After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Of course, what she was exaggerating was not referring to the top scholar who also received guidance from a "deity," but rather to what Hu San Niang said about her becoming a world-famous person many years later.

She never thought she was particularly smart compared to her peers, but for her current age group...

If she really has that idea and pursuit, even without relying on her current garbage dump and red beads.

If she put in any effort, starting from the age of one, and occasionally did things that adults would consider beyond what a child's age could possibly do, she would probably be a well-known "little prodigy" in Qingzhou Prefecture by now.

However, her pursuit was very simple.

Her wish was simple: to spend her life happily and peacefully with her family, living a peaceful, ordinary, and beautiful life.

She didn't know if there were other people like her in the place she was in, but in the novels of her previous life, compared to the so-called "time travelers" and "reborn" who became kings and emperors and saved the world, her wish was really incomparable.

Perhaps it was precisely because she had this idea that she was inevitably pushed along by fate step by step.

After all, when an ordinary wish becomes the exception, the "ordinary" itself begins to become no longer ordinary.

Zhang He laughed and made a couple of sarcastic remarks in response to Hu San Niang's words.

"What do I care about being famous all over the world? I just want her to be safe and sound. That's my biggest wish as her mother."

Then she brought up the fact that Xu Zhuzhu was always sick, "...either she catches a cold and coughs, or she has diarrhea. She doesn't have any serious illnesses, but she has a lot of minor illnesses. She can't go a month without getting sick for two or three days. I don't know if it's because she was frightened in the womb and her body is too weak."

"No way, Zhuzhu looks rosy and lively. She doesn't seem to have been born with a weak constitution. Could it be because you fled from the north and suffered too much hardship along the way?"

Hu San Niang's eyebrows furrowed into a line, indicating her doubt.

Zhang He decisively shook her head in denial. She knew her own child best. She noticed that Xu Zhuzhu was indeed stronger than other children, but before they fled, she was the same. Every month, she would pick a day or two to get some minor illness that made her feel uncomfortable.

It was as if she had to get sick first, and now that I think about it, I'm quite frustrated as her mother.

Xu Zhuzhu didn't notice any of this. She asked her brother, but he hadn't paid much attention to it either.

Now that their mother has said this, both siblings are lost in memories, especially Xu Zhuzhu, who silently reflects on her past three years.

You don't know until you look back. Only now do I realize that it's true. In the three years I was a child, I've had to get sick once or twice a month, like clocking in and out at work.

What a coincidence!

This led Xu Zhuzhu to reasonably suspect that God had been watching her all along.

Of course, this was just speculation, and she didn't know why she would do it. Just like when she opened her eyes and became a little kid again, many things couldn't be explained by the knowledge she had acquired.

Hu San Niang and Zhang He chatted about everyday matters, and Xu Zhuzhu, influenced by her mother's words, let her thoughts wander aimlessly, unable to reach a conclusion.

After settling the dog in, Xu Zhuzhu and her group returned to the needlework granny's place. When they met, they naturally reminisced about the dog's situation.

Her mother hadn't chatted with the old woman for very long, so she didn't say much this time either. After Hu San Niang asked a series of questions that everyone already knew the answer to, they introduced each other.

Of course, the focus of the introduction did not forget the two little kids, Xu Zhuzhu and Xu An.

“They are my goddaughter and godson. Don’t let their young age fool you, they are actually very clever. They see things much better than I do, and they are far better than my son.”

The old woman who was doing needlework chuckled when she heard this.

From Hu San Niang's words, it's clear that she and the old woman who does needlework have a very close relationship; otherwise, she wouldn't keep making such comparisons.

Moreover, Hu San Niang is not usually a particularly nagging person. It's just that she may have just accepted her goddaughter and is still in a period of excitement, so she has to praise her again to everyone she meets.

For Xu Zhuzhu, this is a fairly reasonable reason.

Zhang He was delighted to see others praise her child; it made her feel as sweet as honey, a wonderfully strange feeling.

Then I bought some thread from the seamstress and two pieces of plain cloth. It only cost me less than 150 coins in total, which was much cheaper than the clothing shops.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Zhang He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Grandma, isn't it a loss to offer such a low price? Although my family is struggling, we absolutely cannot take advantage of you. Please, Grandma, charge us the original price!"

The needle-and-thread granny and Hu San Niang exchanged a glance, as if they had discovered something new and interesting, and burst into laughter.

Zhang He was even more puzzled. "What's going on?"

Seeing Zhang He's expression, Hu San Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained to Zhang He that this was the price.

"My mother-in-law always buys needles and thread from her regular customers. It's been the same price for so many years, there's never been an exception."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhang He instantly cleared her mind. Seeing how agreeable her mother-in-law was, she naturally stopped arguing and took some more thread, thinking of making it a round number for her mother-in-law.

Although the old lady who made the needlework was not a very upright person, she was not polite either. She took the money at the original price and did not say anything about giving a discount or giving her more.

Xu Zhuzhu was amazed; perhaps that's why they had retained so many long-term customers.

I became even more curious about the story of this needlework grandmother.

On their way back after saying goodbye, Zhang He also inquired about it.

After spending time with the needlework grandma, Zhang He also found the old woman to be very interesting.

Unexpectedly, these words caused Hu San Niang, who had been walking lightly, to stop in her tracks.

She let out a long sigh, which seemed like a sigh but wasn't.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhuzhu knew that this was yet another complicated story.

Hu Sanniang's compassionate voice lingered above her head:

"Actually, I don't know much about it either. I just heard other guests mention it occasionally. This old lady used to come from a wealthy family. She was very good at spinning thread and embroidery. Unfortunately, later, for some reason, her hands became damaged, and she could no longer embroider. She only kept the skill of spinning thread."

"Don't let her shabby clothes fool you. In the past, she earned enough money from a wealthy family to live a carefree life. Unfortunately, the old woman had bad luck. She lent money to her fiancé to start a business, but the man lost money and couldn't pay it back. Later, he simply stole all her belongings and, I heard, went to another town to marry someone else, leaving the old woman with needlework. Now she can only barely make ends meet by relying on this craft."

Ugh! Another scumbag!

Xu Zhuzhu cursed inwardly.