Born into such a family, Fu Bao felt an overwhelming sense of luck.

Yet, despite this stroke of fortune, the Shen family was notorious for its endless miseries. In a ten-mile radius, no family was more cursed, more beleaguered by ill fate. Misfortune clung to each of them like a shadow, no matter how virtuous or kind-hearted they were.

Old man Shen had succumbed to illness, passing away quietly without even the chance to close his eyes.

Old lady Shen, blinded by age, had tragically fallen into a gutter. Two days later, her body was discovered, already beginning to decay…

Shen Jianlin, wrongly accused of a crime, had been thrown into prison, where a bitter confrontation with the warden led to his brutal death.

When Lin Xiujuan received the news of her husband’s death, she spiraled into madness, running out into the street, where she was struck by an oncoming vehicle.

The four older brothers each met their own untimely ends, one after another, none finding respite or peace…

In the end, this once-loving home seemed fated for destruction.

But now, Fu Bao had been sent into this family, her arrival meant to dispel their misfortune, to rescue them from the abyss of despair. It was her task to guide them back to happiness, to reverse the tide of their fate.

Old lady Shen spoke softly, echoing this hope: “That’s right, Xiujuan. Don’t rush things—take care of your little one and wait for Fu Bao to grow. She’s still so young, and I can’t bear to live without her mother. Didn’t I just tell you? We’ve got everything we need right here at home.”

Old man Shen, listening from the next room, said nothing, though he coughed faintly, a soft sound in the quiet of the house.

Fu Bao, though, didn’t need to hear his voice to understand the depth of his sorrow. If only he weren’t so frail, paralyzed by misfortune. Then he could help his grandmother with the family’s burdens. He’d spent years gathering herbs on the mountain roads, familiar with every plant and root. By all rights, he should have been safe. And yet, one wrong step had sent him tumbling down the mountainside.

To avoid further burdening the family, he had refused medical treatment, letting his condition worsen. He ate barely enough to survive, growing weaker with every passing day.

Fu Bao could hardly bear to watch. She had come here with a purpose, a mission to change the family’s luck, and the time for action had come.

First, she would have to heal her grandfather’s wounds.

But how? She was just a child, no more than human, with no magical powers to call upon. As much as she wished to act, the means to do so would have to wait until she was older.

The next morning, Shen Jianlin set off to the county in search of work.

The others, determined and ready to do whatever it took, found employment on a construction crew. The work was grueling, each day a physical challenge, but the thought of the hungry children waiting at home gave them strength to carry on.

Fu Bao, meanwhile, grew day by day, loved and cared for by her grandparents, her mother, and her four brothers.

Before long, it would be time for Fu Bao’s full moon celebration.

The day before the event, Shen Jianlin returned home, carrying with him a hopeful smile. That evening, during dinner, he placed a crumpled bundle of bills on the table and declared with pride, “I’ve gotten a job as a mason with a construction team in the county! I’m still learning, so I’m only making a little for now. But once I get the hang of it, I’ll make a dollar a day. And if I improve, I could earn five dollars a day! Eventually, if I become a skilled worker, I could make up to two dollars a day! That’s 60 yuan a month, more than 700 a year. We’ll be able to fix up the house, and maybe send some of the children to school!”

Shen Jianlin’s eyes sparkled with hope, a vision of a better future.

“Big dreams, eh?” old lady Shen teased, tossing a sweet potato into his bowl. “That hasn’t become a real job yet!”

“Construction is a good choice,” old man Shen chimed in, his voice hoarse but steady. “It has great potential. Work hard, and strive to be the best.”

Fu Bao, nestled in her grandmother’s arms, tried to express her admiration for Shen Jianlin, but all that escaped her was a soft sound.

Born into such a family, Fu Bao felt incredibly fortunate.

But the truth was, the Shen family was known far and wide for their misfortune. In a ten-mile radius, no other family had endured such a string of tragedies. Despite their kindness and honesty, fate never smiled on them.

Old man Shen had passed away quietly from illness, slipping away without ever opening his eyes one last time.

Old lady Shen, who had lost her sight, had accidentally fallen into a gutter. Two days later, her body was discovered, already beginning to decompose.

Shen Jianlin, wrongfully accused of a crime, had been thrown into prison, where he died after a violent argument with the warden.

When Lin Xiujuan heard of her husband’s death, she fell into a deep depression and ran into the street, only to be struck by a passing vehicle.

The four older brothers had all met similarly unfortunate ends—none of them had found peace.

This once-warm home, once filled with laughter, seemed doomed to ruin.

And yet, here Fu Bao was, sent into this family with the hope that she could reverse their misfortunes. It was her mission to pull them from the depths of despair and guide them back to happiness.

Old lady Shen echoed this sentiment: “That’s right, Xiujuan. Don’t rush things. Take care of your little one and wait for Fu Bao to grow. She’s still so young, and I can’t live without her mother. We’ve got everything we need right here at home.”

Old man Shen, listening from the other room, remained silent but coughed quietly a few times.

Fu Bao didn’t need to hear his voice to understand the depth of his guilt. If only he weren’t paralyzed, if only he could still help his grandmother with the family. He’d spent years gathering herbs in the mountains, knowing every plant and root, and yet, despite all his knowledge, one misstep had sent him tumbling down the mountain.

To avoid burdening the family further, he had refused treatment. He ate little, growing weaker each day.

Fu Bao couldn’t bear it. She had come here for a reason, and her task was clear—she had to change their luck. And the time to act had come.

First, she would have to help heal her grandfather.

But how? She was just a child, no more than human, with no powers to rely on. Even if she wanted to help, it would have to wait until she was older, until she could find a way to make it happen.

The next morning, Shen Jianlin packed his things and left to seek work in the county.

The others, determined and hardworking, soon found jobs with a construction crew. The work was tough, exhausting, but they pushed through, driven by the thought of the hungry children waiting for them at home.

Fu Bao, meanwhile, grew day by day, cherished and cared for by her grandparents, her mother, and her four brothers.

Before long, it would be time for Fu Bao’s full moon celebration.

The day before the event, Shen Jianlin returned home, full of hope. That evening, as they gathered around the dinner table, he placed a crumpled bundle of bills on the table and said, “I got a job as a mason on a construction team in the county! I’m still learning, so I only make a little right now. But once I get the hang of it, I could be earning a dollar a day. If I keep improving, I could make five dollars a day! And if I become a skilled worker, I could earn up to two dollars a day! That’s 60 yuan a month, more than 700 a year. We can fix up the house, and maybe some of the kids can go to school!”

Shen Jianlin spoke with bright eyes, filled with hope for the future.

“Big dreams, huh?” old lady Shen teased, tossing a sweet potato into his bowl.

“Construction’s a good choice,” old man Shen said hoarsely from his bed. “It has potential. Work hard, and you’ll do well.”

Fu Bao, nestled in her grandmother’s arms, wanted to tell Shen Jianlin how proud she was of him, but all that came out was a soft sound.

What could she do? She felt so helpless.