Old Mrs. Ye felt sorry for her daughter and called for Mrs. Liu to serve the rice. The family then sat around the table.
Each person gets a bowl of thin rice soup with a few grains of brown rice and rice bran floating on top, and a small dish of radish as a side dish.
Ye Panjiu's eyes twitched involuntarily as she watched.
This family is truly poor; I never imagined she would one day be eating coarse food and wild vegetables.
Nevertheless, the brown rice porridge in my bowl was noticeably thicker than everyone else's.
The original owner was pampered by her father, doted on by her mother, and spoiled by her two older brothers in the Ye family. Born into such a blessed family, she insisted on going to the Du family to suffer. She was simply crazy.
The rice bran scratched my throat when I swallowed it. And the radish wasn't even seasoned with salt; salt isn't cheap, and the Ye family couldn't afford it.
Ye Panjiu felt uncomfortable eating and couldn't help but frown.
"Little sister, is this enough? If not, add some more brown rice." Ye Daniu was worried when he saw her pale face.
Everyone else looked at Ye Panjiu with nervous expressions, afraid that she would throw up the food because she couldn't eat it, just like before.
Sun rolled her eyes at her; she was truly annoyed by her sister-in-law.
He's good for nothing, but he's the hardest to please.
Ye Panjiu hurriedly waved her hand, "That's enough, that's enough. I'll just eat the same food as everyone else next time."
The old man and his wife exchanged a surprised glance.
Their daughter seems to have changed after this ordeal!
I've become less inclined to experiment!
The thought of the three members of the Du family eating the white rice they had received from the Ye family filled Ye Panjiu with contempt for the original owner of this body.
This brainless behavior—not only rushing to fawn over the Du family herself, but also dragging the whole family along to do the same—made her feel physically disgusted.
Breakfast was eaten very quickly because there wasn't much to eat.
All the men of the Ye family went out with their machetes and baskets, hoping to chop some firewood, gather leftover grain from other people's fields, and dig up some wild vegetables.
Grandma Ye, Madam Sun, and Ye Guihua had already picked up needles and thread and started mending.
Liu was habitually clearing away the dishes.
Ye Panjiu was the only idle person in the family; she didn't have to do anything, and no one said anything to her.
Ye Panjiu didn't try to take on any jobs; she needed to find a way to make money quickly.
She walked around the Ye family's house, organizing information as she went.
This is a fictional dynasty, the Great Liang Dynasty.
She lives in Qingshui Village, a remote village in the northwest, which is now almost winter.
The original owner's father, Old Man Ye, whose full name was Ye Xingchao, was 66 years old. His mother, Old Lady Ye, whose full name was Luo Hehua, was 60 years old.
The eldest brother, Ye Daniu, married a woman surnamed Liu, and they had only two daughters.
The eldest daughter, Ye Cuihua, is already married, and the youngest daughter, Ye Guihua, is only 13 years old.
The second elder brother, Ye Erniu, married a woman surnamed Sun, and they had two sons.
The eldest son, Ye Lei, is 19 years old, but he has not been able to get married because his family is poor.
The youngest son, Ye Ming, is 15 years old this year. He studied for two years when he was young, but his education was cut short because the original owner of the house prioritized her husband's education.
The Ye family owns a fairly large area, after all, it's a rural area.
There is a yard in front of the house, and a vegetable garden in the back.
Ye Panjiu walked around the entire house, finally stopping in front of the firewood pile in the vegetable garden.
The firewood was all chopped to the same length and neatly piled into a small mountain.
She had an idea.
"Auntie, someone's here looking for you." Ye Guihua ran up quickly, her face flushed.
Ye Panjiu hurriedly turned around and followed her to the front yard.
At a glance, they spotted Granny Li, who was also panting heavily; she was the neighbor who didn't get along with the Du family.
"Panjiu, hurry up and come with me! Granny Du is hiding in the house selling high-ranking officials!" As soon as Granny Li saw her, she stepped forward and pulled her away.
Ye Panjiu slapped her forehead. There had been too many things to do since she transmigrated, and she hadn't seen this daughter's figure in the original owner's memories. She had forgotten about her.
Old Mrs. Ye was so angry that her face turned red. She stood up and shouted, "Da Niu's wife, Er Niu's wife, come along! The Du family is worse than pigs and dogs!"
As they walked along, Grandma Ye grew the group to more than a dozen people.
Everyone in Ye Family Village who had any connection with the Ye family came.
Just as the Du family was closing the door, intending to secretly sell their daughter, Ye Panjiu kicked the door open.
The slave trader looked back at the indenture he had almost pressed his fingerprint on, and glanced back with a mournful expression.
He was startled when he saw so many people, all looking so proud and arrogant.
Behind him stood a thin, pale-faced little girl with regular features; she was Ye Panjiu's daughter, Du Gaozhong.
Du Gaozhong glanced at her biological mother, her expression completely unmoved.
She didn't feel at all that her own mother had come to save her.
However, she turned her pleading eyes to her grandmother, Old Lady Ye.
When Grandma Ye saw it, she was heartbroken.
Granny Du quickly hid the few taels of silver and looked at Ye Panjiu with disgust.
Du Pengzhi frowned and stepped forward. "You wicked woman, didn't I tell you never to show your face in front of me again!"
Ye Panjiu crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?"
The original owner's aesthetic sense wasn't great either. Du Pengzhi looked like a weak scholar, with a pale face that never saw the sun, and a thin frame that looked like it could be blown over by a gust of wind.
Du Pengzhi was clearly stunned. He had never been talked back to like this by Ye Panjiu before. He pointed his finger at Ye Panjiu and said, "I'm not going to argue with an ignorant woman like you. Get out of my house right now!"
Ye Panjiu ignored him and turned to the slave trader, "So, how much silver did Du Gaozhong get?"
Without thinking, the slave trader blurted out, "Six taels."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is a scholar's daughter, and she's only worth six taels? You're swindling me, aren't you?" Ye Panjiu walked up to Du Gaozhong and secretly squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her.
Du Gaozhong avoided her hand.
Ye Panjiu was speechless. The original owner of this body was quite something to have even made her daughter dislike him so much.
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