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In the evening, at dusk. The Bookworm's Pavilion ()

In the Dachu Dynasty, in Daxing Town, Xize County, the village of Shaoyao, smoke curls from every household's roof.

This Xize County is located in the western wilderness of the Chu Dynasty, bordering the countries of Rong and Di. Every year there is constant warfare, and the people live a life of misery.

The village of Shao Yao, which is under the jurisdiction of Daxing Town, is even more desolate. There are over 50 households living in this village. Besides the wealthiest family, Yan Family, every household has to tighten their belts to make ends meet.

At this time, the grand house of the Yan family, built with blue bricks and covered in red tiles, was filled with the aroma of cooking. Smoke rose from its kitchen chimneys as two maidservants and a matron bustled about preparing meals for their masters.

A large iron pot bubbled with stewing pig trotters, while another large iron pot stood on a three-tiered steamer rack, filled with plump white steamed buns.

Since villagers passing by the front gate of Yan's mansion smelled the fragrance of the food, they couldn't help but stop and swallow a few times.

"These days, with the war raging on, our village is probably only able to enjoy food and drink thanks to the Yan family."

"The Yan family is so wealthy, why don't they give the widow and orphans of the third branch a good life They live in that dilapidated straw hut at the end of the village. In summer, they don't avoid the sun, and in winter, they don't avoid the snow. It's really pitiful to look at."

This is a matter of the Yan family's household, we have no business interfering. Let's go, let's go home for dinner.

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.

In the same large iron pot, green vegetables were being cooked. The vegetable soup had no oil at all.

"Mother, we're back."

The children having returned, a smile lit up the woman's face. She took out a rough earthenware bowl from the cupboard and ladled the cooked vegetables from the pot into it.

It's perfect timing, you're back just in time to wash up and have dinner.

The woman leaned over to her son, whispered a word toward the door, and then brought to the table the freshly cooked vegetables and four steamed buns.

After dinner was ready, three skinny boys walked into the kitchen.

The woman only saw three of her sons, and she did not see the youngest son come back. She asked, "Qin'er, where is Xiao Si Didn't Xiao Si go up the mountain to chop wood with you three sisters Why hasn't he come back"

The oldest child is seventeen years old and her name is Yan Shuchin.

Er Ya, who is sixteen years old, is called Yan Shu Xue.

San Yaotou is fifteen years old and her name is Yan Shuyi.

The three sisters had all reached marriageable age, but no one came to propose marriage. The reason was simple: the Yan family was too poor and couldn't afford dowries.

As for the woman, she was Zhong Suixin, the wife of the head of the Yan family's third house.

This Zhong woman married the third uncle of the Yan family, Yan Bo Wen. Her first three births were all daughters, which angered the patriarch Yan Bo Xian and his wife, Jiang Ying Yue, who favored sons over daughters. Finally, their fourth child was a boy. The child was handsome, but unfortunately, there was a drop of crimson tear mole at the corner of his right eye. The elders considered him an ill-omened person. Before the fourth son was even a year old, his uncle Yan Bo Wen died. The grandfather and grandmother were even more convinced that Zhong's widowhood and orphanhood were misfortunes, driving the widowed mother and her child out of the Yan family mansion.

Zhong Shi inquired, the three Yan sisters looked left and right, only then did they discover that their younger brother Yan Xiaosi was missing.

"Younger Sister Yan Shuxue said urgently, 'Didn't my younger brother come down the mountain and go home long ago'

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Zhong shi urgently patted his chest: "This child, he is probably playing truant again."

"Mother, don't worry, I'll go find my younger brother right away."

Yanshuqin immediately ran outside.

Thinking about it, Yan Xiaosi had no choice but to often go to the pond a mile away from the village to catch fish and roast them for eating. So he ran out of the village.

The sky grew darker and darker, the line a hazy gray.

Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.

He was slender, with a mole on the corner of his right eye that looked like a drop of red. With that mole as an adornment, he was very handsome.

