After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

After Song Chunsheng and Huang Quangang took the old man there, they quickly returned because Miao Suzhen, that big troublemaker, was still waiting for them at home!

At this moment, Miao Suzhen was sitting on the stool that the old man had just sat on next to the loom, while Liu Yan'e and Song Mantun stood beside her, constantly whispering words of comfort.

"Sister-in-law, you mustn't cry and make a scene with Dad anymore. Look how angry you made him just now. He's over seventy years old. What if he gets seriously injured from that?"

After Liu Yan'e finished speaking, she looked at Miao Suzhen quietly and did not say anything more.

Miao Suzhen wiped away her tears and said with a wronged expression, "I didn't mean to upset him, it just so happened that the conversation went that way!"

Liu Yan'e sighed and continued, "There's one more thing. I think Dad is absolutely right. You're a village cadre, how can you believe in those feudal superstitions!"

"You keep talking about wanting to be a modern woman, but in my opinion, modern women shouldn't be superstitious!"

Upon hearing Liu Yan'e mention the key point, Miao Suzhen immediately stood up from her stool. "Second Sister-in-law, that's definitely not superstition!"

Liu Yan'e looked surprised. "If it's not superstition, what is it? Tell me?"

Miao Suzhen curled the corners of her mouth and smiled gently, then whispered something in Liu Yan'e's ear.

A moment later, Liu Yan'e was also amused by her, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Fine, fine, if you really want to believe that, there's nothing I can do about it!"

Then, pointing to two straw sandals lying beside the loom, she said, "Chunsheng came back last night wearing those straw sandals. If you really believe they're useful, take them!"

Miao Suzhen stared at the straw sandals, paused slightly, and immediately asked, "Those straw sandals... why do they look like the ones our father used to wear?"

"Those are Dad's! Chunsheng couldn't find his shoes in the animal shed last night, so he had no choice but to take down the straw sandals Dad hung on the roof beam and wear them all the way home!"

"If that's the case, there shouldn't be any problem!"

Miao Suzhen walked up to the straw sandals with a smile, then suddenly turned back to Liu Yan'e and said, "Then these two shoes... I'll take them both!"

Liu Yan'e smiled and nodded. "Take them all!"

Miao Suzhen, carrying a straw sandal in each hand, was about to turn and leave when she suddenly seemed to remember something and reminded Liu Yan'e and Song Mantun, "By the way, these two straw sandals, and what happened when you upset Dad earlier, please don't mention them to my husband!"

Liu Yan'e and Song Mantun exchanged a smile, and both firmly affirmed, "Don't worry, no one in my family, including ours, will tell anyone about this!"

After confirming that her backyard would not catch fire, Miao Suzhen immediately walked out the door with light steps, humming a little tune.

As soon as Miao Suzhen left, the two sisters, Chunmiao and Chunzao, who were cooking in the kitchen, rushed out and asked curiously, "Mom, what did Third Aunt whisper in your ear that made you change your mind so quickly and even give her Grandpa's straw sandals!"

Liu Yan'e glanced at the two of them and laughed, "What are you two meddling in about adults' affairs? Hurry up and cook, everyone will just finish eating soon and has to travel ten miles home!"

"Oh my god!" Chunzao exclaimed, turning around and quickly entering the kitchen.

After making a face at Huang Quangang, Chunmiao immediately followed him inside.

Just as the family was having dinner, Zhang Junwu arrived, saying he was there to deliver exercise equipment to Chunsheng.

Chunsheng and Huang Quangang quickly ran out, and as soon as they stepped outside, they saw a wooden cart with a bunch of training equipment such as stone weights, brick dumbbells, and sandbags scattered on it.

As the three of them carried the equipment home, trip after trip, Chunmiao whispered in Chunzao's ear, "Sister, what's going on?"

Chunzao looked at her blankly, shook her head, and said, "I'm just like you, I don't know anything!"

After all the equipment was moved and Zhang Junwu was about to leave, Song Chunsheng quickly called out, "Brother Junwu, why don't you have dinner at my place before you go?"

Zhang Junwu waved his hand, "I'm not eating. My mom and sister have already cooked dinner."

"Oh, by the way, if I get back from the fields early tomorrow, I'll come to your house, and we'll go to the threshing floor together!"

"No problem, Junwu!"

As soon as Zhang Junwu stepped out, Chunsheng immediately remembered something and rushed after him.

"Junwu, when you went to the animal enclosure to deal with the fight, was anyone injured?"

"There were a few, but nothing too serious, just scratches on their faces!"

"So...why were they fighting?"

Zhang Junwu hesitated for a moment, then said, "This fight actually has something to do with you..."

Song Chunsheng was immediately startled. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Yes, it does have something to do with you..."

Soon, Zhang Junwu told Song Chunsheng the whole story of the fight in the animal shed without holding anything back.

After Chunsheng heard the whole story, he shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh!

Just this afternoon, after the news of Song Chun's miraculous resurrection spread rapidly throughout the village, someone spread a rumor that shocked everyone.

It is said that Chunsheng was able to be resurrected because he was the reincarnation of Nezha, the Third Prince.

His soul had originally been taken away by the Dragon King, but when he discovered that his true form was Nezha, he was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed. While everyone was asleep at night, he secretly sent Chunsheng's soul back.

Then the rumor continued that the clothes and items that Chun Sheng wore after his death yesterday had become magical artifacts that could subdue the little ghosts in the underworld. It was said that if you could keep one of these items at home, it could ward off evil spirits and cure all diseases!

Upon receiving this news, everyone secretly ran back from the fields and rushed to the animal shed where Chunsheng's body had been kept the day before. They frantically looted everything that Chunsheng might have come into contact with, even the back window of the shed and the straw that the livestock used to sleep on were all taken away, leaving only a few stinking piles of excrement.

The injury on Grandpa Chunsheng's hand was caused by a glass cut when he tried to stop the villagers from looting.

The reason why the old man was so angry with his daughter-in-law Miao Suzhen just now was inextricably linked to the villagers' scramble for the animal shed.

After finishing their meal and seeing Huang Quangang off, the family helped Chunsheng move all the training equipment they had just used to the backyard.

Seventh Sister Chunmiao asked Chunsheng with a curious look, "Why did Zhang Junwu suddenly bring you these things that his militia uses for training?"

Chunsheng smiled. "Not surprising at all!"

"What do you mean?"

"Actually," Chunsheng said, turning his gaze to his sixth sister, Chunzao, who was standing beside him.

"Originally, Quan Gang was going to bring these things to me from his house, but Jun Wu thought it would be too much trouble to bring them from so far away, and said that he happened to have some unused items at home, so he just delivered them!"

Upon hearing this, Chunzao nodded and said earnestly, "Judging from this, Zhang Junwu seems like a pretty good guy!"

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to tell you!"

Chunsheng immediately told his parents and two older sisters that he would be learning martial arts from Zhang Junwu starting tomorrow.

Song Mantun was overjoyed to hear this. "That's great! If my child can have half of Junwu's skills in the future, your mother and I won't have to worry about you being bullied, no matter where you go!"

Li Yan'e smiled silently, looking at her son with a gratified expression.

She thought to herself, "Don't all the villagers say that my child is the reincarnation of Nezha, the Third Prince? Let's see who dares to bully him!"

Although she knew that the people spreading the rumors were talking nonsense and their minds were full of feudal superstition.

But what parent wouldn't want their son to become a great hero like Nezha, possessing extraordinary skills and known to everyone?