Lin Qinghuan walked to the door of the room, touched the pull switch, pulled it down, and the light turned on immediately, illuminating the entire room with a soft glow.
Lin Qinghuan walked to the bedside, plopped down on it, leaned back, and lay lazily on the bed.
After walking all day, Lin Qinghuan was exhausted, her whole body ached, and she lay in bed, not wanting to move at all.
Lin Piaoxue returned to her room after washing the dishes and saw Lin Qinghuan lying on the bed. She was secretly furious. That brat! She didn't even want to wash the dishes.
Lin Piaoxue slammed the door shut with a loud "bang," but Lin Qinghuan wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, she was quite happy.
The louder the door slammed, the angrier Lin Piaoxue was. Lin Qinghuan wished Lin Piaoxue would be so angry that she would be reborn, die, and come back to life repeatedly.
next day
Just as dawn was breaking, Lin Qinghuan was awakened by a knocking sound at the door.
Lin's mother knocked on the door and called out, "Lin Qinghuan, get up quickly and go fetch water."
Lin Qinghuan yawned lazily, slowly sat up, and looked towards the door with a mocking expression. She didn't call her three sons, but instead asked her youngest daughter to fetch water. She was truly speechless.
"Lin Qinghuan, did you hear me? Get up and fetch water right now!" Lin's mother urged loudly from outside the door.
Lin Qinghuan got up lazily, dressed, and then slowly picked up a comb and began to comb her hair.
Lin's mother yelled for a long time, but Lin Qing still didn't get up. Furious, she pounded on the door even harder.
"Bang, bang..."
Lin Piaoxue was awakened by the knocking on the door and shouted loudly at the door, "Mom, what are you yelling about so early in the morning? Can't a person get any sleep?"
Lin's mother paused in her knocking. In order not to disturb Lin Piaoxue's sleep, she could only leave reluctantly, go to the kitchen to wash rice and cook porridge, and then chop vegetable leaves and mix them with bran to feed the chickens.
When Lin Qinghuan saw that her mother had given up knocking on the door because of Lin Piaoxue's dissatisfaction, a mocking look appeared on her face. What a good mother.
Lin Qinghuan opened the door to the room, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and looked into the distance. The mountains stretched endlessly, and the clouds and mist swirled among them, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.
The fresh air rushed towards Lin Qinghuan, making her feel refreshed and relaxed.
Lin Qinghuan gently closed her eyes. A gentle breeze caressed her cheeks, ruffling the strands of hair that fell across her face. She felt a sense of peace, which allowed her to temporarily forget the time, the place, and her troubles, enjoying a moment of tranquility.
Lin's mother walked to the kitchen door and saw Lin Qinghuan standing there dumbfounded. She said angrily, "Lin Qinghuan, what are you doing standing at the door? Hurry up and fetch some water."
Lin Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes, a hint of displeasure flashing across her clear, bright eyes. She couldn't find a moment of peace!
Lin Qinghuan glanced coldly at her mother, then began brushing her teeth and washing her face.
Lin's mother was frozen by Lin Qinghuan's cold gaze and dared not urge Lin Qinghuan to fetch water again. She turned around and went back into the kitchen.
After washing up, Lin Qinghuan picked up the bucket and headed towards the well.
A middle-aged man in his forties with a kind face walked towards her carrying a full load of water. When he saw Lin Qinghuan, he didn't even look at her directly, as if he didn't know her. He just walked past her with the water.
His name is Lin Ling, his surname is Lin, and he and his father share the same ancestor.
Holy crap! We're all from the same village, from the same ancestor, we see each other all the time, this is ridiculous! The original owner didn't do anything heinous, why are you ignoring her like this?
Lin Qinghuan curled her lip and gave a haughty snort. Today you ignore me, but tomorrow you'll be begging for my attention.
Lin Qinghuan continued walking forward, carrying the buckets of water.
"Squeak, squeak..."
Lin Qinghuan heard a creaking sound behind her, turned around and saw a young woman, about twenty years old, wearing a floral shirt, black pants and blue cloth shoes, carrying two iron buckets as she walked from behind.
This young woman is Wang Yu'e, the wife of Li Cheng from the same village.
When Wang Yu'e saw Lin Qinghuan looking at her, she turned her face to one side, as if looking at Lin Qinghuan for too long would dirty her eyes.
Damn it, she knew from the original owner's memories that she was not likable, but when she experienced it firsthand, Lin Qinghuan still wanted to curse.
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