Chapter 2: Outburst

Zhou Qing had all the memories of the original owner. Following those memories, she started cooking.

From picking vegetables to serving the dish, she finished cooking just as Zhou Huaihai returned.

Zhou Huaihai's return meant it was time to eat.

Since Zhou Huaishan was injured and couldn’t come to eat, she filled a big bowl for him.

"Why did you give him so much? He’s been lying on kang all day. Can he even eat that much? Take out half of it!" Sun said angrily.

Zhou Qing ignored her and walked out with the bowl.

"Didn’t you hear me? You ungrateful girl, stop right there!" Sun exploded, slamming her chopsticks on the table.

"Calm down, Mother, calm down." Wang, the eldest daughter-in-law, quickly patted Sun’s back, glaring at Zhou Qing with displeasure. "Your grandma is talking to you!"

Zhou Qing didn’t stop and continued walking with the food.

The third son, Zhou Huailin, and his wife Zhao exchanged a glance and then pretended to know nothing, keeping their heads down and staying silent.

Zhou Huailin's daughter, Zhou Yao, was about the same age as Zhou Qing, and the two of them shared a room and had a good relationship.

She was about to speak up for Zhou Qing but was pulled back by Zhao under the table.

"Mother, why did you pull my sister?" Zhou Huailin’s five-year-old son, Zhou Ping asked Zhao with wide, innocent eyes.

Zhao..

You little troublemaker!

Wang shot a disdainful look at Zhao. Look at the idiot you gave birth to!

"She's going to drive me to my grave!" Sun’s face turned pale with anger, her eyes glaring like hooks at the door. "How did the Zhou family produce such a scoundrel?"

Sun continued to curse, while the third son’s family kept their heads down, silently eating their food.

As long as Old Zhou kept eating, they could continue to eat.

After delivering the food to Zhou Huaishan, Zhou Qing returned with a blank expression and sat down as if nothing had happened.

The original owner had always been a bold, shameless troublemaker, so she dared to act this way. Otherwise, the drastic change in behavior would be too noticeable.

"If he can eat a big bowl of rice, his leg must be fine. He’ll start working tomorrow!" Sun glared at Zhou Qing, grabbing her chopsticks and starting to eat.

"My father won’t work tomorrow," Zhou Qing said emotionlessly, "nor in the future."

At this, everyone looked at Zhou Qing.

"You ungrateful girl, what did you say?"

Zhou Qing seemed to explode, slamming her chopsticks on the table and standing up abruptly.

"First uncle just had a cold, but you forced my father to go to town in the middle of a freezing night to fetch a doctor. The doctor treated first uncle, but my father got a high fever from the cold, and you wouldn’t let the doctor treat him, saying there was no money."

"Is First Uncle your only son?"

"First uncle had a cold and there was money for a doctor, but my father got a high fever fetching a doctor for him, and then there’s no money?"

"When older cousin scraped his knee, you made Yao go to town to buy medicine late at night. You care about older cousin because he’s your grandson, but don’t you fear for Yao’s safety, a young girl out alone at night?"

"My father was gored by a cow and has been bedridden all day. Have you checked on him even once?"

"Now, because my father didn’t work in the fields, you won’t even let him have a bowl of rice?"

"Are you raising sons or livestock!"

"Anyway, whoever wants to work in the fields can. My father won’t anymore. When his leg heals, he’s going to study!"

This time, before Sun could react, Old Zhou spoke in anger.

"What nonsense are you talking!"

Zhou Qing faced the family head’s anger without fear.

"I’m speaking the truth. Does it upset you, Grandpa? I feel upset watching my father lie there uncared for. Let me ask you, if first uncle hurt his leg, would you call a doctor? If you say no, I’ll admit I’m wrong right now!"

Zhou Qing stood her ground, glaring at the old man.

Old Zhou...

Sun’s face turned pale with anger, and she spat at Zhou Qing. "Is your father comparable to your uncle?"

The Old Zhou turned and glared at her.

Sun...

Why are you glaring at me?

Zhou Qing sneered. "Of course, my father is different from First Uncle. My father and Third Uncle work tirelessly for this family, giving all their earnings to Grandpa and Grandma without keeping a penny for themselves. First Uncle is different. He eats at home, drinks at home, and spends all the money he earns from teaching."

"Your uncle is a scholar and has social engagements. Your father is not the same. Does he need social engagements?" Wang snapped, defending her husband with disdain in her eyes.

"Then, Aunt, do you have social engagements too? Why does Third Aunt work tirelessly all day while you do nothing? Look at what you’re wearing and what Third Aunt is wearing!"

"I’ll say this now, if First Uncle breaks his leg and you don't get him a doctor, I'll let it go. But if you can't give me that assurance, then my father won't work himself to death earning money for others!"

After finishing, Zhou Qing turned and walked out.

Leaving the whole family stunned.

Sun opened her mouth and wailed, "Look at what this little brat is saying! How dare she compare herself to the eldest? How dare she!"

Old Zhou shouted at Sun with a dark expression, "Shut up!"

He turned to Zhou Huailin, "Go to town and get a doctor for your second brother."

Zhou Huailin had wanted to go for a long time. If his second brother’s leg really broke, it would be disaster for both of them. But he had no money and couldn’t afford a doctor.

Hearing this, he immediately stood up.

Sun grabbed him, "Don’t go! Why call a doctor? Calling a doctor for every little thing—we’re not wealthy landlords. Where would we get the money for that?"

Zhou Huailin felt a chill in his heart, "Mother, we can’t just watch second brother’s leg break."

"Yes, Mother, let’s call one. Yuan's tuition isn't due until next month," Wang added. "We can scrape it together somehow."

Sun was reluctant, and with Wang mentioning Yuan's tuition, she was even more determined not to give the money.

She let go of Zhou Huailin and said to Old Zhou, "Yuan’s tuition is due next month, and we need to prepare a gift for his teacher for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Where would we get the extra money? If you have it, then take it out."

Zhou Huailin looked at his father.

Old Zhou squatted under the eaves, puffing on his pipe, his brow furrowed deeply, not saying a word.

Zhou Huailin felt a chill in his heart, turning to look at Zhou Huaihai. "Big Brother~"

Zhou Huaihai coughed and sighed heavily. "Once Yuan passes the exam, our family’s situation will improve."

The dinner ended in a sour mood.

Sun, still furious, wanted to storm into the second family's room, but Zhou Qing had locked the door from the inside. Unable to get in, Sun cursed under the eaves for over half an hour.

Not to mention the disheartened discussions in the third family's house, Zhou Qing waited until everyone in the Zhou family was asleep, then opened her door and grabbed a hoe.

With disheveled hair and a pale yellow top.

At the family ancestral grave, under the moonlight, she examined the tombstones one by one, finally choosing one like picking a watermelon.

"You’ll do!"

She patted the tombstone, rubbed her hands together, and started digging.

Huff, huff.

"Others who transmigrate either adored or cherished, if not skilled in martial arts or medicine. At the very least, they have a script when they transmigrate into a novel. But look at me! Am I not also a precious flower of my homeland!"

While digging, she muttered through gritted teeth.

No legendary system, no ultimate boss or incredibly handsome male lead.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she even had such a useless father!

"Mis... Miss."