[Travel + spiritual spring space + raising cubs + farming + marriage first, love later + stocking up on food in lean years]
"Without a marriage ceremony and no marriage certificate, what are you going to do to divorce me?"
Wang Jinxiu, who fought for half a bottle of water in the apocalypse, became the child bride bought by the Lu family at the age of eight. The scholar climbed up a high branch and wanted to take Zhang Po's divorce letter and drive her and her two adopted daughters away.
She slapped the divorce note on the table: "Deed of sale, eight years' wages, food rations, nothing less!"
As soon as the Lu family vomited something out, the mother closed the door again and turned around to grab the food. Wang Jinxiu broke out in public and continued walking with the two skinny boys. When Yinbao fainted from thirst, she awakened the spiritual spring space - unfortunately it was a "baby-level golden finger" and only had one ladle of water a day.
Okay, a scoop can save a life.
On the road, she picked up Xie An, a veteran with an old injury. She asked, "Are you in need of a wife? I'll save you, and you can give us three a place to live."
I thought they were just working together, but when I entered Xie's house, my mother-in-law snatched food, my sisters-in-law snatched shoes, and they even dared to push the child until his hands were covered with blood.
Wang Jinxiu rolled up his sleeves: If you don't listen to reason, then try another way.
She protected the cub and hit the best, Xie An dragged his injured leg to protect her: "This is my wife, my daughter."
Separate families, live in the ancestral house, grow vegetables, make preserved apricots, and save silver to treat legs. Others laughed at the fact that their family was old, weak, sick and disabled, and would starve to death sooner or later; but Wang Jinxiu stared at the gradually drying fields and moved bags of grain home.
A famine is coming.
She doesn't ask for great wealth, she just wants the door to be closed and the pot to be filled with food. She can accept no one less.
Well written, I want to sing a song to the author