Wielding a butcher's knife, a seven-year-old wicked girl supports her family and abuses her wic

"Wife, our third son was just carried up the mountain. He probably hasn't been buried yet. It doesn't seem right for us to sneak over and take advantage of him, does it?"

"What do you mean by 'eternal heir'? With your third brother dead, everything in this house belongs to the Yang family. Are you suggesting we let that outsider, Li, and that little money-loser benefit from it?!"

"Stop talking nonsense and move everything out now! If you leave even a single grain of rice behind, you'll be sorry!"

A rustling sound reached my ears.

In the pitch-black main room, Yang Xiaoman felt dizzy and suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking at the pitch-black darkness and the faint musty smell in the air.

Where...where is this?!

Didn't she just save up a million dollars and was about to resign when she was unexpectedly diagnosed with a terminal illness, so she went straight to a five-star hotel and booked a presidential suite for seven consecutive days with the intention of spending all her savings before she died?

How did I end up in this dark, dilapidated place when I woke up?!

Yang Xiaoman instinctively tried to get up, but suddenly her mind felt like it was about to explode.

She clutched her head in anguish.

The next second, as a torrent of thoughts rushed through her mind, many memories that did not belong to her flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

I... I've time-traveled?!

Yuansheng was a little girl who was only seven years old. Her parents had separated from the family early on. Although the family lived a poor life, they were still doing alright.

Until a few days ago, something unexpected happened. My father's legs were broken and he was sent home, where he died not long after.

The mother nearly went blind from crying. She searched the entire house but couldn't raise enough money for the funeral. Later, she could only watch helplessly as her five-year-old sister was sold to another village and became a child bride.

It's now the seventh day after my father's death, and his coffin has been carried up the mountain, but it probably hasn't been buried yet.

The two people in the small courtyard outside were the original owner's uncle and his wife!

"Father dead, mother weak, sister sold off—such a disastrous start, and now this damned, wicked relative is targeting her and trying to take advantage of her!"

Yang Xiaoman clenched her fists involuntarily.

The pale moonlight slanted into the room through the window, and by the dim light, her gaze inadvertently fell upon a butcher's knife leaning against the wall behind the door.

Her father in this life is a pig butcher.

"Anyway, I was destined to die. I've lived this life in vain, and I don't even know if it was all just a dream. In any case..."

"We must never stand by and watch others bully us!"

Yang Xiaoman got out of bed with a cold face, tiptoed to the door, and didn't make a sound.

Just as his left hand was about to grasp the butcher knife.

Suddenly, another exclamation came from outside the door.

"Damn it, how did the third brother's family get so poor? He's a butcher, after all, and his business is barely making ends meet, yet they don't even have anything of value in their house?"

Yang Xiaoman narrowed her eyes. She could tell that the person speaking was her original aunt, Chen Yue'e.

"Look, my wife, there's half a sack of polished rice here!"

This is the voice of Yang Chengren, the eldest uncle of the family.

"Half a bag of rice? Do you really think we're beggars?! We can't even find a trace of meat in the house. I know that all the savings your third son has accumulated over the years have probably been squandered by that bitch surnamed Li!"

"Otherwise, how could your third brother, a butcher, not even have enough money for a burial? If it weren't for Master Qi taking a liking to that little snot-nosed brat and kindly taking her in as a child bride, and throwing three taels of silver as compensation before he left."

"I'm afraid your third son... doesn't even qualify for a proper burial now; he'll just have to be buried in some random hole dug in the mountains."

At this point, the sounds outside abruptly ceased.

Yang Xiaoman's eyes blazed with fury. These two beasts are worse than animals!

Without hesitation, he gripped the butcher knife with his left hand!

"By the way, doesn't the third brother still have that money-losing brat at home? I heard she's been sickly since she was little, so we didn't bring her up the mountain this time. She's probably sleeping in the house now, right?"

"Since we can't find anything good in the third brother's family, why don't we resell this money-losing product? Even if the master doesn't take a liking to it, we can still get a referral fee of three taels of silver from an old bachelor in another village."

A money-losing proposition? Yang Xiaoman?

In the cramped and cluttered courtyard, Yang Chengren was slightly taken aback.

Under the moonlight, he looked at his wife in disbelief.

"My wife..."

"Selling one's own niece... what if word gets out? That might not be a good idea, would it?"

