She Only Cares About Cultivation

Although this woman has a big mouth and makes mistakes, one shouldn’t beat her to death like this. She said in front of her in-law’s house that she wanted ten yuan, but she was really trying to teach them a lesson. If they don’t take good care of people, they can’t blame her for being rude with them. You say people are already crazy, already like that, who will give her ten yuan?

Don’t mind her shouting that fiercely; in fact, from the beginning, she never thought she could have that ten yuan in her hands.

Now that her family has taken her away, as long as she doesn’t come to disturb, whether or not to give ten yuan, what does it matter?

"Xiao’an, you’re really kind-hearted. In that case, why not find a few people in the village to help tidy up the kitchen?"

"Village chief, no need to bother everyone. In the future, I’ll just eat at school during noon. As for the shelter, when everyone is free, we can talk about it later. It’s the busy farming season now, no need to rush."

Actually, it doesn’t matter whether they build it or not. Before long, all those pots and pans will be taken away. No one has any metal left, so why bother with that?

She simply dismantled the kitchen platform, put everything into space, and cooked there. As for building a shelter, she’ll wait for Qiuxia and her sisters to come home on break. The three of them can do it themselves; she doesn’t want to interact too much with the village people.

Returning home to see the dark and messy house, her mood also became depressed. Yet she sighed, accepted her fate, took out the stove tools, washed them clean with water, organized them into space, and by the time she finished, it was almost dark.

She emptied the bone scraps collected in the space for Nut, patted its head, and praised it: "Good job, Nut, you’re really amazing!"

Feeling lazy in the evening, she took out a flower crab, some big shrimp, paired with nori, and brewed a small pot of seafood porridge. The mother and daughter enjoyed it happily.

Crabs are cooling, so she dared not use much, just one crab. She served shrimp and nori mainly to the child. Seven or eight months old, a little crab eggs won’t hurt, it’s not every day.

Fortunately, the child’s health is pretty good, with no allergic symptoms. After the meal, mother and daughter took Nut out for a walk.

With the sky too dark, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Even if there are stars, they don’t help much. Mainly, there are no lights everywhere in this era. To save money on oil lamps, every family eats before dark, so she only dared to walk near the door, not far away.

The walk lasted until past eight o’clock in the evening. Sleeping too early wasn’t an option, so she took her daughter into space to play. Once she was tired and fell asleep on the grass, she then got busy with her own tasks. Today, she planted taro in space, planning to make something delicious with them.

Taro is wholly precious; after picking the taro shoots, she peeled the skin, diced them, and put them in a jar to marinate.

After doing all this, she was quite exhausted, with dark brown marks left on her hands due to labor. She washed them off after a long soak with hot water and plant ashes.

After washing, she soaked them in aloe juice, which she squeezed and saved in a small jar after planting them in space. When her hands were dry, she’d dip them in, rub them together to let them absorb. It worked better than any cosmetic, made her hands smooth and bright. They looked great and no longer dark and ugly.

Perhaps because she protects her skin well, despite daily labor, she doesn’t have a noticeable rough and coarse feel.

After finishing everything, she collected some water, heated it, washed in a large wooden tub, then laid down with her daughter to sleep in space.

With no outsiders at home, if she can sleep in space, she won’t sleep outside. After all, the abundant Spiritual Energy here benefits the body.

In space, she used straw to make a bedding mat and placed a blanket on top. At twenty degrees or so, sleeping with a thin blanket is quite comfortable.

Waking naturally, it was still utterly dark outside, uncertain what time it was.

The taro shoots marinated overnight had already dehydrated. She took them out, washed them clean in water, then put them in a clean water-permeable cloth bag. She pressed them with a big stone outside for further dehydration. By dawn, most of the water was out. She sprinkled them with coarse salt, mixed well, sealed them in a jar for half a month.