In Ancient Times of Disaster, I Raised a Large Family in a Pickle Jar

During the Chengxi period, the small glacier was not completely exhausted, and the snow could break the eaves of the house, but it could not freeze people's way of life. When Cheng Hui was ten years old, her mother wanted to abort herself and her unborn child in the glacier in order to save a ration of food. She stepped on the snow and dragged her mother back, dragging herself into her fate. There is no time travel, no plug-ins, just year after year of famine, tax collectors, marriage certificates, and account books. She first worked as a helper, learned to read, learn to keep accounts, and learn to split a tael of silver into ten flowers in the accounting room; later she married as a farm wife, and together with her husband, they turned a dozen acres of thin farmland into more than a hundred acres, and turned a pickle vat into a workshop that was exported to Tokyo. The snow is still falling, and the disaster is still coming - the man goes to the state capital to do earthwork and earns a daily salary of 120 yuan; she takes her family to spin yarn at home, and earns 6 taels of yarn a night in exchange for rice money tomorrow. After returning home, he built canals, bought land, married a daughter, and a wife. He raised his nephew as a son and smelled the smell of pickles as the scent of his life. This is the fifty years of ordinary people: the mother-in-law died, the sister-in-law had a difficult childbirth, the eldest son got married, and the grandson went to the fields; it was also the growth history of a generation of women: from the snowy river to the ridge of the fields, from the ledger to the workshop, she had never done a job, but relied on a four-post account to earn the stability for her family that even a job could not buy. When the weather is cold, you will know the pines and cypresses; the pines and cypresses do not need to be towering, they only need to stand upright in the snow. Cheng Hui did not make earth-shattering decisions, but used the bluntest and slowest method to live his life like a field - snow buried in the winter, wheat green in the summer, for 50 years, every year, it is eternity.