Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 1034: Chapter 945: Official of the First Rank 6

Murong Shuangshuang felt somewhat envious; Hunter Zhang’s traps were set close to the deep mountains, allowing him to catch such large prey. She didn’t dare venture into such deep areas yet.

Murong Shuangshuang stayed by Mrs. She’s side, waiting for her to render the oil. She wanted to eat the crispy bits. Crispy bits were a delicacy Murong Shuangshuang loved even in modern times—golden, sprinkled with salt and pepper, incredibly delicious.

While Murong Shuangshuang was waiting beside Mrs. She, smelling the aroma of the oil and waiting to savor the treat, she heard the sound of a child crying from the neighboring yard, followed by the scolding of an adult. Judging from the direction of the sound, it was coming from the Fang Keixin household.

The two families were close together, separated only by a wooden fence. If people in the neighboring yard raised their voices, the other side could hear them. Whenever there was a quarrel next door, it was impossible to find peace.

During this era, people especially valued neighborly relations. Seeing the household next door in a quarrel, both Murong Ting and Mrs. She had to go over to mediate, by propriety and sentiment.

Luckily, the oil was ready, and Mrs. She efficiently scooped out the oil, sprinkled previously crushed peppercorn blends of salt and pepper over the crispy bits, presenting them as a snack for Murong Shuangshuang.

Murong Ting and Mrs. She went over to mediate at the Fang Family yard, with the other neighbors and villagers passing by also going to help mediate, making the Fang’s yard suddenly lively.

Murong Shuangshuang didn’t want to squeeze in, so she took the crispy bits, relying on her small size and light weight, climbed up the wooden fence, and sat on a long-unused chicken coop roof, munching on crispy bits while watching the commotion.

Within the Fang’s yard, Mrs. Dai sat crying on the ground with a red slap mark on her face, beside her a broken egg lay shattered on the ground; Mrs. Tian stood with arms akimbo, pointing at Mrs. Dai while scolding her.

”Such a mischievous hand, dare to steal the family egg; you must have grown bold, not considering whether you and your family of penniless wretches even deserve to eat eggs! The men in the family haven’t touched the eggs meant for selling to pay taxes, and yet you, the penniless, dare to steal the egg, let’s just chop your hand off!”

Mrs. Tian spewed foul language while Mrs. Dai sat crying on the ground. Meanwhile, those who arrived earlier explained the whole story to Murong Ting and Mrs. She; it all started with Fang Keixin.

Recently, Fang Keixin appeared somewhat dazed and inactive, as if she hadn’t fully recovered from illness. Worried about her daughter, Mrs. Dai repeatedly begged Mrs. Tian to let her daughter have a couple of eggs to nourish her body.

Mrs. Tian was hardly someone to show concern for her granddaughter; she was heartbroken enough when forced to spend money on Fang Keixin’s treatment earlier. She was unwilling to let Fang Keixin, such a money drain, have any eggs—eggs were a substantial part of the household income and couldn’t be touched.

Mrs. Tian refused each time, scolding Mrs. Dai thoroughly. Afraid to talk back, yet worried for her daughter, Mrs. Dai secretly stole an egg during the hens’ laying time, planning to serve it boiled for Fang Keixin.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Tian’s youngest daughter, Fang Bao’er, witnessed this act and immediately clamored, alerting Mrs. Tian who discovered Mrs. Dai stealing the egg. Mrs. Tian became furious, slapped Mrs. Dai and began scolding her.

Mrs. Dai felt shame and fear, not daring to retort, she continued sobbing alone. Hearing the commotion outside, Fang Keixin came out and immediately discerned what had occurred.

In modern society, Fang Keixin was an orphan from an early age. Coming to this terrible era, her sole comfort was having a pair of parents who, in such a daughter-disdaining age, understood how to love a daughter, along with two brothers who took care of their sister.

Fang Keixin was someone in dire need of love. If the world wasn’t so dreadful, the more she understood, the more hopeless she felt, she would have already been tempted to stay; she wouldn’t relentlessly want to leave this world and return to modern times.

Though her heart constantly longed to leave, seeing those who loved her bullied stirred anger within Fang Keixin. This anger combined with the fear and frustration of suddenly arriving in a strange era and world, surged up, propelling Fang Keixin into an impulsive action.

Seeing Mrs. Tian raise her hand to continue striking Mrs. Dai, she rushed out like the wind, aware of her small stature and weak strength, knowing she would suffer if she directly confronted Mrs. Tian.

Thus, Fang Keixin aimed her head at Mrs. Tian’s waist, using all her might and the momentum of a long-run dash to crash into her forcefully!

The hit wasn’t light; Mrs. Tian cried out, falling to the ground, clutching her aching lower back. Although Fang Keixin was small, her full-speed dash carried significant power, not severely hurting Mrs. Tian’s waist, but causing her considerable pain.

Previously, Mrs. Tian loved to manipulate juniors by feigning sickness or distress, lying on the ground claiming she was being hurt into illness, unable to move.

This time, Mrs. Tian truly couldn’t move due to the pain. Onlookers hardly guessed Mrs. Tian was genuinely hurt; they just assumed she was using her old tactic to manipulate her sons and grandsons.

Little did they know Mrs. Tian was genuinely in pain; being old, in an era where everyone was malnourished, Fang Keixin’s hit was indeed crippling for her, leaving her in painful cries, unable to utter a single word.

Mrs. Tian’s cries were truly miserable, as her faux-illness always appeared genuine, seeming like she might die any moment. Then her being the neighbor, Murong Ting was requested by Fang’s sons and daughters to step forward and take her pulse, resulting in a predictable non-event each time.

Gradually, when Mrs. Tian feigned sickness, although she could still manipulate sons and grandsons, no one took it seriously, like now, where even as Mrs. Tian clutches her waist crying out tragic wails, those around assume her to be fine.

Meanwhile Fang Keixin, having collided with Mrs. Tian, regained calmness before finding herself drenched in cold sweat over her earlier actions!

What era is this, where family law reigns supreme, an elder could take a young one’s life without responsibility, filial piety overwhelms, if elders aren’t kind it’s barely mentioned, but lack of filial piety invokes communal condemnation, even death resulting in good riddance.

As a granddaughter having hit her own grandmother, should this crime be confirmed, her future would be ruined; Fang Keixin’s palms were sweaty as she gazed at Mrs. Tian rolling on the ground, body involuntarily stiffening.

But who is Fang Keixin, a modern orphan struggling alone to the position of high-level white-collar worker in a large company, observing and analyzing was a fundamental survival skill; she quickly noticed the unusual attitude towards Mrs. Tian from the crowd.

Fang Keixin seized the opportunity, tears instantly welled up and stood before Mrs. Dai, biting her lower lip, suppressing her voice to a sob, ”Grandma, it was my greed, I wanted to eat eggs that’s why Mom begged you for them, please hit me instead, don’t hit my mom.

Grandma, I know you’re fine, a small person like me bumping into you wouldn’t cause anything, I know Grandma every time you do this it’s to make Dad and Mom listen to you; if you’re unhappy simply hit me, spare my parents.”