In the golden autumn of October, the rice is fragrant. It should be the harvest season, but Laolangdong Village is full of devastation.

Chunyu Shanshan was lying on the shabby kang mat, trying to digest the memory of another person.

Liang Tiantian, the daughter of Liang Shoushan in Laolangdong Village, is seven years old. She has two older brothers, one aged eight and one nine. She has a three-year-old brother below her.

Their father, Liang Shoushan, had not returned home for four years, and their mother took the four of them to live with their grandfather and their grandmother, who later married him. Last year, his grandfather passed away due to a serious illness, leaving only their mother and grandmother, Liang Wang, and the others to live together.

.

My father never returned home. This time, Turkic soldiers invaded. Grandma took her two uncles and their four children and hid in the cellar, leaving my mother alone to deal with the Turkic soldiers who came to steal food.

My mother, who was not yet thirty years old, was almost killed by Turkic soldiers and finally committed suicide.

And she, Chunyu Shanshan, oh no, her name should be Liang Tiantian now, was pushed by her stepmother because she stepped on her second uncle in the cellar, and she hit the wall of the cellar.

The real Liang Tiantian is gone, but her lonely soul has traveled through Liang Tiantian's body.

Chunyu Shanshan was lying on the kang, feeling that all this was like a dream.

A sudden noise outside brought Liang Tiantian back to reality while he was thinking.

"Grandma, grandma, my mother is gone, why don't you buy a coffin board for her to bury her in?" a childish voice shouted.

Liang Tiantian remembered that this voice belonged to his elder brother Liang Mancang.

He is said to be an eldest brother, but in fact he is just a nine-year-old child who has just lost his mother.

Liang Tiantian found it a bit funny. She had lived for more than twenty years without any relatives, and suddenly a bunch of little carrots appeared, and it happened to be her brother.

"What kind of coffin board are you buying? How can I have the money to buy a coffin board for her? All the food in the house has been robbed by the damn Turks. The living people will not be able to live anymore. Who can care about the dead?" rang out in the yard.

A powerful voice made Liang Tiantian get up curiously. In his mind, this seemed to be the post-*** voice.

"Grandma, my mother is dead, so we can't just let it go like this." Liang Mancang, the boss, argued hard. "If it hadn't been for my mother to lead the Turkic soldiers outside, maybe our whole family would have died. Now I

Mom is dead and you still haven’t bought a coffin. I’ll tell my dad when he comes back.”

"You can tell whoever you like." Mrs. Liang's voice in the yard was full of anger, and she had the attitude of breaking a jar. "Little bastard, I also told you, this is my home, you don't like it."

Just get out of here, that woman is already dead, why does she want to drag us down?"

"Then my mother can't just leave it like this after she dies. If you don't buy a coffin for the dead person, why don't you give the coffin in the warehouse to my mother." The second brother Liang Mandun's voice sounded, also filled with anger.

.

"Little bastard, that's my mother's coffin, do you still want it?" came another male voice, and this time a figure suddenly appeared in Liang Tiantian's mind.

It belongs to that second uncle Liang Tiechui.

"If you say you won't give it, you won't give it to me, so what will happen to my mother?" Liang Manqun became anxious and yelled.

"How about rolling up a torn mat, digging a hole and burying it?" Liang Tiechui's voice was full of schadenfreude, "If you ask me, your mother was touched by the Turkic soldiers, so she should be thrown into a mass grave.

Yes, so as not to disgrace the family tradition of our Liang family."

"You..." Liang Mancang, who was only nine years old in the yard, turned red from suppressing his emotions. He looked at Liang Tiechui with eyes that seemed to spit fire. "Your mother was the one who let others touch her. My mother committed suicide and there are still wounds on her head."

A bloody hole... Wuwu, mother..." The boy's cries of grievance sounded in the yard.

"Brother, please don't cry. Let's see if I don't kill this beast." Liang Mandun's voice was full of grief and anger, "If he dares to scold my mother, let's see if I don't kill him."

There was a sudden uproar of people in the yard.

"Little bastard, what do you want to do? You have rebelled against you. Your own uncle dares to beat you. You are a white-eyed wolf who is not well-bred. You are rebelling against the heavens!" Mrs. Liang's voice was filled with panic.

"Mancang, please don't act recklessly. If you kill someone, you will pay with your life." Liang Mancang's voice sounded.

"You little bastard, if you dare to hit me with an axe, I'll beat you to death today." Liang Tiechui's voice was full of anger.

Liang Tiantian got up from the bed silently. The memory of a seven-year-old girl in her mind diluted the sadness of her previous life. The memories of the two lives were intertwined, making her a little confused.

Is it Chunyu Shanshan or Liang Tiantian?

Liang Tiantian was startled when he turned around and saw the figure of a woman next to him.

A woman in her thirties, with a pale face, was lying there peacefully, as if she was asleep.

Mother?

A warm term came to mind, and Liang Tiantian was inexplicably no longer afraid.

Liang Tiantian gently knelt down next to the woman and looked at the woman's face quietly.

The woman is very fair-skinned, not tanned like ordinary farmers, with delicate and small facial features. Even with her eyes closed like this, she has a gentle look.

This is her mother in this life, she looks as gentle as in her previous life.

It's a pity... A tear fell on the woman's face, and Liang Tiantian bit his lip tightly. No matter in the past life or in this life, his mother passed away so early.

"Mom..." Liang Tiantian gently touched the woman's cheek.

"Second uncle, if you dare to hit my brother, let's see if my father doesn't beat you to death when he comes back!" Liang Mancang's panicked voice suddenly sounded in the yard.

Liang Tiantian suddenly woke up.

Yes, she is already Liang Tiantian and cannot continue to be sad. There are still three children waiting for her to take care of.

Although she had only been here for a few hours, the children in this family made her feel warm, and the memory of Liang Tiantian, which lasted only a few years, also made her cold heart in her previous life begin to melt.

Since she became Liang Tiantian, she decided to take care of everything in the family.

After wiping her tears, Liang Tiantian jumped to the ground and ran out, completely forgetting that she was just a child who had just turned seven.

"Who dares to hit our family?" Liang Tiantian grabbed a fire stick and glared angrily.

Outside, a half-grown boy was holding a bamboo pole and swinging it wildly. On the other side of the bamboo pole, a thin boy kept swinging an axe. Unfortunately, the ax was too short, and the bamboo pole fell on him with a crackling sound, making him grin.

The appearance of Liang Tiantian stunned everyone in the yard.

"Little sister, why are you up?" Liang Mancang was hugging Liang Tiechui's waist and was stunned when he saw her.

A trembling little figure in the corner saw Liang Tiantian and cried "Wow", "Sister, I'm scared, wuwu..." At this moment Liang Tiantian's heart was melted.

My nose felt sour and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Be good, Qiuqiu, sister is here, no one dares to bully you."
Chapter completed!