"When I was twelve, I was in charge of the nunnery's account book, and I was used to seeing pilgrims crying and pretending to be wealthy. When I was fifteen, I returned to the main courtyard of the Su Mansion and saw my stepmother's bitterness and my concubine's troubles. Su Ruotiao touched the abacus and smiled: 'I used to mediate disputes between pilgrims, but now it's just a change of people.' So - there was a big fuss over the land? She squatted in front of the vegetable jar and competed with her concubine about pickled cucumbers. Whoever pickled them crispy got the field. At the birthday party, she turned her concubine's "stunning talent" into "a poem full of typos" and asked, "Sister, did you copy this poem after me?" The best thing is that Prince Dingbei always picks up the slack when she's in trouble: "I'll check Miss Su's pickled vegetable account book for you."
