However, Zhu Guixia saw Bai Ruozhen pretending to be strong and felt distressed. She looked at Bai Ruozhen and said, "Zhenzhen, let's not do this anymore. I'll make your insoles for you in the future." Such a good girl should sit at home and enjoy herself. She shouldn't be asked to do such rough work.

Bai Ruozhen's face was red and she felt a little embarrassed. She pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay, keep going. I believe I can sew it up." Then she quickly put her finger in her mouth and licked away the blood.

God knows where she learned this move, but she did it anyway and it didn't hurt. Afterward, she felt completely foolish. She felt increasingly distant from the Empress, even though only two weeks had passed. Her words and actions over the past two weeks hadn't even hinted at the traces of a noble lady. Bai Ruozhen felt an inexplicable fear. If she ever returned to the Great Zhou, would she no longer be the noble lady she once was?

Bai Ruozhen felt a little scared, but she also knew that she couldn't survive here without doing anything like her old life. Unless she had a rich and powerful husband, but here, all the rich people were labeled capitalist-roaders.

Tsk tsk, Bai Ruozhen shook his head, feeling that life was hard to endure.

Alas, the environment can ruin a person.

Bai Ruozhen held the needle and shook his head and sighed, which frightened the educated youth.

This little girl is really not cut out for needlework.

If Bai Ruozhen knew what they were thinking, she'd definitely chuckle. She was probably only suited to being a cook in this era. She didn't have any other skills, and she hadn't had the chance to learn them before. After all, who would dare ask her to do hard labor? She learned cooking because she was in poor health as a child, so her mother found a chef who knew about medicinal cuisine and brought him to the princess's residence. She thought it was fun, so she started learning. It was strange, though: needlework and reading were useless, but she had a natural talent for cooking.

Thinking of this, Bai Ruozhen felt a little comforted. At least she knew something, which was better than knowing nothing. However, this place was so poor that she didn't have the conditions to be a cook.

Seeing her increasingly adorable appearance, Li Aihong said, "How about we stop doing it?"

If she continues to mess with it, her insoles will be ruined.

But Bai Ruozhen was stubborn and refused, "No, I have to continue sewing." She always felt that the original owner's body could sew things, although now it was under her command.

However, reality is always so cruel, Bai Ruozhen successfully poked another needle hole on his finger.

Now, even if Bai Ruozhen insisted, Zhu Guixia and Feng Qiujuan refused to let her take action. They all agreed that it would be better for her to sit on the side and watch quietly.

Bai Ruozhen looked at his fingers, then at the needle and thread moving quickly in Li Aihong's hands, feeling extremely envious.

But the previous experience was too terrifying, and Li Aihong refused to let her try it no matter what.

Before going to bed at night, Bai Ruozhen still thought about taking out the needle and thread to practice. She didn't believe that she couldn't sew a pair of insoles.

This night was their second night in Xiahe Village, and it was Zhao Laidie's turn to add firewood in the middle of the night.

However, Zhao Lai Di was still angry about losing someone during the day, and she couldn't sleep last night because of the heat, so she didn't get up in the middle of the night to add firewood. When it was almost dawn, the kang was cold. Bai Ruozhen turned over and felt the quilt was cold, and his head was a little dizzy. He looked at Zhu Guixia and Feng Qiujuan, who were also shivering under the quilt.

Bai Ruozhen got up and saw that the kang was out of heat and the ashes inside had lost their temperature. She glanced at Zhao Laidie who was sleeping soundly and guessed that she had not gotten up to add firewood last night.

Bai Ruozhen stood beside Zhao Lai Di's pillow, looking at her with a pursed face, motionless.

Zhao Lai Di, who was half asleep, seemed to feel someone was looking at her. She opened her eyes and met Bai Ruozhen's cold eyes.

"Ah." Zhao Lai Di was startled and screamed, "Bai Ruozhen, what are you doing!"

Bai Ruozhen changed his cold expression and looked at her aggrievedly, "Sister Lai Di, why didn't you get up to add more firewood last night?"

This noise successfully woke up Zhu Guixia and Feng Qiujuan. They shivered as they put on their cotton-padded clothes and asked, "Zhao Lai Di, we were talking so well, why didn't you get up to add more firewood last night?"

Zhao Lai Di pulled at her somewhat stiff quilt and said, "I forgot."

What a forgetful thing.

Bai Ruozhen glanced at her, then went out to get firewood. Wang Jun came out of the house and saw her and asked, "Why are you out so early?"

Bai Ruozhen sighed, "The kang went out in the middle of the night because I didn't add firewood, so it got frozen." She sneezed as soon as she finished speaking.

"Ah, you're not cold, are you?" Wang Jun came over and touched her forehead. "It's a little hot. Hey, why do you have a scar here?"

Wang Jun ruffled Bai Ruozhen's hair and said, "Just recently?"

Bai Ruozhen touched his forehead and nodded, "Yeah, I hit my head when it snowed before the New Year." After that, he sneezed again.

"By the way, you have a fever, come in quickly." Wang Jun put down his teacup and pulled her back into the house.

Zhu Guixia looked at it and asked hurriedly, "What's going on?"

Wang Jun said, "He probably caught a cold and has a fever. How could you be so careless? Why didn't you add more firewood in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Laidie, who was folding the quilt, paused.

"We woke up from the cold, too." Zhu Guixia shook out Bai Ruozhen's blanket again and glared at Zhao Lai Di fiercely. "We divided the responsibilities. It was Zhao Lai Di's turn to add firewood last night, but we were all woken up by the cold early this morning, and then she said she forgot."

Zhao Lai Di put down the quilt and said, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Then if Zhenzhen gets sick, will it be your responsibility?" Zhu Guixia glared at Zhao Lai Di and asked, "Is it free to get sick? Isn't it uncomfortable? Will you pay for the medicine?"

Zhao Lai Di shrank her neck and said firmly, "What does it have to do with me? It's not me who made her have a fever." If she could control it, she hoped that Bai Ruozhen would just die of the illness and stop him from opposing her all day long.

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