His fingers were rough, but his nails were neatly trimmed. There were wood shavings on his hair, and his clothes were stained with ink, as if they had been drawn from an inkwell. He also had a faint smell of Chinese medicine on him. Su Jiaoniang nodded.

She said, "We can give it a try."

Follow the man into a secluded, narrow, and dilapidated courtyard.

The courtyard was piled high with wood, and the carpenter's tools were all there.

There are also some small wooden carvings inside, including wooden horses, wooden rabbits, and little wooden figures, all of which are quite endearing and pleasing to the eye.

Judging from the wooden furniture and wood carvings in the courtyard, one can tell that the young man is very capable, but it's unclear why he lives his life this way.

Asking too many questions about other people's lives upon first meeting can give the impression of being frivolous, so Su Jiaoniang kept quiet about the young carpenter's private life.

The young carpenter spread out the blueprints in his hand and explained the points that needed attention for each part. He nodded, his eyes fixed on the wheelchair, his eyes shining.

Su Jiaoniang initially did not understand what the young carpenter meant.

It wasn't until a woman came out of the house, carrying a child who was urinating, that Su Jiaoniang suddenly understood what the man meant.

The child the woman was holding had a rather large head and didn't look very bright. Such a child was most likely a patient with cerebral palsy. Brain diseases are incurable in later generations, let alone in this era.

I guess I'll just have to live a foolish life.

They are unable to take care of themselves.

If a wheelchair were made, the carpenter would certainly be delighted.

Seeing that Su Jiaoniang's gaze was fixed on his wife, he chuckled sheepishly, "That's my wife and child. I'm sorry you had to laugh at me."

“We’re all just ordinary people living mundane lives, so who can laugh at whom?” Su Jiaoniang shook her head.

If given a choice, who wouldn't want their child to be safe and happy from birth, destined for high office and a peaceful and prosperous life?

The young carpenter smiled as he continued working with his tools. The wheelchair needed small wheels and various tiny cylinders. It didn't seem complicated, but every part had to be made with precision; otherwise, the safety of the person sitting in the wheelchair would not be guaranteed.

Su Jiaoniang paid a small deposit and left the young carpenter's place.

With plenty of time to spare, Su Jiaoniang headed towards the county school. Children from the orphanage were selling shaved ice and fried chicken from carts. The fried chicken was very well made, and the children even added another flavor: in addition to the spicy and non-spicy varieties, there was also a five-spice flavor.

They have brains and know how to continuously improve the food they make.

Innovation is the key to long-term success.

Su Jiaoniang felt that she would no longer have to worry about the children's lives in the orphanage in the future, as they would at least be able to support themselves. However, if they could live better lives, she would not watch the children live a life of basic needs.

I bought a basket of duck eggs at the market.

Carrying the food home, Su Jiaoniang passed by Fu Chuntang's restaurant and curiously went inside. The autumn weather was cool, and ice cream should have lost its market, since people nowadays pay great attention to health and wellness.

In winter, you should eat winter foods; in summer, you should drink iced drinks.

If the food is not in accordance with the seasons, it will be difficult for people of this era to adapt.

However, every era has its share of eccentric individuals who behave differently from others, often gathering in groups with bowls of ice and discussing current affairs.

They acted as if they were people who cared about the common people.

Su Jiaoniang glanced at it, then looked away. She only cared about her own business. It wasn't that she didn't care about politics, but rather that she didn't pay attention to it. In the books she had read, the Great Zhou Dynasty regretted becoming more and more powerful, and that a great villain named Futu would emerge.

There will also be a male protagonist who kills the Buddha statue.

With the help of the female lead, the male protagonist becomes the new emperor, and the country will surely be peaceful and prosperous.

The future is almost set, so there's nothing to worry about.

Therefore, all she needs to worry about is her own life and the cultivation of Futu. With the general trend established, the smaller goals need to be arranged.

As things stand, the Buddha hasn't changed to the point of gouging out people's eyes and breaking their legs; the child is still a good child.

Su Jiaoniang carried the duck eggs home. On the way, she saw Futu walking towards the market with a tall boy. A smile appeared on Su Jiaoniang's lips. The child had really found a friend. This was a good development.

Friendships can only exist if you have friends.

Only then can one have the passion of youth.

Back home, they pickled the duck eggs with mud, rice wine, and salt.

Once the salted egg yolks turn red, you can start making glutinous rice eggs.

Seeing Su Jiaoniang washing duck eggs, Changsheng put down his folded book and came out to help her: "Godmother, are the glutinous rice eggs delicious?"

"Delicious!" Su Jiaoniang nodded with a smile.

The ingredients used to make glutinous rice eggs are all of good quality. As long as the person making them isn't a Buddhist monk, they shouldn't taste bad.

Changsheng's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Lu Wujiu frowned and lifted Changsheng out of the kitchen. He felt that he might have let down the late emperor. He had not taught the child well. Could an emperor with strong personal interests and hobbies become a good emperor?

Lu Wujiu stared at the chubby boy.

Unconsciously, one's gaze will fall on Su Jiaoniang.

That day, Lu Dashan was drunk, and Zhao Han said that Lu Dashan had improper thoughts about Su.

In Lu Dashan's words, Su was beautiful, her husband had died, and she was raising her two children alone. Such a woman was a fatal temptation for the men in the village. Who wouldn't peek inside the courtyard when passing by?

Go home and have a sweet dream tonight.

Thinking about these words, Lu Wujiu felt uneasy.

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