Dressed as a Silly Girl, I Can Change My Life with a Silver Needle.

The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month in 1975 was a small year. The north wind blew through the adobe walls of Fujia Village like glass particles. Fu Baozhu has been squatting under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village for three hours. The cuffs of the cotton-padded jacket were polished and shiny, and the exposed cotton wool was as black as stove ashes. She raised her face, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth to her chin. When the wind blew, it froze into a glistening iceberg. "Silly Ni'er, are you waiting for your parents again?" The man carrying water rested his shoulders and laughed loudly, "You've been waiting for ten years! I'm here to pick you up early! I'm afraid your parents have forgotten you long ago!" Baozhu blinked and said nothing. Her frozen red fingers were scratching on the snow - it looked like scribbling to outsiders, but only she knew: she was calculating the due date of the daughter-in-law of the old Zhang family from the east of the village. I felt my pulse last month and found that the fetal position was not correct. I had to go check it out on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. In her previous life, her name was Su Yier. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.