Everyday Life in Ancient Egypt

Beside the Nile, by a bank overgrown with reeds, the boy Pharaoh sat on a mat woven from papyrus and reed stems, silently polishing his beloved fishing spear. Even his slender silhouette gave off an air of sweetness and obedience. The fiery red sun slowly sank behind the pyramids in the Nile Valley. His hand rose, then the spear fell, like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow. You could never imagine the impossible strength that erupted from those seemingly frail shoulders in an instant, until a terrified scream rang out. Look only at the upper half of the scene, and it was a leisurely moment with the young Pharaoh practicing in his spare time. The lower half, though, was soaked in blood. Of course, that terrified scream did not come from me, who had arrived in this strange land from 2025 just three months ago. A girl transmigrates through time and gets struck by the Pharaoh's fishing spear in a reed bed, leading to a romantic, torturous love affair? That sort of ridiculous nonsense was the last thing I had the time or energy for, especially after just crawling home from the fields. The clay I had gathered by the Nile two months ago, my father's barley beer at home, and the small bag of salt I had badgered my mother into buying for me. I had also picked a nest of bird eggs from the reeds: one goose egg and four duck eggs. I made a jar of salted eggs. When the commotion broke out outside, with people crying and shouting things like, "Spare me!" I didn't have a moment to go and see what was happening. With hunger gnawing at me, I stayed home while everyone else went out to watch. I held my newborn baby sister, Hei Wa, in one arm and fished a duck egg out of the jar with the other. I rinsed it in another jar. The green-shelled Nile duck egg gleamed alluringly beneath the trembling oil lamp. I cracked it open with both hands, and red, fragrant oil unexpectedly spilled out. I licked it clean in an instant, then ate it with bread, overcome by a happiness too profound for words. A tear slid from my left eye. After I took a bite of the fragrant, soft, fluffy yolk, it finally reached my mouth. My eldest brother, Falia, was the first to run back. He plopped down on the reed mat, wolfed down some bread, and muttered, "The king is far too merciful. A woman with such evil intentions should have been thrown to the crocodiles on the spot." [Coming Soon] The Daily Life of a Cook at a London Inn in the Sixties The staff at the Fiance Inn were as follows: The owner, Barr, loved looking down on people. His greatest wish was for a few more members of the upper class to stay at his nearly bankrupt inn, instead of poor people who stayed just one night in a single room with no bathroom. The dignified and elegant landlady, Lily, liked moonlighting at the theater every evening. Her greatest wish was to become a famous opera singer, even though at forty-eight she had been relegated to bit parts so often that she was now the grandmother of bit-part players. Uncle Tom, the chef who loved to drink, often got so drunk in the kitchen that he passed out while customers were ordering. In the end, the customers would leave in anger. Shelly, the maid who disappeared for one week every month, dreamed of becoming a professional artist, even though she currently worked as an inn maid. Betty, a local woman who couldn't speak English and had transmigrated here, dreamed of having a room that faced the Thames and backed onto a little garden, where she could see the sunset after work instead of the moon about to set. Led by the innkeeper, these four wild horses finally "worked together" to save the inn from the "predicament" of imminent bankruptcy and having to scrape by on rental income. Finance Secretary and Cook [Coming Soon] I Bring Peace to the Rulers of Fallen States in the Spring and Autumn Period After transmigrating to the Spring and Autumn Period, I became the daughter of Wu Zixu. As Goujian and Fan Li stirred up trouble and drained the State of Wu's finances to build the Guanwa Palace, while Xishi became a nation-destroying beauty like Daji and Meixi, Father could no longer sit still. Wu Zixu, the only tough guy at court who dared stand up to the King of Wu, solemnly told his youngest daughter: "Enter the palace. In this life, I have wronged you for the sake of the kingdom. Do not resent me, and always remember to admonish the king. Loyal advice is hard to hear." Father, you probably don't know how miserable you looked when you ended up as fish food in the river after giving your hard-to-hear advice. Our country can't have a second Dragon Boat Festival... Wu Yao knew perfectly well that her enemies would have to be feeling charitable for her to survive this trip to the Wu palace. It was common knowledge that four great enemies were currently watching the State of Wu like hawks. First, Goujian: enduring hardship and biding his time had driven him to madness. On top of that, Wu Zixu had nearly destroyed his state, so he hated him bitterly, wishing he could bite the flesh off Wu Zixu's bones and devour every last morsel. Second, Xishi: the bewitching woman Wu Zixu had denounced as a scourge upon the state. She hated him to death, and would kick him while he was down, whispering poison in the king's ear. Third, Taizai Pi: plotting against loyal ministers was the least of his crimes. Fourth, Fuchai: in a bad mood? Then kill them. Theme: Be happy every day.