Dazhuang was stumped.
The dogs we keep at home are there to guard the house, play with us, and stand up for us. They are absolutely not to be eaten! If anyone eats them, we'll cut ties with them!
However, an old man in the village said that dog meat was delicious, and he described it as something heavenly and unparalleled. He was so engrossed in talking about it that he couldn't resist coming back to Yue Jiuyue to ask for some dog meat. He never imagined that dog meat came from dogs.
"Waaah, don't eat their meat! You can't eat it!"
Dazhuang cried and cried, as if Yue Jiuyue was the one who wanted to eat dog meat.
Yue Jiuyue rolled her eyes. Seeing his snot and tears streaming down his face, she really wanted to take out her phone and take a picture of him so that he could look at his embarrassing past when he grew up.
What a pity! What a real pity!
"Okay, okay! I know! You won't eat dog meat anymore! I won't eat any of it!"
Yue Jiuyue didn't have any particular feelings about dog meat. For her, apart from mutton and beef having a strong gamey smell, which she rarely ate except for hot pot and barbecue, other meats were pretty much the same to her. When eating hot pot, she couldn't tell the difference between beef, mutton, and pork at all, and the same was true when eating barbecue.
Moreover, she is not someone who can't live without meat; she actually loves leafy green vegetables. She only craves meat occasionally, and won't stop until she's had her fill.
"Mmm! Grandma, no one will get any food!"
Just as Dazhuang was about to raise his arm to wipe the tears and snot off his face with his sleeve, a young servant who was taking care of him quickly wiped them clean with a handkerchief.
Yue Jiuyue watched with satisfaction, thinking that this servant was a good choice. Wiping tears with his sleeve was acceptable, but wiping snot with his sleeve was just too ridiculous.
Waving her hand to let the child go out to play, Yue Jiuyue looked up at the sky. White clouds were being slowly moved westward by the spring breeze. It was another sunny day. She didn't know how to read the sky and didn't know if it would rain in the next few days.
They say spring rain is as precious as oil, and this spring we've had a few rain showers. Spring planting started with the last rain, and now almost half a month has passed. If it doesn't rain again, how will the seeds in the soil germinate? In the end, we'll have to carry them up by hand again.
Farmers rely on the weather for their livelihood. If the weather is uncooperative, the harvest will be poor, and after paying the grain tax, it's uncertain whether there will be any grain left.
I was really terrified by the series of natural disasters that followed right after I transmigrated here.
Even if she had to go through it all again, she wouldn't starve.
Speaking of "death," I wonder if she'll be reincarnated in the underworld when she suddenly disappears one day? Or will she return to her original world? Or will she travel to another world?
She knew she was overthinking things, and it was all because she was too idle. But she didn't want to get busy. She had worked so hard to achieve this laid-back lifestyle, and she wanted to make the most of it.
What if she has to start all over again in her next life?
It's fine if she loses her memories, but if she accidentally retains the memories of this life, she'll probably feel like she's lost out big time.
Memory is truly a wonderful and wonderful thing.
With her memories intact, everything she learned, except for what she forgot to her teacher, was somehow useful.
However, because of some bad memories, she can never live an easy life; the memories are so deep!
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