After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

In the morning, Song Chunsheng woke up to the sound of two familiar voices talking.

Is his second aunt home?

"Yes, Fengxia, come in quickly!"

Sun Fengxia hesitated for a moment before finally uttering the words she had been hesitant to say.

"I wanted to come as soon as I heard about the baby yesterday, but I was worried you'd be busy, so I'm only coming now! Sigh, Chunsheng is such a sensible child, how could he suddenly... It's heartbreaking to think about!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan'e immediately interrupted with a smile, "Aunt Fengxia, Chunsheng is fine! He just choked on the water and passed out. He came back last night; the kid even ran back from the feeder's room by himself in the middle of the night!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Fengxia was immediately shocked. "What? Is that true!"

Liu Yan'e smiled and said, "Yes, yes, the child is sleeping in my east room right now!"

Sun Fengxia paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Oh! That's wonderful! My second daughter told me that Hongqin cried all night in bed last night, and her eyes were swollen like peaches when she went to school this morning. She'll be so happy to know that Chunsheng is alright!"

Liu Yan'e: "Yes, the two children grew up together since they were little. Hongqin is no different from my own daughter!"

Sun Fengxia immediately laughed and joked, "Oh, then your glorious title will probably have to be changed from now on. You can't be called 'the mother of the Seventh Fairy' anymore, you have to be called 'the mother of the Eighth Fairy'!"

Song Chunsheng, who was eavesdropping under the covers, was instantly amused by the conversation between the two and burst out laughing.

Liu Yan'e, the mother, gave birth to eight children in her lifetime, the first seven of whom were girls. As a result, she was known as the "Mother of the Seven Fairies" in the surrounding villages.

Since she got that title, almost no one has mentioned her name anymore. Every time she is mentioned, people will say things like "the mother of the Seven Fairies"!

Sun Fengxia lived at the west end of the village. Her husband was Song Facai, the village accountant. Their daughter, Song Hongqin, had been his classmate from elementary school to high school. In addition, Sun Fengxia and her mother, Liu Yan'e, were both members of the commune's sewing group, so the two of them got along quite well.

Song Chunsheng's laughter was immediately heard by his mother and Sun Fengxia, who were talking.

Mother Liu Yan'e raised an eyebrow instantly and smiled, "Oh dear! Chunsheng must have woken up. Please sit down, I'll go check on him!"

Before Liu Yan'e could reach the door, Song Chunsheng came out from inside, rubbing his eyes.

Upon hearing the noise, Sun Fengxia immediately lifted her buttocks and leaned out to look towards the door of the east room of the main hall.

Upon seeing that Song Chunsheng was indeed standing there unharmed, she immediately stood up from the stool beside the loom, filled with surprise and excitement.

Although Liu Yan'e said that Chunsheng was alright and had even gone home.

But when she saw him in person, she was still somewhat shocked.

Sun Fengxia thought to herself, Chunsheng was pulled out of the dam yesterday but couldn't be saved. He was then placed in the feeding room for at least seven or eight hours. All in all, it must have taken at least ten hours.

A person has been dead for so long, yet they can still come back to life and walk home on their own. It seems that this child was destined to survive and will surely have great fortune in the future!

She had always liked Song Chunsheng very much, and felt that, in terms of both appearance and manners, he was at least second to none among all the young men she knew.

Moreover, besides his seven older sisters, he was the only male in the family.

With fewer brothers, there are fewer troubles, and there's no need to worry about the headaches of dividing the family property later.

Therefore, in Sun Fengxia's dictionary, Song Chunsheng had long been included in her shortlist of potential sons-in-law.

Now that this strange thing has happened, she feels even more certain that her plan was correct.

"Auntie, you're here!"

Upon seeing Sun Fengxia, Song Chunsheng quickly smiled politely.

Sun Fengxia instantly felt as if she had eaten honey. She took three steps at a time and rushed to Song Chunsheng's side. She quickly grabbed his hand and couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if Song Chunsheng had become her son-in-law.

While holding Song Chunsheng's hand, she turned to look at Liu Yan'e with a smile, feigning jealousy, and said:

"Second Aunt, how come you're so lucky? Not only are your seven daughters all like fairies, but you also raised a son named Chunsheng to be so handsome, with such a pleasant voice. He doesn't look like a country boy at all; he's clearly a city kid!"

Song Chunsheng blushed after being praised, while his mother, Liu Yan'e, smiled silently at her son. She had never demanded that her son become an outstanding person.

Especially after yesterday's accident, she has no other thoughts. She only hopes that her son Chunsheng can live a safe and healthy life.

"Oh, right!"

As they were talking, Sun Fengxia suddenly remembered something.

"My eldest nephew Jianguo from Sunjiahe Village came to deliver piglets yesterday at sunset. When he learned about Chunsheng's situation, he said that his third brother Jianshe must come this morning no matter what. Judging from this, he's probably on his way!"

Liu Yan'e: "Oh dear, Chunsheng is all better now, and Jianshe still made that kid come all the way from ten miles away!"

Sun Fengxia: "What's there to be afraid of, ten miles away? My third nephew is overjoyed! He's met with Chunmiao a few times since the New Year, and you have no idea how happy he is. He's been pestering his mother all day to get this settled!"

Liu Yan'e: "Jianshe is a good-looking kid with a sweet tongue. His father and I both adore him. But we've asked Chunmiao several times and she hasn't said a word. We don't know what she's thinking!"

Sun Fengxia: "No rush, no rush. I was just saying it casually. I want the two kids to spend more time together, and things will naturally fall into place over time!"

Liu Yan'e: "Alright, let the child come then, since Chunsheng is home anyway..."

