Damn it.
I'm so hungry.
Shuiqing woke up in pain and hunger.
Wasn't she dead?
As a successful businesswoman who has worked her way up, she is childless and plagued by illness.
Before her death, she donated all her wealth to girls in impoverished mountain areas to help them complete their studies and leave the mountains.
How can a dead person still feel pain in the back of their head and hunger?
"Mother, there are some steamed buns that my eldest sister secretly took away while cooking. You should eat them quickly so that Grandma and Auntie don't find out."
A timid little voice came from behind, accompanied by a thin hand handing her a hot steamed bun.
Her arms were as thin as sticks.
Her thin face was framed by a pair of large, clear eyes.
His clothes were dark and grayish.
Patches were stacked on top of each other.
Pieces of wood here and there, broken and dilapidated.
And, look at the child's ancient costume!
Shui Qing looked completely bewildered.
Is she wearing something?
The child in front of me was clearly malnourished, and he unconsciously swallowed as he stared at the dark, mushy steamed bun in his hand.
Even if she was very hungry and craved the steaming hot food in her hands, the little girl didn't hesitate to eat it.
When she looked at her 'mother', her eyes were full of heartache and worry.
Seeing that her mother was hesitant to take the steamed bun, Er Ya became a little anxious. Her eldest sister had repeatedly told her to give her mother the bun to help her recover.
Er Ya shoved the steamed buns in her hands into her mother's hands and said worriedly, "Mother, you've bled a lot from the back of your head. You need to eat more to replenish your strength."
Shui Qing looked at the dark, scalding hot steamed bun in her hand, which was obviously freshly cooked.
My stomach was growling, and my hands and feet were already weak and powerless from hunger.
She swallowed hard and took a big bite.
At that moment, Shuiqing almost burst into tears.
It's absolutely awful!
It looks like a white steamed bun, only different in color, but when you swallow it, it's hard and not fluffy or soft at all.
It's mixed with nothing but wheat bran; in China, that would be pig feed!
No, even pigs eat better than this!
She forced herself to swallow it, only to find the not-quite-finely-ground wheat bran irritating her throat.
The thought of eating these dark-colored steamed buns every day from now on makes Shuiqing want to go back to the kitchen and start over.
Er Ya mistook the tears in Shui Qing's eyes for excitement and said with heartache, "Is it delicious? Mother, eat slowly, don't rush."
Shui Qing: ...Did she hear that right? This is delicious?
While gently patting Shuiqing's back, Er Ya comforted her, saying, "Auntie gave birth to four sons. Grandma said she is a great contributor to our Fan family."
Grandma has always favored my eldest brother's wife, Mother, how can you not see that?"
Taking this opportunity, Shui Qing quickly organized the memories of the original owner in her mind.
The original owner's name was Hu Shuiqing, and her husband was Fan Jin, a scholar who had not yet passed the county-level imperial examination.
Fortunately, he was hardworking and could earn fifty-three coins a day by copying books in the city—a very high income for a family in the village who toiled in the fields.
The couple has five children: two daughters and three sons.
The eldest and second eldest are two daughters, aged eleven and ten respectively. They don't have formal names; they are simply called Daya and Erya.
The third child, Fan Jiang, is nine years old.
The fourth child, Fan He, is eight years old.
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