Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Madam Ji was from the south, with a petite figure. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore her daughter's silver lotus hairpin. She wore a plain, narrow-hemmed dress with two loops. The slightly wide cuffs were tied tightly with a rope to make it easier for her hands to sew.

She wore intricately embroidered shoes with lotus flowers, and perhaps because she hadn't had many children, her figure was delicate. Perhaps it was because she was a mother, worrying over and over again for her daughter, and the lingering melancholy and sentimentality in her heart crept onto her face and forehead.

"God bless! May our young lady be healthy and our Ji family be safe!" Xia Aiai stopped, clasped her hands together and bowed towards the Famen Temple in the south of the city.

Upon hearing this, Madam Ji subconsciously stopped and prepared to put her hands together, but then she remembered something and glanced towards her daughter. She saw her daughter staring at Xia Xiaoxiao's actions and rolling her eyes. She caught her in the act, and couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, okay, I won't bow, I won't bow!"

Xia Xiaoxiao, who had been muttering to herself, put down her hand upon hearing this and turned sideways to explain, "Shushu, this is free...if you are sincere, it will work. We won't go to Famen Temple, we can just pray and be done with it..."

Wangshu said nothing, lifted the thin blanket covering her belly, stood up and stretched, her light pink skirt hanging down, and she raised her wide sleeves to cover her face as she yawned.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and it was just a blatant self-consolation method for making money. The original owner's family had been impoverished due to a long-term illness. When she woke up and learned about her parents, they were so surprised that they wanted to spend all their money to go to the Famen Temple in the south of the city to fulfill their vows and add incense money.

She casually recounted a dream, "I was in a daze, thinking the gods were sending me to the Western Paradise. I couldn't bear to leave my parents, so I broke free from my shawl and ran back home. From now on, I won't set foot in this temple, no matter what you say, for fear I'll be sent to that damn paradise too soon."

After saying that, she twisted her waist and was afraid to throw herself into her stepmother's arms. Naturally, she coaxed Ji's parents to repeatedly assure her: "If Shushu doesn't want to, mom and dad will not leave in the future. The whole family will be together well."

Ten thousand words from outsiders are not as good as half a word from my daughter. Over the past month, Ji Wangshu has been very satisfied with this couple. His daughter is the Ji family's sky, and the daughter is the Ji family's earth. When the daughter points east, the whole family points east, without any complaints.

This breath carries as much weight as the head of the family.

She woke up and boiled water for a bath at noon, then lay in the yard to dry her hair. Her black hair was half dry, and her new clothes fit her naturally. Her girlish figure was thin, and in the eyes of her parents she looked very delicate.

Madam Ji came over in small steps and held the girl in her arms, calling her sweetheart comfortably: She had a high fever for several times last month and was unconscious, and the world was still in front of her. Madam Ji was still afraid that it was just a daydream, so she hugged her daughter tightly in her arms with a trembling hand.

She brought a small round stool and continued to comb her daughter's hair, gently and slowly. "Today, mother will comb your daughter's hair into a double bun. Are you happy?"

In the southern dialect, "Nannan" is used to refer to little girls. Wangshu is already sixteen, having reached the age of marriage for more than half a year. Who isn't still a little baby? ... Her mother possesses unique skills, and the original owner spent a long time fiddling with the sash.

Although she is not very capable, she is well-behaved: "Shushu always listens to mother."

The hot red date steamed buns were fluffy and soft, and filled with the fragrance of dates. Xia Mimi picked up one with bamboo chopsticks and used a small fan in her other hand to quickly cool it down.

When the steamed buns were warm enough to eat, the nanny placed them in a small bowl in front of Wangshu and said, "I put three spoonfuls of brown sugar in this pot of peaches. Shushu, eat them quickly while they're hot."

The price of sugar is very high nowadays, so the whole family eats Wangshu first.

Ji Wangshu tore it apart and ate it. His body was frail and pale. He had reached the age of marriage but had not yet reached menstruation. His chest and back were flat as the ground, and the veins on the back of his hands were obvious...

Of course, being able to eat is a blessing.