After Sun Fengxia left, her mother, Liu Yan'e, took an iron box from the wardrobe in the room and handed it to Song Chunsheng.

"This is some tea your third brother-in-law gave your dad the other day. I heard it's really good tea. When your brother Jianshe comes over later, treat him well. I'll be back early to cook lunch today!"

"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll treat him well!"

As Song Chunsheng spoke, the tea canister he was holding creaked loudly, and five fingernail marks were almost all imprinted on the tin box.

At first, everyone thought Sun Jianshe was a reliable, family-oriented, and good man worthy of entrusting one's life to.

But no one expected that those were just his public personas; deep down, he was a womanizer and an irresponsible scoundrel.

Less than three years after marrying his seventh sister, Song Chunmiao, he started having affairs with some disreputable women in the city. It wasn't until one of the women's husbands came knocking on his door that Song Chunmiao found out about his affair.

Not long after, the two divorced. Seventh Sister raised her child alone by selling breakfast at the school gate in the county town until she was later diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer.

Song Chunsheng knew that many illnesses were caused by prolonged negative emotions.

Therefore, he firmly believed that as long as Seventh Sister Chunmiao could have a good marriage from the beginning, her later life would definitely be smooth and free from illness.

In his memory, his seventh sister was always one of the top students in her class at school, but she didn't finish high school because of family difficulties.

Before he came along, Seventh Sister had no choice but to accept her fate, and everything went wrong, whether in her own family or her husband's family.

Now he's back, not only holding her life's script in his hands, but also possessing all the crucial information about future era changes in his mind.

Therefore, he not only wanted to change Seventh Sister's marriage, but also to help her defy fate and use the information he had about the times to successfully put her on the first train of the college entrance examination, which was to be reinstated a few months later, and help her get into university.

So let that son of a bitch Sun Jianshe go to hell! What's the point of marrying him? When he comes, I'll see how I deal with him!

His appearance last night has drastically changed my mother's life; her hair is still jet black, and her mental state is exceptionally good.

Therefore, it seems that as long as he is willing to put in the effort, his family's fate can be changed and become as good as he hopes.

So he quickly set a new goal.

First, he ruined Seventh Sister's marriage to that filthy bastard Sun Jianshe, telling him to get as far away from her as possible.

Secondly, to be on the safe side, he had to get his seventh sister to start preparing for the college entrance exam ahead of time. After all, she had been out of school for two or three years, and she would have to put in some effort to pick up the knowledge she had learned before in a few months to prepare for the exam.

"We're buying long hair, old clothes, old shoes, broken covers, tattered hats that kids don't wear anymore, and scrap metal and rubber shoes—bring them all out to sell..."

Just as Song Chunsheng was lost in thought, a scrap collector's cry interrupted his thoughts.

He had intended to organize his previous study notes to see which ones could be used as review materials for his seventh sister.

To his surprise, the scrap collector's cries grew closer and closer, eventually knocking on his door.

"Hey fellow villager, do you have any scrap copper or iron to sell?"

At this moment, his mother, Liu Yan'e, had already gone out to work in the fields, so he had no choice but to come out of the house.

As soon as he reached the door of the main room, he saw a young man with a buzz cut, who looked to be in his twenties or thirties, push open the door and step one leg inside.

Song Chunsheng was immediately startled, thinking that this person was really taking him for granted, so he glared at the person with a bad attitude.

The man with the buzz cut was startled by Song Chunsheng's sudden appearance, especially when he saw that the other man was more than a head taller than him. He immediately and quietly shrank back out of the room, where he had just entered halfway.

With a fawning smile, he said, "Fellow villager, do you have any scrap metal to sell? The price will definitely satisfy you!"

"No!"

As Song Chunsheng spoke, he walked towards the main gate, intending to close it.

Even after being kicked out of his house, the man with the buzz cut still seemed unwilling to give up, saying, "If there are any items passed down from the elders in the house, such as bracelets, earrings, or rings worn by women in the old society, I can accept them..."

Song Chunsheng shook his head. "None of those!"

"Those old-fashioned bronze mirrors, those porcelain vases displayed in the house..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Song Chunsheng interrupted, "My family has been poor farmers for three generations. We don't have any of those things you're looking for!"

"Alright... then!"

The man gave an awkward laugh, and just as he was about to turn and leave, he glanced at the several houses around him with their gates locked, and asked with a puzzled look, "Where have all the people in our village gone?"

Song Chunsheng frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "At this time, everyone should be working in the fields! What, don't the people over there grow crops?"

"In our area, it's mostly women and the elderly who do the farm work. Young laborers like me usually come out to earn money!"

Song Chunsheng nodded knowingly. There were indeed such obvious differences between rural areas in the north and south at present, but these differences would gradually disappear in twenty years.

Just then, a short man with an old leather bag slung over his shoulder walked out of a house in the center of the village.

As soon as he came out, the man waved vigorously in this direction. Upon seeing his companion come out, the man with the buzz cut immediately ran towards the shorter man without turning his head.

The two huddled together and whispered to each other for a while, then pushed a bicycle from the roadside and rode quickly out towards the city gate at the west end of the village.

Watching the two figures leave, Song Chunsheng felt that something was off about them. Why were they acting so mysteriously when they were just collecting scrap?

He was just about to go home when he suddenly saw another bicycle rushing in from outside the city gate on the west side of the village.

As soon as he entered, the man got off the car and pushed his bicycle into Sun Fengxia's house.

The lanes in the village were not long to begin with, at most seventy or eighty meters from east to west.

Therefore, Song Chunsheng recognized that person at a glance.

Sun Jianshe, you filthy scoundrel!