Early in the morning, before the sun had even had a chance to evaporate the dew from the plants, everyone in the Zhao family, except for the two great-grandchildren, got up very early.
With so many people around, the noise was naturally loud, and Zhao Qingyan was woken up by the noise.
I just woke up and I'm still a little dazed.
Looking at the exposed rafters on the unfinished roof and listening to the chatter of my relatives, I suddenly understood what the warmth and life of everyday life truly meant.
Isn't this kind of life a kind of happiness?
I stretched and felt relaxed all over; perhaps it was because my body and soul were more in harmony.
At that moment, she had the illusion that she was originally a member of the Zhao family.
He got up and opened the box.
I rummaged through the clothes to find clean ones; the clothes I changed out of last night hadn't been washed yet.
I finally found a green outfit.
Another problem arose: the clothes were a bit complicated, and she wasn't very good at wearing them.
Following the original owner's memories, they spent half a day working on it.
I finally managed to put on the layers of skirts, or rather, I had to tie them up; it was really troublesome.
"Even with these layers of binding, there's still a risk of them falling off."
Why not make a straight-cut top with a strap, or a dress?
It's convenient, safe, and saves on fabric. I don't know what the ancients were thinking..."
He was getting dressed while complaining.
Now that I'm dressed, it's time to comb my hair.
As she smoothed her hair, she touched the cloth wrapped around her head.
Then I remembered that I had injured my forehead, and I didn't know what it looked like. I had to check it out.
I closed my eyes and sensed the space; sure enough, the space was still there.
With a thought, he stood in front of the full-length mirror in the space and slowly untied the cloth strip on his head.
It hurts a little as I peel away the layers.
Seeing the ointment applied to the wound, Zhao Qingyan felt a chill run down her spine.
If it gets infected, it will definitely leave a scar.
I took a dressing kit, used tweezers to hold an iodine-soaked cotton ball, and cleaned away the dark substance that was applied to the wound.
Despite the pain, I carefully observed the area and thankfully there was no infection.
The wound is a bit big.
I applied a sterile gauze dressing and then wrapped a new layer of gauze around it.
The new gauze is too white; it's obviously not from this era.
After thinking about it, and suppressing my nausea, I still wrapped the old strips of cloth that I had taken off with me.
After treating her wound, Zhao Qingyan began to reflect on why she hadn't treated it last night.
The final conclusion is that the Huang family possesses magic.
As soon as those hands slapped her, she could fall asleep immediately.
Little did they know, Zhao Qingyan grew up being patted by Huang Shi.
Logically speaking, Zhao Qingyan was the first child of the third wife, so she should at least be pampered and cared for, if not spoiled.
Mrs. Ma was somewhat sexist and didn't have enough breast milk. Her daughter, who was chubby and fair at birth, didn't gain any weight by the time she was a month old.
The children were also pampered and left in a mess, all dirty.
Mrs. Huang couldn't bear to see her granddaughter suffer, so she spent a lot of money to buy a dairy goat.
With her granddaughter's food supply secured, Ma's feeding function was no longer required.
He took his granddaughter into his room and cared for her until she was 5 years old.
In order to give his granddaughter a separate room, two more rooms were specially built in the west wing.
After all, they are all granddaughters. Zhao Qingyan has two older sisters who live with their parents. It's wrong to be too biased.
So, of the rooms that were added, Zhao Qingyan occupied one, while Zhao Qingyi from her eldest uncle's family and Zhao Qinglin from her second uncle's family occupied the other.
The treatment of the Zhao family's daughters was thus fixed, and Zhao Qingyan would always be the old lady's darling.
No one in the Zhao family expressed envy or jealousy.
The original owner of this body was a sensible child from a young age.
She has never been very talkative, and because she has been strong since childhood, when she goes out with her sisters, she always takes care of them.
The original owner of this body did the most work.
When they went out to collect firewood, the older women might have trouble carrying even a small bundle, while the original owner could carry 5-6 times the amount of firewood at once.
Because of this, none of the sisters in the family felt that the original owner was favored; in fact, they felt that the original owner had suffered too much and was too pitiful.
As a result, the original owner received more favoritism from her family.
Including that special large bowl that was comparable to a rice trough, the whole family thought it was the most reasonable thing to do, and no one was jealous.
In another day, the Zhao family's work should be finished, and breakfast will naturally be more substantial, consisting of wild vegetable soup and flatbread.
Today, I also cracked a few eggs into the wild vegetable soup and added a chopstickful of lard. It smelled alright.
As for the pancakes, Zhao Qingyan couldn't tell what they were; their colors were very complicated.
Thinking back, it must have been sorghum that hadn't been hulled and was ground up together to make dry rations, which were hard and scratchy on the throat.
The food served by the Zhao family is now considered the best in Zhao Family Village.
The harvests have been poor these past two years, so no one has much surplus grain.
For breakfast, Zhao Qingyan received an egg as a treat, a privilege that even her 4-year-old son and 2-year-old daughter did not receive.
Looking at the eggs in front of her, Zhao Qingyan couldn't bring herself to eat them.
I'm not a child anymore, and besides, there's so much food in the space.
After thinking for a moment, I cracked the egg, peeled it, broke it in half, and put it in my grandpa's and grandma's bowls respectively.
The elderly couple saw this and knew it wouldn't do, so they picked it up and tried to put it back into Zhao Qingyan's bowl.
"Grandpa, Grandma, you eat, I ate such a big bowl yesterday."
I want to save room for another pancake. Are my grandparents going to prevent me from having an extra one?
Mrs. Huang patted her granddaughter's head.
"Good, good, our sweet girl has grown up and knows how to be filial to her grandparents."
The elderly couple still divided the egg in half and put it in Zhao Qingyan's bowl. So, Zhao Qingyan ate half an egg, and the elderly couple ate half an egg together.
Breakfast truly made Zhao Qingyan experience the feeling of shooting herself in the foot.
He was being cheeky and insisted on eating another pancake.
As a result, the elderly couple each put a pancake in her bowl.
Zhao Qingyan nearly choked to death after just the first bite.
This breakfast taught me what it means to eat until your chest hurts.
Under the loving gaze of the elderly couple, he had no choice but to eat.
One meal was enough for Zhao Qingyan to fully understand the hardships of life for farmers in ancient times.
The Zhao family is already considered one of the wealthiest families in the village, and this is the meal they get?
On the other hand, the whole family, even the youngest daughter, ate with great relish.
Am I being overly dramatic?
At this moment, Zhao Qingyan had no other thoughts.
Two things: one is how to legitimately take the food out of the space.
Secondly, we need to find ways to make money and improve the Zhao family's standard of living.
Otherwise, with chest and stomach pains every day, she estimated she would die young.
To overcome her stutter, Zhao Qingyan decided to give it her all.
After the meal, he wanted to go to the fields with them, but Huang stopped him.
"My dear girl, you just got injured on your head, you need to rest it, it's hot in the fields."
You'll definitely sweat if you do work, and your wounds will hurt and won't heal easily.
If it gets serious, it could be terrible. You don't want to have a big scar on your head, do you?
That's too ugly; I'll never find a husband that way.
Huang spoke to Zhao Qingyan in a tone that was used to coax a child.
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