"I'll kill you, you slimy toad!"

The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.

"Yan Xiaosi, do you still dare to seduce Liu Qianqian"

"With your pathetic appearance, you dare to peek at Liu Qianqian You're just a toad trying to eat swan meat."

"Bah, this jinx isn't even as good as a toad."

This Liu Qianqian is the daughter of Liu Qian, the village head of Shaoyao Village. She is known as the most beautiful woman in Shaoyao Village.

Yan Xiaosi hugged his head, curled up on the ground, and didn't dare to resist. "Big River Brother, I didn't seduce Liu Qianqian, it was Liu Qianqian who wanted to play with me."

"You little punk, you dare to slander Qianqian's reputation Erhe, Sanhe, give him a good beating! Beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the floor."

The leader was Chen Dahui, the other two were his brothers, Chen Erhui and Chen Sanhui. Their father worked for Yan Boshu, the second uncle of the Yan family. Relying on Yan Boshu's support and the fact that the Yan family disliked Yan Xiaosi, they often bullied Yan Xiaosi.

Another round of punches and kicks landed on Yan Xiaosi. After a moment, Yan Xiaosi lay on the ground, unable to move.

The dam was pockmarked.

"Brother, this unlucky person won't do."

"Will this unlucky star be killed by us"

Chen Dahui let out a cold snort and kicked the sodden Nian on the ground. "This bad omen is probably pretending to be dead, Erhe, Sanhe, keep beating him."

It hurts, it hurts!

Yan Xiaoshi felt a sharp, agonizing pain throughout his body. It was like being run over by a car.

Wasn't he dead On the way to the army, the Mercedes-Benz he was driving collided head-on with a heavy truck. The truck directly crushed the Mercedes-Benz underneath it. In that situation, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

Could a ghost still feel pain

Yàn Xiǎoshì cursed under her breath.

Grass mud horse, these days, even being a ghost is not easy.

"Big brother, this unlucky person, this unlucky person is truly pretending to be dead."

Chen Erhe shouted boisterously, while Chen Dahe gritted his teeth in anger.

Just now, when this broom star didn't lie on the ground, it scared him out of his wits.

"This damn troublemaker, daring to pretend to be dead and scare me I'll beat him until his mother wouldn't recognize him."

Yan Xiaoshi closed his eyes, sighing that even being a ghost was hard work. Suddenly, with no warning, a flurry of punches and kicks landed on him. This time, the pain was very clear.

It's the feeling of a fist and the soles of shoes landing on something.

Who the hell dared to hit Yan Xiaoshi They must be tired of living!

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, two cold beams shooting from his pupils. He saw the three little ghosts charging toward him and swung his fist. He furrowed his brow, rolled to the ground, and quickly dodged their attack. Then, he swiftly picked up three pebbles, aimed for their knees, and flung them with all his might.

A pebble, imbued with a bit of power, struck Chen family brothers' knees without deviation. The three brothers instantly felt numbness in their knees and knelt on the ground, unable to stand up.

A sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaoshi's head, his vision blurring. Fragments of memories, alien and unwelcome, flooded his mind like a raging torrent, overwhelming him.

After being forced to accept those memories, he finally understood. He wasn't being bullied by little demons in hell, but was reborn through a soul-returning ritual. He was now Yan Sanfang, the youngest son of the Yan family from Yaoyao Village, Daxing Town, Xize County, Dachu Dynasty.

Little son!

Yan Xiao Shi was startled, could it be that after returning to the human world, she had ended up with a man

Oh, crap. I don't want to be a man.

When facing the Chen brothers, he bit down on his face, untied his belt with a sorrowful expression.

This move left the three Chen brothers stunned.

Fortunately, he's still human.is wife, Jiang Ying Yue, who favored sons over daughters. Finally, their fourth child was a boy. The child was handsome, but unfortunately, there was a drop of crimson tear mole at the corner of his r...