sum of money."

She grew angrier as she spoke: "Now look what's happened, they've taken my little cousin to their house again. He's a future top scholar!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Huai'an's anger flared up: "Since you knew all along, why didn't you say so sooner? Why did you only tell them after they took the person away?"

Yunlin choked.

What could she say?

She had already discussed it with the system. Since no one cared about Yun Ziyan, she would occasionally go and check on him, and he would be grateful to her as if she were his savior.

As it turned out, my second uncle's family was even more ruthless; they took the whole person, bedding and all, away.

It felt like every time she went to pick peaches, her second uncle would dig up the whole tree and take it away.

She was furious.

Yun Huai'an frowned, staring suspiciously at his daughter: "How do you know all this? You can't possibly have magic powers, can you?"

Yun Linlin stammered, her eyes darting around.

You can't exactly say she traveled from the future and has a system attached to her, can you?

"I...I dreamt about it," she said, making up a story with a straight face.

"At first I didn't believe it either, but then I found that everything in my dreams came true, and that's when I realized that my dreams were real."

The family was skeptical, but they didn't have time to investigate further.

Yun Linlin began to wonder. She was a transmigrator with a system. How come her second uncle always managed to snatch up the opportunities before her?

Could it be that my second uncle was also a time traveler, and has a system?

"System, can you tell if my second uncle's family also has a system?"

System: Not yet tested...

The next morning, before dawn, Yun Huaikang and his family prepared to set up their stall.

Zhen Linqing usually went with them, but he didn't get up today. Since they couldn't leave him alone at home, they had no choice but to ask Yun Pianpian to stay and take care of him.

The rest of the people got into the oxcart and left.

Yun Ziyan adapted very well.

He used to get up early every day to take care of his grandparents; this routine was perfectly normal for him.

Taking an oxcart to the town market felt novel.

Once at their stall, the family quickly set up their equipment.

Normally, Zhen Linqing is in charge of settling accounts and collecting money, but he's not here today, so Yun Huaikang is taking over, and he's handling things quite well.

Yun Ziyan helped wrap the pastries, her hands were steady.

Business is booming as always.

The stall was surrounded by layers of people, and even Yun Qiaoqiao rolled up her sleeves and rushed over to help.

Yun Shengsheng, the youngest, was still sitting on the oxcart, munching on a piece of sponge cake. Without anyone teaching her, her big eyes darted around, watching the passersby to see if anyone was stealing anything.

Just as they were about to sell out, the crowd was suddenly pushed aside roughly.

Three or five burly men barged in, pushing aside the customers buying pastries.

"Hey, who gave you permission to set up a stall here? Did you pay?"

Yun Huaitao paused, first stuffing the copper coins into his pocket, then greeted them with a smile: "Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we've only been here a few days and don't know the rules."

As he spoke, he stuffed a handful of copper coins into the hand of the leader.

The man weighed it in his hand, then sneered, "You've been here for more than just a day or two, haven't you? Is this all you have? Do you think we're beggars?"

Yun Huaikang quickly grabbed two more handfuls and stuffed them over, while Gan Yuwan swiftly wrapped up several packets of pastries and served them.

The burly men's expressions softened a bit.

The leader kicked the stall and snorted, "Good that you know the rules. If you're coming back tomorrow, bring the protection money yourself. Don't make us brothers make another trip."

Yun Huaitao bowed and smiled obsequiously, nodding vigorously, but in his heart he cursed those people's ancestors for eighteen generations.

After the people had gone far away, the family continued selling pastries, but their previous good mood was gone.

On the way back, I did the math and realized that most of the money had been given as tribute to those gentlemen.

The whole family's faces turned green...

At home at the moment.

Zhen Linqing had already gotten up and was washing up and getting ready with a stern face.

Yun Pianpian ignored him and sat at the table in the courtyard sewing clothes. She needed to make several more changes of clothes for Yun Ziyan.

Seeing that she didn't even look up, Zhen Linqing felt even worse.

He simply plopped down opposite her and watched her thread the needle.

I must say, the stitching is actually quite good.

He suddenly remembered that the clothes, shoes, and socks he had been wearing these past two days were also sewn by her, and his mood instantly improved.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat. "Is there any food? I'm hungry."

Yun Pianpian didn't even look up: "It's in the pot, help yourself."

Zhen Linqing: "..."

He resignedly got up, served himself rice, and sat back down to eat in front of her. After finishing, he cleared away the bowl and chopsticks himself and sat back down.

Seeing him still sewing, I couldn't help but ask, "Your sewing is really nice. Could you sew me a purse to hold my money?"

"No time!" Yun Pianpian said, thinking to herself, "This person is almost fully recovered, why hasn't he paid and left yet?"

She didn't want to serve her for even a day longer!

Zhen Linqing was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that Yun Pianpian was ignoring him, he felt a tightness in his chest and, as if possessed, moved his face closer.

Yun Pianpian just happened to look up.

The two faced each other, with only a fist's distance between them.

Zhen Linqing's face flushed red.

In that instant, he suddenly understood why he was unhappy.

He seems to have... fallen for this little girl.

Yun Pianpian was stunned, not expecting him to suddenly get so close.

Zhen Linqing looked at her stunned expression. She had big, almond-shaped eyes, pink lips, a delicate nose, and a complexion that, while not fair, was full of vitality and exuded a stubbornness.

As if possessed, he leaned forward again and kissed her.

The air froze for a second.

Then--

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap across the face.

"You bastard!" Yun Pianpian looked at him in disbelief, then threw down her needle and thread, blushing as she rushed back into the house.

Zhen Linqing was also stunned, and felt as if she were on fire.

Just then, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Yun Huai'an's voice rang out from outside the door: "Second brother, are you home? Open the door..."