The current dynasty was the Daliang Dynasty, ruled by the Zhou clan. Soldiers and bandits colluded across the land, and natural and man-made disasters ravaged the people's lives. Their Yaocheng, under the jurisdiction of General Wang Qin, a different surname, had been peaceful for nearly twenty years.

In recent years, it has steadily attracted an influx of people fleeing famine.

The Ji family had moved here on their own initiative. After giving birth to a daughter, Ji's mother, unable to bear any more children, suffered from ostracism and gossip at home. She simply packed up her belongings and followed the escort from south to north, migrating towards Yaocheng.

The original owner fell ill during this process, lacked medical care and medicine along the way, and was not used to the local climate. His body became weak, and he had two serious illnesses in a year, and minor illnesses were constant. Even marriage was gradually put aside.

Yes, she was a girl waiting to be married with a fiancé: when she was unconscious, the fiancé came to visit her and glanced at her.

As for the reason, his parents were vague, and Wangshu guessed that if she didn't make it, the ceremony would be completed according to that poor fiancé. Now that she had been replaced without anyone noticing and her health had improved, that brother wouldn't be so unlucky as to have to go through a ghost marriage.

However, she didn't see this person after she woke up.

Just eat well and sleep well. The original owner didn't enjoy anything, but Wangshu loves sweets. He minced the pitted red dates and kneaded them into dough, then crushed brown sugar and added it. The pitted date flesh was even topped off, which made it sweet enough. He had a good appetite and could finish one slowly.

"My dear daughter, wait till your father comes home from collecting his salary, and then we'll go out to the streets for dinner. Today we get paid, and tomorrow is a day off, so the streets will be bustling with activity tonight!"

Madam Ji braided the remaining hair from the double-ring bun behind her ears. The double rings were playful and cute. She then wrapped a red satin headband around the bun, tied a knot at one end, and let the satin tail hang down. Looking at her daughter's bun, which was graceful and elegant, and matched with today's light pink double-wrapped fishtail hem, she felt very proud of it.

I have an idea in mind. After I get the money from the embroidery, I will buy some hairpins, earrings and pendants for my good daughter.

Wangshu was too lazy to interrupt his mother's intoxicated and proud look on her face as if "our daughter has grown up". She could just breathe, and her parents would conquer themselves and fall in love with her again and again.

Wangshu told his mother to eat two red date buns. "If you don't eat them, I'll be angry!" He stuffed the buns into her mouth and only felt satisfied when she opened her mouth and ate them. He planned to go out for a walk, "Then go to the kitchen and tell her to boil some water for Daddy."

The Ji family's house consisted of a main hall with a living room in the middle of the main room. His parents lived in the east bedroom, and the west bedroom served as a study. The east wing served as a workshop, and Wangshu lived in the west wing. The back wing had four rooms: a donkey shed, toilets, a dressing room, and a kitchen.

The Ji family was a simple family. Xia Aiai and her daughter were servants bought by Ji's mother. They were just miserable people: a widowed mother and an orphan who had fled here, and the child followed her mother to the streets and sold herself into slavery.

How could Ji's mother have the heart to buy her out? Taotao has grown up slowly over the years and is diligent and skillful in housework. Xia is helpful both at home and outside.

Xia Xixi had endless energy and was cleaning the kitchen inside and out.

As soon as you enter the house, you will see the Kitchen God, the little girl who is busy adding firewood. Taotao is dressed like a neat tomboy. Although she has not grown tall yet, she has strong bones, nimble hands and feet, and her hair is all tied up in a bun on top of her head. She is wearing a long green jacket that is tied tightly at the waist, and a pair of half-worn straw sandals on her feet.

Maybe it was because the temperature in the kitchen was too high, as sweat oozed from my face. I couldn't help but sigh that it was my family who carried the heavy burden every day.

Tao Tao's face was red from the flames, and she was wiping the sweat off her face with her sleeve. She was very surprised to see the young lady who rarely came here. She couldn't help but shout in a hoarse voice, "Sister Shushu, why are you here?"

Xia Yiyi turned around upon hearing the sound, "Ouch, Shushu, there's smoke in this kitchen. Be careful or you'll feel suffocated and uncomfortable if you breathe it in!"