In a shabby thatched cottage, An Ran was lying on the bed, looking at the roof in despair.

She felt that she was really unlucky. She was hit by a collapsed shelf while shopping in the supermarket, and then as soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself dressed in ancient times. What's worse was that she turned from a young graduate with a promising future to a married woman, more precisely, a widow raising twins alone.

There was a memory in her head that did not belong to her. This memory recorded the short life of her current body.

This woman was born into a wealthy family in town. Just because of an engagement from her ancestors, her father and stepmother married her to the Lin family in the countryside. At that time, she was in love with a man. Moreover, the life in the countryside was hard. So she, a spoiled young lady, of course, was not willing to marry a farmer whom she had never met. But she was obedient since childhood and did not dare to contradict her father. Her stepmother also always persuaded her own father. She eventually married into the Lin family with resentment and became the wife of Lin Qingsong, the third son of the Lin family.

Fortunately, Lin Qingsong was not as uncouth as she thought. He was not a simple-minded farmer. He was handsome and decent. He was even the only scholar in the village with a bright future. Unfortunately, after three days of getting married, he was murdered by bandits on his way to the capital city for the imperial examination. Since then, she had been accused by the Lin family of being a jinx and driven out. Everyone in the village did not want to get in touch with her, and she had a very difficult time.

After sorting out the information about this woman, An Ran comforted herself for a long time before accepting the fact that she had become this woman.

She touched the wound on her forehead and sat up to size up the room.

This was an extremely dilapidated room, small and cramped. The yellow mud wall had mostly fallen off. The withered grass on the roof had rotted, and there was only a small footless wooden table and a wooden box in the house. It was indeed simple and poor to the extreme.

As An Ran was quietly looking around the room, a series of footsteps came from outside the room.

"Dabao and Erbao, are you having fun with me today?" Mrs. Lin said gently.

With the sugar-coated haws in his hand, Erbao said in his sweet voice, "Yeah!"

There was nothing in Dabao's hands. He didn't even look up when he heard the question. He held his younger brother's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that his younger brother would be taken away by someone.

Seeing that Dabao did not say anything, Mrs. Lin thought about it and immediately went to him and opened the package she was carrying. She took out a piece of osmanthus cake and handed it to Dabao. She persuaded him, "Dabao, this osmanthus cake smells so good. The uncle we met today bought it for you specially. If you go to his house in the future, you will have osmanthus cakes every day!"

"No, I don't want to eat. My brother and I are not going anywhere!" Dabao seriously pushed her hand away, and Mrs. Lin was suddenly pushed to the ground by him.

"What's wrong with you!" Mrs. Lin's face instantly turned gloomy because she was pushed down. She cursed, "Your d*mn mom is going to die soon. I kindly found a family to take you to shelter, but you don't appreciate my kindness! Sure enough, you are just like your mother, so ungrateful!"

Erbao stood confused with the sugar-coated haws in his hand. He didn't understand why his gentle aunt suddenly became so fierce. He withdrew his hand in fear and hid behind Dabao.

Although Dabao was young, he had been calm since he was a child. His expressionless face did not make others believe he was only a five-year-old child. On the contrary, he looked like an adult. He said to Erbao, "Don't be afraid." Then he looked at Mrs. Lin, who was slapping her clothes angrily, and said with a serious face, "Auntie, my mother isn't dead. Erbao and I will go and find a doctor to cure her."

"If she hadn't died, would she have been lying in bed for a day and a night without any movement?" Mrs. Lin looked at the door with the straw curtain and said with sarcasm, "Your d*mn mother should have paid with her life when your father died! It was lucky for her to live until now! Fortunately, the god is fair!"

Even though Erbao was innocent, he could hear the malice in Mrs. Lin's words at this moment. He suddenly smashed the sugar-coated haws in his hand at Mrs. Lin, while grinding his teeth and shouting like an angry animal, "Bad guy! My mom won't die! You're a bad guy! Go away from our house!"