Chapter 5: The Poorest Jiangjia Village in History
Jiang Fubao said nothing and listened quietly.
The original owner's memory only covers a period of one year.
After all, she was only three years old, and she had basically forgotten everything before the age of two.
Apart from some familiar people in Jiangjia Village, she knew almost nothing.
I don’t understand either.
Through the conversations among these people, Jiang Fubao had roughly figured it out.
This world is fictional and does not belong to any dynasty.
She is from the Tianling Kingdom, where the current emperor has been on the throne for twenty-three years.
In addition to the imperial city, Tianling Kingdom also has eleven provinces.
Jiangjia Village belongs to Ruling Prefecture, Rushu Province.
There are only two prefectures in the province of Xishu, one in the south and one in the north, and the customs are very different.
Moreover, people in the south eat rice and people in the north eat noodles, and the crops they grow are also very different. The main people of Ruling Prefecture grow rice, and the main people of Yingnan Prefecture grow wheat.
Ruling has five counties.
Qixi County, ranked fifth, is the poorest.
There are three towns under Qixi County.
The main town was Chang'an, where the county government was also located. It was the most prosperous town.
As for the remaining two, they are as poor as two brothers in distress, but Lianshan Town is much larger than Baishui Town.
Jiangjia Village is in Lianshan Town.
The town is shaped like a sphere, with the city in the middle and ten villages surrounding it.
They are named after the most common surname in the village and arranged in order of wealth.
The richest one is Zhangjia Village.
The poorest is Jiangjia Village.
Jiang Fubao almost laughed when he learned that his village was the poorest in the province.
When people travel through time, they either become princesses or queen consorts, or at least rich daughters.
And what about her.
If you don't wear it, it's fine. But if you wear it, you'll feel like you're wearing the poorest.
Thanks to the space at hand.
Otherwise, she might as well be reborn, which is better than traveling through time to this poor place to suffer.
It's almost noon and time to eat.
The grandfather and grandson left the village.
"You little naughty boy, why are you still sighing? Are you tired from walking? Come, let grandma carry you back."
Hearing her granddaughter sighing, Zhang Jinlan misunderstood her meaning and thought she was tired, so she squatted down and carried her on her back despite Jiang Fubao's objections.
Zhang Jinlan is very thin.
But the back is not hunched.
He is about 1.55 meters tall.
Although he is only in his forties, he looks like a man in his sixties.
After all, sixteen is considered late marriage here.
Coupled with the food shortage caused by overwork and natural disasters, people often went hungry and lacked nutrition, so living to the age of sixty could be considered a long life.
Unlike Jiang Fubao's rounded back, Zhang Jinlan's back is almost skin and bones.
Jiang Fubao's eyebrows were wrinkled.
Everyone in the Jiang family was pale and thin, except the original owner who was plump.
Just as Jiang Fubao was daydreaming, a little girl walked out of the alley.
Her hair was dry and yellow, her skin was dark, and her body was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
About six or seven years old.
The girl's triangular eyes stared at the backs of the grandfather and grandson.
There were clear slap marks on her cheeks, and her arms were bruised and purple, as if she had been pinched and beaten.
"He's still alive, what a jerk! He's lived so long!"
The girl cursed under her breath and turned away.
"Mom, you're back. Pingmei and I dug a basket of sprouts. We'll go cook after we finish picking them. By the way, Fubao, are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Zhu Yingqiu, who was sitting in the yard picking vegetables, saw them come back.
He asked loudly.
"Better, aunt."
With the memory of the original owner.
These names for Jiang Fubao come easily to mind.
After a while.
People from the Jiang family who worked in the fields came back one after another.
The whole family washed their hands and sat in the main room to prepare for dinner.
The Jiang family did not have the rule of having men and women sit at different tables, and sixteen people sat around the round table.
Jiang Fubao looked up and saw two plates of dark and green vegetables and a basin of reflective water on the table.
Oh no, it seems to be brown rice porridge.
I really have no appetite at all.
Just as she was struggling over whether to eat this pig-like meal, a bowl of fragrant egg custard was placed in front of her.
She looked up.
She saw her grandmother looking at her with a loving face.
"My dear granddaughter, eat. There are six eggs left. Our Fubao has been eating egg custard for the past few days."
Jiang Fubao, who had never felt the love of family, was suddenly stunned.
"Silly Fubao, why are you in a daze? Hurry up and eat. Don't you like eating egg custard the most on weekdays?" Jiang Tongmu saw his cousin in a daze and said with concern.
"Yes, eat quickly and eat until you are full. I will take you to the foot of the mountain in a few days."
"Is it too hot? Do you want me to help you cool it down?"
"Fubao must be so happy that he's stunned. The last time he had egg custard was before the Chinese New Year. This bowl is all yours. Fourth brother won't fight with you for it, little idiot."
"......"
I thought that grandma's partiality would make the brothers unhappy.
But hearing their caring words, Jiang Fubao's heart suddenly felt warm.
She thought for a few moments, climbed down from the stool, picked up the bowl, and walked around the table with a spoon, scooping some egg custard into everyone's bowl.
There are only two eggs. No matter how much water you put in, it will only fill up half a bowl. After dividing it, there is only one spoonful left in the bowl.
But Jiang Fubao was very happy.
Rather than eating alone, she prefers the feeling of sharing food with everyone.
Moreover, seeing the skinny Jiang family members, she felt a little distressed.
I'm afraid no one would be willing to eat such a delicious egg custard. After all, one egg can be exchanged for a lot of brown rice, and that brown rice is enough to cook a large pot of brown rice porridge for the whole family to have a delicious meal.
"Grandpa, grandma, daddy, mommy, uncle, aunt, brothers, let's eat together!"
Jiang Fubao called out one by one, not leaving anyone out. Then she took a spoon, scooped up the egg custard and put it into her mouth.
Same as last night.
Especially delicious.
"Look, our Fubao is so filial. Grandma will enjoy a peaceful life." Zhang Jinlan smiled from ear to ear. She pinched her granddaughter's chubby face and praised her.
"I will definitely make a lot of money and let grandma eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks."
Jiang Fubao's words made Zhang Jinlan smile.
"Okay, okay, grandma's been waiting for that day to come." Zhang Jinlan didn't take it seriously.
It's fine to just listen to the words of a three-year-old child. She only hopes that her granddaughter will grow up safely, marry into a good family, and live a smooth life.
She was content.
As for eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks, she didn't even dare to think about it.
The drought in the past two years has been so severe that rice cannot be grown.
Only drought-resistant crops can be grown.
The output is extremely low and the tax is extremely high, so it’s all in vain all year round.
She was thankful that she could fill her stomach and not starve to death.
"Okay, you all can eat. Fubao is generous and shares the egg custard with you. You should remember her kindness!"
Zhang Jinlan's expression suddenly became serious.
Only after her children and grandchildren fully agreed did her frown slowly relax.
Everyone in the Jiang family followed Jiang Fubao's example and ate the egg custard.
Salty, fresh, fragrant and smooth.
Who wouldn’t like this delicious egg custard?