She Only Cares About Cultivation

But she couldn’t just mistreat herself for their sake, so she often secretly cooked pot-wrapped meat and iron pot stewed goose in the space.

Although she didn’t kill right in front of the ducks, she ate in front of them, and as time went on, it became harder for her to catch chickens, ducks, and geese to eat, which worried her greatly.

Could it be that those grown eating Space Spiritual Grass and Spiritual Spring water are indeed smart and spiritual?

She could eat four to five meals in one cooking session, but didn’t dare eat consecutively, fearing weight gain.

During this era, you absolutely couldn’t find fat people. If someone was overweight, it was either due to illness and weakness or because they were sneaky and had good family conditions. If you could find three to five out of one hundred people, that would be extraordinary!

The only inconvenience might be the standard winter gear of thick cotton jackets, cotton pants, scarves, and fur hats for going out, making walking a bit like a penguin. If traveling far, eyelids and scarves might form a layer of white frost; it was truly cold, especially during teaching at the village committee. Without the crowd and a lit furnace, one might freeze to death. Still, it couldn’t compare to being at home.

Fortunately, the village committee wasn’t far, but due to thick snow, it took at least 20 to 30 minutes to reach. Villages during this era weren’t like modern times where households were side by side; people found places and built freely, usually with large families living together in a grouped fashion. Living alone in a corner, she was quite an anomaly.

Teaching adults had pros and cons. The pros were that they understood quickly; the cons were a lack of cooperation in homework. In such cases, she wouldn’t stubbornly confront them. There was no point in making enemies; she chose the lenient approach. Those who learned well had the chance to advance, and those who didn’t remained as ordinary people—the same as children, learning always relied on oneself and couldn’t depend on others to achieve success.

A laid-back teacher perfectly described her. Preparing and teaching well was enough to satisfy the tasks given by the leadership. Whether people listened or learned, she couldn’t help it. She had no time nor desire to let this matter take up her own time. Fortunately, the leaders knew the temperament of their village people; otherwise, why would they have someone maintaining order during classes? Chaotic people weren’t scarce. Without discipline maintenance, they would cause upheaval.

The village chief’s only requirement was that at least you could write your name, home address, family size, and personal background clearly.

At least you should clearly calculate accounts!

If you couldn’t even reach this basic entry-level standard, what had you been learning these past few months?

On a bright and cold afternoon, An Yi was entertaining An Ran at home. The child who just passed the month aged noticeably day by day, plump and tender, highly adorable no matter how you looked at her—she wasn’t even her own child but after raising her for about a month, she didn’t feel tired, as there were others to help. Like playing games, the child grew.

The maternal instincts between the three were unstoppable once released. They would pinch her cheeks, kiss her toes, and gently squeeze her chubby bottom when changing diapers. When teasing her, she would laugh heartily, making her endearing.

Then, during this lovely afternoon, a piercing wail startled An Yi’s hand to tremble. Though she didn’t live in the village center, her hearing was good. Plus, winter in the countryside was very quiet; when no snow was falling, there was no sound of snow landing. Only occasionally when people walked did you hear crunching on snow.

The two sisters, seeing the child asleep, went home to rest and do their own things. Unexpectedly, shortly after leaving, such a dreadful sound emerged from the village.

She wanted to see what happened but the child was only wearing light cotton pants and a jacket, making it inconvenient to carry her out. So, she waited for the sisters to return and inquire about the situation.

Who knew within ten minutes, Caihua came running over, breathless: "Sister, hurry, Third Aunt’s grandson fell into the pot."

Everyone knew that in the Northeast, beds had spots to place pots. Feeling it was dangerous, she had the pot platform built in the hall, but the stove floor was connected to the bedroom. Yet, some families had the pot right by the bedside, which was fine in summer when not used often, only lighting up to chase away mold smell, but winter was daily use. In this situation, it posed the greatest danger for children, with incidents of falling into pots heard almost every year.