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

Qiao Jingjing looked at the woman in front of her, who was only in her early thirties, and felt a pang of sadness. The woman was only a few years older than herself, yet her temples already showed gray. Her husband was weak and blindly obedient to his parents, and she was powerless to stop him.

The Great Liang Dynasty has always governed the country with filial piety as its guiding principle. Through three generations, the current court has further promoted this concept, formulating and implementing numerous measures to uphold filial piety. In daily life, successive emperors set an example by personally practicing filial piety, serving as role models for the people and educating the nation. In the political system, filial piety was the primary criterion for selecting officials. The law stipulated that disrespect for parents was a serious crime, severely punishing those who were unfilial. With such a system in place, the common people highly valued and strictly adhered to the principles of filial piety.

She was just a woman, one of millions of women without status or a voice. At home, she obeyed her father; after marriage, she obeyed her husband. In such an era, she used her meager strength to protect her children.

To protect her child, she had to be fierce and decisive. This fierceness only earned her a bowl of soup, enough to keep her child from starving. If she hadn't thought her daughter was doomed, she would never have dared to make a scene, because being labeled unfilial would have severely backfired on both her children.

For more than a decade, she has worked tirelessly day and night, enduring everything as long as she doesn't bully the children.

This deeply moved Qiao Jingjing, who had long been deprived of maternal love. The feeling was like rain after a long drought, nourishing her parched heart and giving her a sense of belonging to her mother and younger brother.

The younger brother huffed and puffed as he brought over a chipped porcelain bowl, half of which was already spilled. Qiao Jingjing took it and drank it all in one gulp, finally feeling some relief in her throat.

"Da Ya, how are you feeling? You must tell your mother if anything is wrong!" Lin Cuicui stared at her daughter excitedly, holding her hand and wiping away her tears again. How could she not feel heartache seeing her daughter's pale face? The injury is her child's, but the one who suffers the most is always the mother.

"Mom, I'm fine now. I'm just a little dizzy from lying down for so long. Don't worry about me and my little brother." Hearing that she only mentioned her wife and son and not herself, Qiao Wanjun felt a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't think he was wrong. He was emulating virtuous and filial parents; what was wrong with that? Besides, he was Daya's father, and out of filial piety, Daya should be even more dutiful to her grandparents and him, not harbor resentment towards her elders. However, something felt off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Lin Cuicui breathed a sigh of relief when her daughter said she was alright. She patted her chest and kept saying thank you to God. Suddenly, she realized something was wrong and looked at her daughter.

"Da Ya, you?"

"Mom, I'm all better now, I'm not stupid anymore," Qiao Jingjing said with a smile. "This fall actually made me more awake, so I guess it's a blessing in disguise!"

Lin Cuicui was astonished, hardly believing her ears. Looking into her daughter's clear, bright eyes and hearing her speak clearly, she was overjoyed. Her daughter had not only come back to life, but had become even better.

My daughter is of marriageable age now, and I was worried that she was too slow to find a husband. I was also worried that even if she did, she might not know how to complain if she suffered mistreatment at the hands of an unreliable family. Now everything is fine, her daughter is completely cured. Suddenly, I couldn't help but think of a master I met 10 years ago.

She was working in the fields with her five-year-old daughter when a monk in a robe came begging for alms. She had no food of her own, only giving him a bowl of water. The monk didn't mind, and as he finished drinking, he glanced at her daughter catching insects on the ground and said to her, who was weeding, "Female benefactor, this little girl has an inestimable destiny. Please treat her well. Ten years from now, she will face a calamity. After this calamity is overcome, one of her seven orifices will return to its proper place. Amitabha!" Then he left. At the time, she didn't pay much attention, thinking the monk was just saying nice things for a bowl of water. Over the years, life has been filled with trivial matters, and she gradually forgot about it.

Looking back now, wow, the master was truly amazing! So I changed my thanks to God to Buddha and the master.

Qiao Jingjing knew nothing about this; all she knew was that she was very hungry. Very, very hungry, with a burning sensation in her stomach.

"Mom, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Look at me, I was so happy that I forgot you're still hungry. You must be starving after not eating or drinking for days. Just you wait." With that, he got up and left.

Qiao Jingjing lowered her head to look at her snotty-nosed younger brother beside her. His face was beaming with undisguised joy at his sister waking up, making him far more pleasing to the eye than Qiao Wanjun. Ignoring Qiao Wanjun, she reached out to call the little guy.

"Come here, let your sister take a look."

The little one was very well-behaved. After a few hesitant little steps, he moved to the front of Qiao Jingjing. He raised his sleeve and wiped his face. "Sister, do you want to pinch Mingming? Mingming will wipe his face clean so you can pinch it."

"Pfft, hahaha," Qiao Jingjing was amused by the cute little guy, and reached out to pinch his cheek and pat his little head.

"Da Ya, you..."

Qiao Wanjun had barely finished speaking when Lin Cuicui returned, carrying the same broken bowl with a bowl of watery porridge that could be used as a mirror, and half a cornbread in her hand. However, her expression was not good, and the faint sound of Xu Shi cursing could still be heard.

"Eat up, don't worry about anything else, the most important thing is to eat your fill."

Qiao Jingjing didn't care about any of that. She thought to herself, "Now that I, Qiao Dadan, have survived, I'm destined to live a good life. All this hard work stockpiling supplies and farming is just so I can retire early and relax. Who wants me to be subservient to? Dream on! I'll see if this era can tolerate an outsider like me."

However, while the slogans were loud and clear, the food was truly awful. The cornbread still had bran inside; it might have been edible if it were freshly steamed, but now that it was cold, it was hard and scratchy.

This wasn't Xu's intention; she hadn't even considered that Qiao Daya could survive, so the food wasn't prepared for her. In this era, yields per mu were extremely low. After a year of hard work and paying taxes, the remaining grain was barely enough to keep them from starving. Most farming families, to make the food seem more substantial, would mix bran into the dark flour. This would make one cornbread bun more filling, turning it into one and a half or even two. It was still something substantial, better than thin porridge.

As a true-blue Chinese citizen, Qiao Jingjing only knew the hardship of every grain of rice from books; she had never experienced food shortages. She couldn't imagine what it was like to lack food and clothing. Out of desperation, she could only break her cornbread into pieces and soak it in porridge, otherwise it was simply unpalatable.

But even with such unpalatable food, my younger brother kept drooling. This shows what kind of life he usually leads.

Qiao Jingjing glanced at Qiao Wanjun,

You deserve to die.