Xia Qianqian brought Qin and her sister to the thatched house.
This was the residence of the Xia family before they made their fortune by burning tiles. It had fallen into disrepair and was tattered, but at least it could provide shelter from the wind and rain. Xia Qianqian had gone from being the wife of a wealthy CEO to a poor, lame girl, so there was nothing she couldn't accept.
This is all her karma. Who made her swear for a divorce so that God could hear it
"Sister, we have a home now." Xia Yunyun ran around happily, "I can continue to play with my friends in the village."
"Yeah." Xia Qianqian sat down on the tree stump in front of the thatched hut and began to think about life.
Can she still go back to the modern world? How can she go back? How can she solve the problem of survival before going back
The light was bright at noon, and Qin fumbled around to find a tattered book and gave it to her: "Qianqian, this is what your father left behind, keep it well."
"The Technique of Tile Making." Xia Qianqian flipped through it. It was Xia Dingshan's experience in making tiles during his lifetime, written in great detail. Gu Yanjing liked to make porcelain and built a small kiln at home. Xia Qianqian learned some knowledge about making porcelain from him. Now with this book, she could try to make tiles and sell them.
Qin went to sweep the floor and wipe the dust. After a busy period, the thatched hut was barely ready for occupancy.
"Qianqian, the house is ready. You have to lie down on the bed because your legs are not in good condition. Go and lie down on the bed for a while." Qin said.
Xia Qianqian looked at her legs, which were swollen from walking and standing for a long time. She put the "Tile-making Techniques" in her arms and walked into the thatched house with a sigh.
If she really can't go back, she doesn't want to be a cripple, so she needs to take good care of her leg.
The thatched hut was about 20 square meters. The so-called bed was actually some corn stalks on the ground and a wooden board. The only item on the bed was the torn quilt that was used to cover the cart last night.
Xia Qianqian began to miss the soft big bed and silk quilt of the Gu family. Fortunately, she was a hiking enthusiast and often went hiking in the wild with her teammates with a backpack. She was used to all kinds of bad conditions and was not pretentious. If Gu Yanjing, who had a mysophobia, came through, he would rather freeze to death than cover himself with this broken quilt.
Xia Qianqian began to imagine with evil amusement that Gu Yanjing was walking around in the thatched hut with his nose pinched, and was screaming in fear because of the cockroaches.
"Hahaha, it's God's will, no one can escape it!" Xia Qianqian put her hands on her hips and laughed.
Qin was frightened and patted her face worriedly: "Qianqian, what are you talking about?"
Xia Qianqian was filmed back to reality and found that she was the one who was "returned by heaven". She said awkwardly: "I am saying, this is my retribution."
"Qianqian..." Qin's nose felt sore and she started to cry, "I'm sorry, it's all because of my incompetence that I can't protect you..."
Xia Qianqian was most afraid of women crying, so she quickly said, "It's okay, I can protect you."
"Qianqian, lie down. Mother will make porridge for you." Qin wiped her tears, helped Xia Qianqian lie down in the dim light, and helped her to press down the corner of the quilt.
From last night till now, Xia Qianqian's body and mind have been suffering unprecedented torture. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down for a while.
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When she woke up, it was already noon. Every household in the village had lit a fire to cook dinner. Xia Qianqian smelled the fragrance of rice porridge and dragged her lame leg out.
Qin had built a fire in the yard and was cooking porridge. Xia Yunyun rested her chin on her hands and looked at the boiling pot eagerly: "Mom, when can I have porridge?"
"It's almost ready. Let's drink together when your elder sister wakes up." Qin said.
"Okay." Xia Yunyun answered obediently, swallowing her saliva continuously.
Xia Qianqian felt sad when she saw this.
Many years ago, she had squatted on the ground like Xia Yunyun, looking at the white flour buns in the pot, drooling with greed. It was not until her father found her and brought her home that she began to have enough food and warm clothes. Her mother had passed away by then, but she had an older sister who was five years older than her and took good care of her.
An eldest sister is like a mother.
From now on, she is Xia Yunyun's elder sister. She has to take charge of the family.
(End of this chapter)