Unfortunately, beggars without household registration cannot do work or sell themselves; they can only steal or rob to barely make ends meet.
Fortunately, she now has a registered residence, family, and mutton to eat.
Jiang Sheng was overjoyed, but when she turned her head, she saw Tan Yue with red eyes and Old Madam Jiang with a solemn expression.
Realizing she had misspoke, she quickly corrected herself, "I'm doing great now, much better than a maid. My elder brother even registered me in the household, and I get to eat meat every day."
It can also make money, and even give money to others.
Before she could say any of these words, Old Madam Jiang pulled her into her arms and hugged her tightly.
Come to think of it, Jiang Sheng has hardly ever hugged anyone.
Most of the time, she would excitedly pounce on her second brother, or lean against her eldest brother for a while when she was carsick. Aunt Zhang would occasionally hug her when she cried, but never with the same force as this time, as if she wanted to knead her into her very bones.
Jiang Sheng struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up and behaved herself.
At that moment, she heard her grandmother's heartbeat, smelled a reassuring scent, and felt a hand gently stroking or patting her back with a strange rhythm.
Jiang Sheng's eyelids began to droop. It's easy to feel sleepy after a full meal, and nestled in this warm and comforting embrace, she quickly drifted off to sleep.
In my dream, she was wrapped in swaddling clothes, unable to speak, only able to cry with her mouth open.
Every time the baby cried out twice, a woman with black hair would come over, humming a song and rhythmically patting the swaddling clothes, "Good girl, eat your fill, go to sleep, Grandma is here, don't cry."
Just like now.
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