How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Wang Fugui took a bamboo board. Xia Chu told him the flowers and numbers, and he carved into it with a knife. But it wasn't written, as he couldn't read. These symbols were his family's own creation, and only they could understand them.

Xia Chu counted the money and stopped, and before leaving, she asked to go see Grandma Chang. Wang Fugui naturally agreed and took them to his mother's room.

Their house was quite nice, with black tiles and blue bricks, but it wasn't very big. The room was a little messy, but the window screens were clean and let in sunlight.

The room was filled with a pungent medicinal smell, like bruise oil. Grandma Chang had injured her tailbone and could only lie on her stomach. Hearing the noise, she turned around and saw Xia Chu and He Cuihua. She said with surprise, "Miss Wang! You and that girl are both fine. That's great, that's great."

"Grandma Chang, are you okay?" Xia Chu had a good impression of this quick-witted and cheerful old lady. Yesterday, she had been trying to stop them and had been pushed to the ground. Although the culprit was her nephew, Xia Chu would not vent her anger on her.

"Okay, it's okay. I'm just old and can't stand the fall." Grandma Chang smiled and replied, "Fugui, go and pour tea for the guests."

"Hey, hey." Wang Fugui responded and was about to go.

"No, I'm leaving now. It's getting late." Xia Chu put the money next to Grandma Chang's pillow. She was worried that Wang Fugui would gamble with it if she gave it to him. "Grandma Chang, you should have a good rest."

"It's too much, half is enough." Grandma Chang wanted to return the money to her, but she couldn't get up. "We agreed that if you come again, I will only charge you half, take it back quickly."

"You have something going on at home, so keep it. Give me a discount after it's over." Xia Chu said and went out. Zhang Zhou was waiting at the door.

Wang Fugui chased after her, "Miss Wang, please take it back. My mother is so anxious that she wants to get out of bed." However, since he was a man, it was not easy for him to step forward and pull the money, so he could only hold the money and worry.

"Keep it. Have you paid off your gambling debts?" Xia Chu waved her hand. "Don't gamble again."

"Thanks to Miss Wang, the gambling house allowed us to pay it back slowly and without raising the interest." Wang Fugui's eyes reddened as he said sincerely, "I did something wrong, and I made my parents suffer. I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again."

I didn't expect the gambling house to be so lenient with Wang Fugui. Perhaps they were frightened by Zhao Huazhang. This is good. I still have a place to buy flowers in the future.

Cuihua lifted the carriage curtain and saw Wang Fugui with his head bowed and his shoulders shaking, as if he were crying. She thought to herself: If an ordinary person encountered something like this, even if they didn't hold a grudge, they would inevitably feel disgusted. Lin'an is so big, there must be many places selling flowers. The young lady came to this house out of kindness, probably wanting to help them.

I slept too much during the day, and it was a little hard to fall asleep at night. But not sleeping is not an option either, because if my body clock gets messed up again, it will be difficult to adjust it.

She got up and found the calming incense that the abbot of Baiyun Temple had given her. Just as she was about to light it, she remembered there was no incense burner in the room. She took out the incense ball that Zhao Huazhang had given her, lit the incense, and used scissors to put the burning part in.

Then I held the aromatherapy ball in my hand and examined it. After all these years, it hadn't changed color or aged at all. And no matter how I flipped it, the small compartment in the middle for the incense always faced upwards. I think there's something called a rolling lantern that does the same thing: you kick it and roll it on the ground, and the candle in the middle won't fall out.

The wisdom and craftsmanship of our ancestors will always amaze people.

The aroma slowly filled the air, and Xia Chu didn't know when she fell asleep. In her dream, she was back in her childhood, when she was still setting up shop. Zhao Huazhang was still a young, immature boy, his face flushed, but he refused to leave. He would also buy a bunch of cold drinks for them to drink.

"Xia Chu, this is for you to play with." Zhao Huazhang shyly took out the warmed aromatherapy ball from his arms.

In the dream, Xia Chu did not refuse, and a pleasant aroma of rice porridge wafted out of the aromatherapy ball...

Hmm? The aroma of rice porridge?

Xia Chu woke up instantly, and it was already bright outside. The aroma of porridge leaked through the window, making her feel hungry. She quickly got up.

Jia Qingwu's new house was finally completed, and she invited the Wang and Dong families to come and warm up the house. Dong Xiaohuan readily agreed and even took time out to accompany her to choose furniture for the house.

She has lived in Lin'an for half her life, and she knows exactly which stores have good and cheap products and which stores have unreasonable prices.

Jia Qingwu was very grateful and pulled Xia Chu to pick together.

As the new house was gradually decorated, Xia Chu suddenly felt a sense of belonging here. Jia Qingwu built her a three-story embroidery building.

Every furnishing in the house, every table and chair, were all chosen by her herself, and their placement was based on her own ideas.

Opening the window, you can see a small bridge and flowing water. In the corner of the yard, a clump of purple bamboo has been transplanted. A swing is placed next to the bamboo forest. The ground around the swing is still bare, but it will be filled with early summer flowers in time.

Since the recognition of his relatives, he has enjoyed the life of the wealthy class. Xia Chu leaned against the window, listening to the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the bamboo leaves.

Comfortable and beautiful.

"Do you like it, Xia Xia?" Jia Qingwu helped her tie the gauze by the window. In fact, from her expression, it can be seen that Xia Chu is very satisfied, but she just wants to ask.

"I like it." Xia Chu said with a smile.

Jia Qingwu hesitated for a moment, then asked nervously, "Would you like to move in with me?"

Xia Chu was stunned for a moment. She naturally wanted to live there after everything was arranged. But she was reluctant to leave the Wang family, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Jia Qingwu had always been obedient to her. Seeing her embarrassment, she immediately changed her tone and said, "I'm just asking casually. You can come anytime you want. Our house is always open to you."

Xia Chu pursed her lips, opened her arms and hugged her, "Thank you, mother."

Jia Qingwu had another idea, why not bring the Wang family over to live with her? The house was big anyway, and it would be too lonely for her to live alone. But she gave up after just a thought. They were living well in their own homes, so why would they move in and live under someone else's roof? She sighed secretly. Forget it, being able to see her daughter often was enough. She reached out and stroked Xia Chu's long hair. It was already good enough now, so she couldn't be too greedy.

"Oh, this place is so big." Dong Xiaohuan looked around. "Mom, look. There's a stream here. It must be a lot cooler in the summer."

"Yes, this house is really nice." Dong's mother nodded repeatedly. She had never been to such a house in her life.

"It's almost as big as half a village." said Dong's father.

"You can soak your feet in the summer!" Wang Qiuyu took off his shoes, sat on the ground and put his feet in the water. "It's cool!"

"Wang Qiuyu!" Wang Yong lowered his voice, "Get up!"

"It's okay, Brother Wang," Jia Qingwu said, just as she was about to greet him. "Let him play as much as he wants. It's hot this summer. But he can't play for too long. He'll get sick from the feet." She said the last sentence to Wang Qiuyu. Her face was full of smiles, and her tone was gentle. It was obvious that she really didn't mind.

"Okay~" Wang Qiuyu really liked Aunt Qingwu. Aunt Qingwu was the most gentle person he had ever met. However, he still liked his mother the most, even though she could be mean sometimes.