He didn't have any feelings for the third son's daughter; he sold her without a second thought, and even made a profit.

His only worry was ruining his reputation.

"What kind of damn niece is she? She's just a money-loser. That wretched girl has been sickly since she was a child. All the money your third son worked so hard to earn as a butcher has probably gone into filling this bottomless pit."

"Let's secretly sell her; who knows, the third son's wife might even thank us!"

Chen Yue'e scoffed twice, then flicked her husband's forehead.

"Quick, get a rope! Let's tie that bitch up!"

Yang Chengren rubbed his aching forehead, hesitated slightly, and then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Between fame and money, he chose the latter without hesitation.

Just as he was about to make his move.

boom!

The door to the wooden house was kicked open!

Under the cold, pale moonlight, a small figure stood at the doorway with a cold face, dragging a long butcher knife in his hand.

The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, with faint traces of blood visible beneath.

"You two old bastards, my father's body is barely cold, and you're already thinking of kidnapping me and selling me?"

"We'll have to ask the butcher knife he left behind before he died if it agrees!"

After saying that, Yang Xiaoman, with a cold face, gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands and raised the pig-slaughtering knife high!

"Yang Xiaoman?"

"When did you wake up?!"

When she finally saw the short figure standing in front of the door, Chen Yue'e swallowed hard in shock.

He subconsciously took a step back, quietly pulling Yang Chengren, who was beside him, to his front.

"How dare you! I am your uncle!"

"What are you doing with that knife? Are you planning to kill your own family?"

"Hurry up and put down the butcher knife. The village head only spared it from the law because of your father's good reputation. He wanted to leave it as a memento for you and your mother, not for you to use to scare people."

Sensing the cold glint of the blade, Yang Chengren was alarmed, but he pretended to be calm and threatened her with a fierce but inwardly weak tone.

"Don't forget, your family is no longer a butcher family. Do you really want your father's only possession to be confiscated by the village head?!"

Even when the third brother was alive, he had to listen to him. Even if Yang Xiaoman had a hundred times the courage, he probably wouldn't dare to go against him!

"Order confiscation?"

Yang Xiaoman's face was frosty, and a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes.

"No need for that. Before the village head even arrives, I'll kill you two dogs to cleanse my father's household!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she prepared to raise the butcher knife in her hand and chop it forcefully towards the two of them.

Ding!

Suddenly, a sharp, urgent mechanical sound rang out in my mind.

Yang Xiaoman staggered and almost lost her balance.

The sharp blade of the butcher's knife left a very clear white mark on the bluestone steps.

What, where did that sound come from?!

She held the knife in one hand to barely support herself, while instinctively covering her forehead with the other.

A cold, abrupt notification sounded in my mind:

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully activated the Perfect Life System!]

[Current life rating: Extremely poor. The host is facing the dangerous situation of family members turning against them.]

[Ding! A fulfilling life requires the participation and companionship of family. The host should manage relationships with family members well, maintain harmony, and improve their life rating to accumulate life points and further enhance system privileges.]

[New player quest issued: The host must take the initiative to apologize to his uncle and aunt, repair the relationship between the two families, and give them the only half a piece of cured meat left in the house to gain their forgiveness.]

[Upon completion of the task, the host will receive a system newbie gift pack, which can help the host get rich in the early stages.]

A system for achieving a fulfilling life?

Before Yang Xiaoman could even feel happy, her face suddenly darkened.

If you've been completely taken advantage of, do you still have to take the initiative to apologize and get forgiveness?

What kind of lousy system is this? It actually teaches her to be a pushover and compromise?!

The pale moonlight spilled into the small courtyard, and under the horrified gazes of Yang Chengren and Chen Yue'e, Yang Xiaoman slowly opened her eyes.

His deep, dark pupils remained lifeless and cold.

Looking at the two of them was no different from looking at a pair of dead people.

"If God gave me a second chance at life, would He really want me to endure humiliation and be a pushover?"

"What's wrong with severing all ties with such a disgusting, vile relative? They're like leeches!"

"Even without the system, I'm sure I can rely on my knowledge from my past life..."

"In this era, I will carve out my own niche!"

Under the cover of night, in front of the dilapidated wooden house.

That pale, thin little hand gripped the knife hilt again without hesitation!