Rebirth: The Fortune Farmer’s Revenge

The Tragic Past Life
In the small village of Qinghe, nestled between rolling green hills and a winding river, Li Qingyun was born into a poor but honest farming family. Though they had little wealth, their love for one another was strong. Her father, Li Shengtian, was a hardworking farmer, and her mother, Madam Zhou, was a skilled cook who did her best to feed the family with their meager earnings. Qingyun had two younger brothers, Li Zhihao and Li Ming, both lively boys who adored their elder sister.

However, their peaceful life was not without hardship. Their land was poor, and greedy relatives, including her uncle Li Bao, schemed to take what little they had. The village head, Old Master Wang, favored the rich and oppressed the weak, forcing many into debt.

Qingyun, though hardworking and intelligent, was too naïve in her past life. She trusted the wrong people—Liu Meifeng, a childhood friend who later betrayed her, and Zhang Tianyu, a man who claimed to love her but only sought to use her.

At seventeen, tragedy struck. A false accusation of theft led to the downfall of her family. Her father was beaten to death, her mother succumbed to illness, and her brothers were sold as laborers. Qingyun herself was forced into a loveless marriage with a cruel merchant, suffering years of abuse.

One fateful night, she escaped and stumbled to the riverbank where she once found a beautiful pearl bracelet in her childhood. The bracelet was rumored to be cursed, but Qingyun had always admired its beauty. As she clutched it tightly, tears streaming down her face, her enemies found her.

“Li Qingyun, you should have died long ago,” sneered Liu Meifeng before pushing a dagger into her chest.

As the blood dripped onto the bracelet, a warm light enveloped her. In her last moments, she wished for another chance—to change her fate, to protect her family, and to exact revenge on those who destroyed her.

When she opened her eyes again, she was twelve years old, lying in her small wooden bed, the scent of her mother’s cooking filling the air. She had been reborn.

Now, she had a second chance.