The Jiang family was very poor. Although there were more than ten people in the family, they didn't have many houses, only nine rooms.
The kitchen and the main room each occupied one room, Old Mrs. Jiang and Old Mr. Jiang each had one room, and the other three households each had two rooms.
When Su Wan'er was still in the Jiang family, she lived in the same room as Jiang Xun since she was a child. When Su Wan'er got older, Jiang Xun moved to the eldest son's house and squeezed into the same room with his two older brothers, while Su Wan'er had a room to herself.
Now that Su Wan'er has returned to the Su family, Jiang Wanwan will be living in this room.
"Wanwan, you'll be living here from now on." Lu Mingzhu said, holding a candle in her right hand and pushing open the dilapidated door in front of her with her left.
The door was quite old, and it made a creaking sound when pushed open.
Jiang Wanwan walked into the house, and through the dim light, the entire house came into view.
The room was neither too big nor too small, with a wooden plank bed placed quietly against the wall in the corner. On the plank bed was a straw mat, a pillow, and a thin quilt.
There was a small window directly opposite the entrance, and in front of the window was a rectangular solid wood table and a solid wood chair.
Opposite the bed was a large wooden box used to store clothes, and nothing else.
Perhaps because there weren't many items in the room, it appeared very tidy and clean. Or perhaps Lu Mingzhu had tidied up the room early on; otherwise, given Su Wan'er's lazy and greedy nature, the room wouldn't have been so neat.
Lu Mingzhu stood somewhat awkwardly beside Jiang Wanwan, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and said embarrassedly, "Wanwan, our family is poor, not like the General's Mansion. But I've already washed all the quilts on the bed, I hope you won't mind."
Also, there are two sets of clothes in this box. Don't worry, these aren't Wan'er's leftovers; your mother made them for you from fresh fabric."
Lu Mingzhu walked to the large wooden chest opposite the bed, opened it, and revealed two sets of clothes inside. Everything was prepared, inside and out.
Although the fabric of these two outfits is not as fine as the silk used in the general's mansion, the inner garments are made of soft, comfortable, and breathable fine cotton.
The Jiang family struggled to even afford food, yet Lu Mingzhu and Jiang Jialin were willing to spend several hundred coins to sew two sets of clothes for Jiang Wanwan. The inner garment was even made of fine cotton, which was quite a rare treat.
It should be noted that few farming households are willing to use fine cotton cloth to make clothes; most choose coarse cloth.
Even if clothes are made of coarse cloth, it's hard to wear new clothes even once a year.
If it is a poor family with many children, then the saying goes, "The eldest is new, the second is old, and the third is patched up. New for three years, old for three years, and patched up for another three years."
The Jiang family is an example of this.
Thinking of this, a warm feeling washed over Jiang Wanwan.
It's clear that Lu Mingzhu and Jiang Jialin have tried their best to give her the best of everything.
The two men, however, still tried to please her carefully, fearing that she would despise the Jiang family, despise them, and disown them.
Jiang Jialin and Lu Mingzhu are a good pair of parents.
Unlike her parents before she time-traveled, who would call her every few days to complain about being poor and try to squeeze money out of her to support her younger brother.
At this moment, she felt the deep love of her father and mother from Jiang Jialin and Lu Mingzhu.
It turns out that the greatness of parental love lies not in constantly demanding from their children, but in always being worried that they are not giving enough.
Jiang Wanwan was moved but also felt a pang of sadness. She suppressed her emotions and forced a sincere smile, saying, "Mom, this is already very good. The room is clean and tidy, with a bed and blankets. It's neither cold nor wet. I really like this room. Thank you so much, Mom and Dad, for spending so much money on me."
"Hehehe, silly child, I am your mother, no need to thank me." Lu Mingzhu said gently, then reached out and held Jiang Wanwan's hands tightly.
Those hands were small, with calluses on the palms, not soft and delicate, but the palms were dry and warm, giving a strange sense of peace.
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