"Wives of Yongcai, come out for dinner."

Zhao's mother's shout came from outside the door, hoarse and with a hint of sadness, breaking Qian Chunhua's meditation.

The door creaked slightly and light from outside came in.

Qian Chunhua didn't need to stand up. From the voice, she could tell that this was her original mother-in-law, Mother Zhao.

"Are you feeling better? Get up, the food is ready." Mother Zhao's voice was filled with deep concern, and her eyes revealed worry for her daughter-in-law.

The pillar of the family suddenly collapsed. How will the second wife's family live in the future?

"Okay, I'll get up right away." Qian Chunhua replied softly.

Mother Zhao called her daughter-in-law and then turned and left the room.

Qian Chunhua watched her mother-in-law's back, knowing in her heart that the pain the two elderly people felt for losing their son was no less than that of the original person.

In the original body's memory, although the Zhao family was not wealthy, the relationship between family members was harmonious and there were few conflicts between brothers, which was rare in the village.

Such a family atmosphere is very rare for Qian Chunhua.

Before she traveled through time, she was the only daughter in the family. Both her parents were soldiers, and their busy lives meant that their parents had very little time to spend with her.

Qian Chunhua grew up in loneliness. After she became an adult, her parents divorced early, leaving her wandering on this road alone.

Before traveling through time, Qian Chunhua had experienced loneliness and knew the pain of having no one to accompany you.

However, at this moment, she has the company of her whole family and three lovely children around her knees.

Although the Zhao family is poor, family harmony and warmth are their most precious wealth.

She secretly felt fortunate that the space she carried with her was filled with abundant supplies, and she would always have the opportunity to quietly take them out in the future to bring some improvement to her family.

However, just as I was putting on my shoes, a question suddenly came to my mind.

The original body's husband could earn seventy taels of silver a year from escorting goods. He had been escorting goods for ten years since he was twenty years old.

So, in these ten years, there should be at least seven hundred taels of silver saved.

Even if the family spent part of it, there should be 100 taels of silver left. Why is the family still so poor?

With this question in mind, Qian Chunhua put on his shoes.

Qian Chunhua took a deep breath, opened the door, and prepared to go out and face his future family, hoping not to reveal any flaws.

Qian Chunhua walked into the main room and saw seven people sitting at the dining table. Dinner was almost over and it was obvious that no one was waiting for her.

She felt a little unhappy. After all, she came out immediately when she heard Zhao's mother calling her, without wasting any time.

However, Qian Chunhua did not show much emotion and quickly sat down in his seat.

At this moment, eight people were sitting around the big dining table in the main hall.

Zhao's father and mother sat firmly in the main seats, the eldest son Zhao Yongqiang and his wife sat on the left, and the younger Qian Chunhua and Zhao Xiaojuan sat on the left.

Sitting at the bottom were the eldest sons of the first and second wives, Zhao Qingshui and Zhao Qingyun.

If the third brother Zhao Yongwen was at home, this seat would have to be given to him and his wife, and Zhao Qingshui and Zhao Qingyun would have to sit back at the small table nearby.

Now, there were three children sitting at the small table, Zhao Qingsong, Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling. They drank porridge quietly, munched on steamed buns with a small dish of pickles on the table.

Looking at the well-behaved and sensible child, Qian Chunhua felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

If she hadn't been concerned about attracting unnecessary attention, she really wanted to go up and hug the children in her arms and feed them herself.

After looking at the child, Qian Chunhua set his eyes on the bowl of porridge in front of him, which was so thin that it could almost reflect a person's shadow.

In my memory, Zhou Yu shouldn't look like this.

Looking around, the bowls of other people at the table were already empty, leaving no chance to compare.