A farmer knows business: a well-trained husband is like good land for farming.

Zhen He

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Chapter 1: A Life of Sorrow

Su Wanping sat on the wooden doorstep, looking at the dilapidated courtyard. She was still a little dazed. If it weren't for her growling stomach, she wouldn't have believed she had traveled through time.

Recalling waking up three days ago, after a sleepless day and night, I finally signed the contract and boarded the plane. I managed to catch some shut-eye leaning against it, but when I opened my eyes again, I was here.

These past three days, I haven't done anything. In fact, I didn't even have the energy to go out and investigate. But I have to admit one thing: I've traveled through time, and I've ended up in ancient times as a poor farmer. This ragged patched clothing and the fact that there isn't even a chair, forcing me to sit on the doorstep, make it clear that this is not a dream.

A muffled cough came from within the room, probably her mother again, clutching it and enduring it silently. She was working day and night on embroidery, each piece selling for five hundred wen. I don't know what purchasing power five hundred wen holds, but I've grown accustomed to this sickly sound now.

On the east side, a sound came from a small cottage. Twelve-year-old brother Su Yi pushed open the door and worriedly asked, "Mother, are you alright?"

"No problem, it will be finished embroidering in two days."

Three years ago, a piece of embroidery could be finished in three days. Now, it takes at least four or five days to finish a single piece, and the injuries on our fingertips are already shocking.

Su Yi stepped forward and squatted down, just about to persuade her, when Su Wanping had already gotten up supporting the door frame, frowning as she walked step by step inside. Seeing the mother and son sitting on the floor in the main hall, she snatched Fu's embroidered work with a stern expression, "Stop embroidering, do you still want your eyes? What use is money without eyes?"

Su Wanping had endured for three days. As a newcomer, she really didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, but unfortunately, the Fu family raised children, and for three days, whenever there was something edible, Mrs. Fu would absolutely not let it reach her own mouth and would always leave it for her son and younger brother to eat.

In ancient times, it was common to favor sons over daughters. In the Su family courtyard, the elderly couple always favored their grandsons, who were allowed to eat at the table. The grandson could only squat in the kitchen and eat. However, Mrs. Fu treated her children equally, showing no preference for either son or daughter.

Fu's embroidered piece was snatched away by Su Wanping, she was very anxious, "Second Sister, quickly give the things to mother, if mother can't deliver in two days, your father will be angry."

Su Wanping was a little helpless, looking at the embroidered piece that had already taken shape. It wasn't clear if it was good or bad, but she heard that several wealthy households in town had specifically requested this embroidered piece.

Su Yiqi, with a worried face, asked: "Sister, what if mother's eyes really can't see?"

"What are we going to do?" Su Wanping sneered, "Father isn't doing hard labor, is he? Our main branch has been embroidering and working as laborers for so many years. We've earned more money than the second and third uncles, naturally, we can't just let our mouths eat without food."

Su Wanping inherited all the memories from before. The father who left home immediately after she was born was a very filial man. He never kept even a penny of what he earned, giving everything to his wife and children. Even if his family had no food at home, he would still only have...

Fu wasn't without his say, but Fu has always been weak. Especially when her father-in-law, Su Dashan, was unwell, he would often beat Fu. So Fu had no status in the Su household, even her sisters-in-law would bully her.

It's just like this embroidered piece. Although its name is given to the Li family, it was actually sold by the second house's eldest granddaughter, Su Daya, on behalf of the Li family. As for how much money was made in the middle, she only mentioned five hundred wen from her mouth. The money wouldn't go to their main house, and all the wealth of the Su family is managed by the grandfather.

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