Moreover, it's only right that the eldest and second eldest sisters' rooms are decorated like this. They are the biological daughters of the second uncle and aunt, while she is just a niece. The second aunt doesn't need to do such a good job... In fact, just giving her a room to live in, even a woodshed or storeroom would be fine.

Her parents wanted to sell her. Her second aunt had already sold a thousand catties of dark coal, which was already a loss for her. If she got more, it would be an even bigger loss...

Sun Jinhua followed behind the group, intending to subtly offer some words of advice to Zhao Di. However, seeing Zhao Di suddenly burst into tears, she quickly strode forward, pulled aside the people next to her, and squeezed forward, shouting, "What's wrong? What's wrong! Who bullied you!"

The old village chief was giving instructions to Fan Qian when he heard Sun Jinhua's shouting. He frowned and walked over, leaning on his cane.

The men and women in the village thought that it was already late to carry soil today, so they didn't care about being late. With the mentality that they might as well watch the excitement, they excitedly followed the old village chief and walked towards Sun Jinhua's direction.

Sun Jinhua stared blankly at the room in front of her, unable to react. Her heart was filled with a mix of emotions, and she didn't know what to feel.

This is her biological daughter, yet Hu Shuiqing treats Zhao Di better than she treats Zhao Di herself!

The large bed, the cabinet, even the windows were covered with silk gauze and adorned with cloth curtains, and there was also a long table with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. Even the village chief's eldest grandson, Changlin, didn't have such a complete set.

The pillows and blankets on the bed are all made of the same fabric, making them look very neat and tidy.

So many good things, and they gave them to a little girl? And this little girl isn't even Hu Shuiqing's biological daughter!

Sun Jinhua couldn't understand it. She turned her head blankly to look at Hu Shuiqing on her right front, thinking that she was stupid.

She's just a girl; she can't raise them, bury them, care for them in their old age, or even carry on their family line. What does she want from them?

The old village chief led a large group of villagers over and saw the overall layout of the house.

My jaw dropped.

The old village chief was pleased but also pondered, wondering if Jin Xiaozi and Shui Qing had been prepared all along.

Otherwise, why would they have prepared so thoroughly and comprehensively, and even knowing that Fan Qian and his wife were plotting against them, they still took the initiative to take on the task?

The villagers, however, didn't think as much as the old village chief; they only cared about everything inside the house!

"My goodness, what is this stuff used to paste on the windows? I've never seen it before!"

"It's so fine and dense that it lets in light and air, look how bright this room is; this window needs two pieces of cloth to match it, I'd say this curtain could be made into a garment."

"I've seen the quilt with little flowers on the bed before! Isn't this the same as the one Yan Qiuxing received? Shuiqing is really something, preparing the same quilt for Zhaodi as if it were her own daughter!"

......

Hearing a chorus of praise, flattery, and envy, Sun Jinhua snapped out of her daze and hurriedly retorted, "How are they the same? I've seen Daya and Erya's houses, and they're much bigger than this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a deathly silence fell around her.

The crowd's expressions were a mix of emotions as they sized her up, their eyes clearly conveying: ungrateful!

Sun Jinhua hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice to say, "It is much smaller, am I not telling the truth?"

The old village chief's cane struck the bluestone slab heavily, making a dull thud.