Liang Zhichen said with concern, "You should sit down and rest a little longer." As the two headed toward Daliu Village, upon entering the village, they suddenly heard a shrill voice exclaim, "It’s that broom star, the person bringing bad luck! Why hasn’t that little monster died yet? I, Old Lady Cui, have lived for most of my life, but I’ve never seen such an evil creature! If she hadn’t been born, infuriating the Mountain Lord, our village wouldn’t have suffered from endless natural disasters and calamities. After she came back, she’s been nothing but trouble, beating up this person today and another tomorrow. She’s a cursed star deserving a thousand cuts. This village can’t accommodate her!" Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen exchanged glances only to see a crowd gathered ahead, watching the excitement. Suddenly, a voice mustered courage, albeit weakly, "That’s not true, my big sister is not a cursed star!" Then, they heard Dong Xinyuan shout, "Old hag Cui, we haven’t even settled the score with you for the incident back then, and now you have the nerve? Let me tell you, if it weren’t for the fact that commoners shouldn’t fight with officials, if it weren’t for your sons marrying a good wife, I would make sure this isn’t over!" Dong Huiying’s expression changed and she quickly pushed through the crowd. "It’s over, the little monster is back!" The onlookers quickly made way, and at that moment, they saw a fair-skinned man, who looked to be in his late twenties, violently grab Old Lady Cui’s arm. "Alright, mother, enough is enough, okay? The water jar at home isn’t full yet, and we have to cook later. If you don’t fetch water and keep making noise here, what are you doing?" Cui Dong was clearly impatient and seemed to hold great disdain for Old Lady Cui. Old Lady Cui bowed and scraped, fawning over him with a subservient attitude, clearly a child slave to her son. Cui Dong grimaced with distaste, "Alright, get back to work, stop lazing around and slacking off!" "What’s going on here?" Just then, Dong Huiying looked toward Er Yuan and San Nian. Dong Xinyuan was fine, completely unharmed, but the introverted Xiao Dongnian had a handprint on his face, which instantly enraged Dong Huiying, "Who did this?" "Big sister..." Dong Xinyuan pursed his lips, then subtly glanced at Old Lady Cui. Dong Huiying became somewhat furious, "Was it you?" Old Lady Cui glared fiercely at Dong Huiying, "Yes, it was me, what are you going to do about it? You’re a jinx, and you’re lucky to be alive. You were sold to a human trafficker in the past and didn’t get ruined to death, and yet you still dared to come back!" Dong Huiying narrowed her eyes, and a chaotic, blurry image surfaced in her mind. "So it was you!" The new grudges joined the old, and with one swift move, she rushed forward and slapped Old Lady Cui across the face. Don’t talk to her about respecting the elderly and cherishing the young. Even if one should respect the elderly, it depends on whether the other party is worthy of that respect. The reason why Dong Dabao fell into the hands of the human trafficker at the mere age of six was precisely because the village faced years of harvest failure due to drought. Adding to that, Da Bao was physically strong and developed slowly, leading the villagers to label him as a little monster. And Old Lady Cui was the one who sold Da Bao to the traffickers, pocketing the money for herself. And now, she had the audacity to bully the Dong family? "You dare to hit me?" "If I don’t hit you, should I keep you around instead? Don’t mistake ignorance for pride. Indeed, many people died during the disaster of the drought years ago, and I deeply regret and mourn those unfortunate losses. But how could such a disaster be blamed on a child? Just because he was strong, just because he grew slowly, he was deemed a monster and there were even attempts to burn him alive. However, he was saved by my family’s protection, failing to be burned, and then you concocted a dirty scheme to sell me?"