She was dressed as a thirty-four-year-old poor widow, with a dilapidated house and a leaky rice vat, dragging four little ones behind her.
Her parents-in-law said her family had too many people and kicked her out.
She didn't cry or fuss. Roll up your sleeves and fix the stove first.
Then go to the town to take on the carpentry job - carving a flower window costs twenty cents.
Before the copper coins could cover her body, the person who was targeting her followed her. One was waiting for her on the roadside, and the other walked through her yard while she was away.
She clutched her purse and thought for a moment - there was no way to hide.
She has to live this life. We still have to let our four children live as human beings.
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Time Travel · Farming · Infrastructure · Raising Children · Strong Women · Slow Burning
There is a love line. Not awkward. Don't lose your wits. Don't rely on men to stand up.
