Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

The day of raising the roof beam is a very important day for ordinary people. As the saying goes, "A family cannot be without a head, and a house cannot be without a beam." "If there is a beam on the roof, there will be grain in the house; if there is no beam on the roof, the livestock will not thrive."

Whether the raising of the roof beam goes smoothly is not only related to the structural stability of the house, but also to the prosperity of the residents and their descendants for generations to come. Therefore, a ceremony is held every time the roof beam is raised.

The old woman calculated for two days and determined that October 28th was an auspicious day for breaking ground, traveling, erecting pillars and beams, and hosting banquets. In short, this day was the most suitable.

Today is October 22nd, and Qiao Jingjing has decided to go to her uncle's house to pick him up for the roof-raising ceremony.

Lin's maternal family lived in Xiaogang Village, thirty miles away. The village was known for its simple and honest people, and the village chief and neighbors were all kind and upright, but they were genuinely poor—even worse off than Daba Village.

Because Daba Village is nestled against the Daqing Mountains, it can always find something to eat on the mountain. Xiaogang Village, however, is remote, hidden beside a forest. The houses there are dilapidated, mostly built of adobe and thatch. The villagers live in extreme poverty; many children are poorly clothed and hungry.

The crops in the fields were sparse and the harvest was poor, and the villagers struggled daily to make ends meet. The village roads were rugged and uneven, covered with dried mud, slag, and gravel, making transportation extremely inconvenient. The children were thin and pale, dressed in tattered clothes, and played barefoot on the muddy ground.

There are no bustling markets or lively shops here; the entire village appears lifeless and devoid of vitality. Although the villagers are poor, they steadfastly hold onto this land, living a simple and austere life. It's a miracle that these villagers haven't been driven to desperation and turned to the dark side.

According to Lin, the road leading to the village was only built two years ago; otherwise, it would have been impossible to drive there by horse-drawn carriage. The bumpy ride left Qiao Jingjing feeling dizzy and lightheaded. She felt nauseous, just like before her transmigration, and even drinking well water couldn't suppress her nausea.

At this time of year, most people in the village are at home. Qiao Jingjing's family set off at nine in the morning, and it was just past 10:30. Many children who had been playing in the mud outside were gathered around the horse-drawn carriage, watching the novelty and bouncing along with the horses.

Someone recognized the driver of the carriage as Aunt Lin's son-in-law and Qiao Dalang from Daba Village. Some quick-footed people ran ahead to spread the news. Because a lot of children had gathered, the carriage slowed down. It wasn't fast to begin with, and now it was even slower.

We finally arrived at Grandma's house. The gate was too small for the carriage to fit through, so we had to get off at the gate and unload the things.

Upon receiving the letter, Lin Dazhu told his wife to hurry to the vegetable garden behind the house and call their mother back. He could hardly believe that after a year, his brother-in-law's family was so different. He had assumed the carriage was rented, and even if it was, he couldn't imagine how well his sister was doing. He was happy for his younger sister but also felt guilty; as her older brother, he couldn't even help her—he felt utterly useless.

When Lin returned to her parents' home, she instantly transformed back into the little girl Lin Cuicui, scolding, "Big brother, what are you daydreaming about? You're going to exhaust your little sister!"

Lin Dazhu belatedly realized that his sister had brought a cartload of things. Somewhat flustered, he took the rice sack from his sister's hands.

"Uncle!" Qiao Jingjing and Qiao Shiming called out in unison. Qiao Shiming hugged his uncle's leg tightly and said in a spoiled tone, "Uncle, Mingming missed you so much!"

Just then, an old woman's voice came: "Oh, it seems Mingming doesn't miss his grandmother! Alas, this old woman is so heartbroken."

"Grandma!" Qiao Shiming rushed to his maternal grandmother, Li Shi, like a little cannonball. The little guy was good at sweet talk. "Mingming misses Grandma first, then Grandpa, um, second Uncle and Aunt, and third Brother and Sister!" He counted on his fingers, his cute appearance melting Grandma Li's heart.

Qiao Jingjing followed and called out, "Grandma, Aunt."

"Oh, you're all good children, the apple of your grandmother's eye. Come on, let's go back inside with Grandma."

Grandma Li, holding one child in each hand, led them back to the courtyard. The belongings had been mostly moved. Qiao Wanjun, with his wife and children, formally greeted his mother-in-law. Lin Cuicui clung to her mother's arm for a while before remembering to ask where her father had gone.

Grandma Li tapped her daughter's forehead with her index finger. "You still know you have a father! Your old man went to work for someone today, he earns 20 coins a day."

Logically, this job should have been done by Lin Dazhu. A few days ago, Lin Dazhu found a pheasant while working in the fields. Having never had a bite of meat in years, he couldn't resist taking the pheasant. As a result, he didn't catch the pheasant and twisted his ankle. He was fine after resting for two days, and his father told him to rest at home for another day and he would take over for him tomorrow.

After exchanging pleasantries and reminiscing for a while, Old Lady Li asked, "Cui'er, what's the state of your family now? You've even got a carriage. Are you struggling to make ends meet? Wan Jun is the same; he lets her do whatever she wants. Life is long, so you should be more frugal. Take all these things with you when you go back. It's enough for your mother to know that you are filial."

"Oh, Mother! Listen to me, our family's life is different now. I came here not only to see you, but also to invite you to my house for the roof-raising ceremony. This carriage, well, it was Da Ya who bought it." Lin Cuicui was full of pride, and she could talk about her daughter for three days and three nights.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "These past few months have felt like a dream. My eldest daughter was born into a terrible ordeal, but thankfully, heaven took pity on her. Not only did she recover from her injuries and become more intelligent, but she also found many ways to make money. If it weren't for our eldest daughter, how would we have been able to buy a carriage and piglets!"

The Lin family members then realized why they had felt something was off earlier; indeed, Daya was different from before. Her eyes were clear, and her speech was articulate. Old Mrs. Li was somewhat confused, "What exactly happened? Cui'er, tell me properly."

Qiao Jingjing stood up and said, "Mom, why don't you chat with Grandma for a bit, and Aunt and I will go and arrange lunch."

Mrs. Song abruptly stood up, her face flushed. She had completely forgotten about cooking and had to be reminded by a guest—how utterly impolite! But then she thought of her own rice bin and felt even more embarrassed…

Qiao Jingjing noticed her aunt's embarrassment and smiled, saying, "It's a rare occasion for you to come to Grandma's house today, so why don't you give Daya a chance to show her filial piety? I'll cook lunch." She then gave her mother a meaningful look. Song Shi immediately said, "No, no, no!" Although Lin Cuicui felt her daughter would be tired from cooking, she thought it best to maintain a good understanding with her daughter when they were out together.

So he chimed in, "Yes, sister-in-law. My brother and my mother never get tired of your cooking, but it's nice to change things up once in a while so my mother can try something new."

With permission granted, Qiao Jingjing immediately went to the spot where she had unloaded the items, picked up the vegetable basket and a bag of rice, and went to the kitchen.

She seemed to handle a bag of rice weighing fifty jin with ease; her strength was so great that the Lin family members forgot to refuse, leaving them only dumbfounded.