I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

The next morning, the autumn sun, just like us, was reluctant to get up so early.

The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Fang Xiaoxiao stretched and yawned, looking like she hadn't slept well.

Yeah, last night when I put her to bed, she was thinking about all sorts of things, and now look at her with those two big panda eyes.

As a modern person, she still finds it difficult to adapt to the ancient custom of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Every night around midnight, she would become extremely excited, as if she had taken stimulants, and she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Fortunately, I spent the whole night lying in bed thinking about what I need to do next.

First, I need to sell the pills I prepared this afternoon to the old man today.

Secondly, that naturally involves discussing the issue of medicinal cuisine with the other party.

Third, forget it. We don't have the money now. We'll wait until we raise the money and then hire some bricklayers to renovate the house.

The plan is all laid out clearly, so let's go find the old gentleman first.

Having made up her mind, Fang Xiaoxiao hurriedly put on her clothes. Today, she was wearing her usual gray linen coarse cloth outfit.

For her now, what she wears is not important; what matters is having money in her pocket. Otherwise, in this era of food shortages, and with no relatives or friends, it would be a tragic start.

If you can't have money, you'll definitely starve to the point of becoming an idiot, not to mention you'll have to support seven husbands.

Although one person has already left, there are only three left in the courtyard, but there are still three in the prison waiting for me to rescue.

If I don't go, won't I be dragged out and beheaded?

No, no, I'm still young, I can't die so young.

She shook her head vigorously, then slung the bamboo basket over her shoulder, picked up the wooden hairpin from the square table and inserted it into her hair. After dressing herself properly, she strode out the door.

at this time.

Murong Changqing had already gotten up and was busy cooking noodles at the stove next to the courtyard.

He believes that his noodle-cooking skills have reached a level of perfection; he can cook noodles as firm as he wants, or as mushy as he prefers.

He glanced up and saw his smiling wife. After looking around to make sure no one was around, he spoke to her.

"You're awake! I'll make you some noodles!"

"..."

Screw you, I'll make you some noodles.

Fang Xiaoxiao gave the other person a cold look and muttered two complaints in her heart.

That's just asking for trouble. I was in a good mood this morning, and now Murong Changqing has ruined it.

She couldn't be bothered to pay him any more attention, gave him a big eye roll, then opened the original wooden door and slammed it shut as she left.

"?"

Murong Changqing was completely baffled as to what she had done wrong.

……

After leaving the house, Fang Xiaoxiao headed straight for the town.

Since it was still early, she could slow down.

The village is not too far from the town; it takes only an hour and a half to walk there, which is about three hours.

This is already quite good, and it's not particularly far.

She knew that some towns were more than ten kilometers away from the villages, and it would take a whole day to walk there.

My health is pretty good right now. At least I exercise every day, either going up the mountain to collect herbs or going down to the fields to hoe the land.

Fortunately, there was Long Jinyan to help out. He was extremely diligent in farm work, and could be described as an ox.

Of course, she was not stingy at all with such an excellent husband.

For example, if you buy pastries, you keep half for yourself, and when you give the other person half, you give them half. Only the remaining half will be given to Murong Changqing and Pei Yan.

The thought of those two filled her with mixed emotions, even more unpleasant than eating chicken ribs—the kind of thing that's tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

Well, actually, Pei Yan didn't feel any regret about giving it up.

That's what she thought, but the reality was that she had to put up with a madman who could kill her at any moment.

Fortunately, they already had Long Jinyan, which provided some protection and prevented Pei Yan from instantly killing them both.

She had only taken a few steps when she heard the sound of an oxcart being driven behind her.

"Go, go!"

Fang Xiaoxiao turned around at the sound.

An old man, dressed in dark linen and wearing a straw hat, with a dark and thin face, was waving a long whip and scolding an old yellow ox in front of him. The ox was loaded with withered yellow grass.

Old Man Wu!

Fang Xiaoxiao recognized the person and her face lit up with joy. She thought to herself that she wouldn't have to walk to town.

Although the oxcart is a bit slow, it's still much better than walking.

She quickly gestured.

"Uncle Wu, let's go together!"

Seeing that the man she called Uncle Wu was an acquaintance, he quickly tugged at the long rope in his hand.

"Xu..."

When Fang Xiaoxiao saw the car stop, she quickly went up to greet it and took out some dry food from her pocket.

This is a dry-looking whole grain pancake, with many tiny holes on its surface, suggesting that the person who made it wasn't very skilled.

Uncle Wu stared at the pancake in front of him. He really wanted it, but he was too embarrassed to ask for it.

He knew that his daughter's life was not easy. Although her father was a prominent figure in the town in previous years, with a wealthy family and a kind personality, he would occasionally give out some food to help ordinary people like them.

The old man understood this principle and knew that his daughter was living a hard life.

He gestured to postpone, saying that.

“Girl, don’t give it to your old man. If you want a ride, just take it. You have a hard life, supporting such a large family all by yourself.”

The old man knew that she had married seven men; the news had spread throughout the entire village.

Fang Xiaoxiao chuckled awkwardly.

"Uncle Wu, please don't do such distant things. In recent years, if it weren't for your family's help, I would probably have starved to death on the streets long ago."

Old Wu was a widow who had taken in a girl many years ago. Now the girl had grown into a beautiful young woman and it was time for her to have children.

Unfortunately, the girl was frail and sickly from a young age and had to stay in bed for many years, forcing Old Man Wu to work. Even though he was almost sixty, he still had to work from dawn till dusk, as is the way of farmers.

In addition, due to his daughter's poor health, the husband she found left home and disappeared within a few days.

Poor thing.

Fang Xiaoxiao forcefully stuffed the pancake into the old man's rough, calloused hands.

"Hurry up, Uncle Wu, let's get there early while we can, otherwise it might rain."

She looked up at the dark, overcast sky, the thick clouds making even the daytime seem gloomy.

Seeing this, Old Man Wu said no more, nodded, picked up his long whip again, and urged the old ox to quicken its pace.

An hour and a half later, the two finally arrived in town.

After bidding farewell to the old man, Fang Xiaoxiao carried her bamboo basket and hurried to the place where she had met the old man before.

Thank goodness, the old gentleman is here.

She walked towards the old man with a big smile on her face.

"These are the pills I made last night while staying up all night, and this is the recipe for the medicinal diet I prepared."

The old gentleman smiled and took it, opened the medicinal diet recipe and examined it carefully for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Haha!"