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Huang Yingchun, gravely ill and not long for this world, left the palace.
She hadn't escaped the fate of dying suddenly in the modern world in her previous life, and in this life, she still wouldn't live to see thirty.
With the entire one hundred strings of cash she had earned over fifteen years working in the Bureau of Flowers and Plants, Huang Yingchun spent three days eating, drinking, and having fun in Yong'an City. Once she'd made peace with the regret of not having truly lived, she began to spend big on her own funeral arrangements.
A barren mountain for a burial plot costs thirty strings? Buy it!
A cypress coffin costs twenty strings? Buy it!
Just as she was about to spend all her money on one purchase after another, terrible news arrived: "What? It was a misdiagnosis? My illness can be cured?"
She couldn't die right away, but her money was about to run out.
Huang Yingchun was suddenly lost.
Making a fire cost money. Drinking water cost money. Clothes cost money. Food cost money.
Worse still, she couldn't afford a house or rent a place for decades. With no income, living in the city could only end one way: death!
Huang Yingchun gritted her teeth and left the city with her bundle, never expecting that settling down in the wilderness would be no easy task either.
Building the simplest cottage cost ten strings. Buying an ox cost ten strings. An iron pot and iron farming tools like sickles and hoes were even more expensive.
After thinking it over, Huang Yingchun realized she could save the money for the ox, since she had no fields to plow.
Without land, she couldn't grow grain, and without grain, she couldn't eat.
Huang Yingchun wasn't lost anymore. It turned out she still wouldn't live long.
In the first year, Huang Yingchun worked frantically clearing land, gathering firewood, picking vegetables, and hunting. At last, she managed to scrape by and stay alive.
In the second year, she planted jujubes and raised silkworms, bought chickens and ducks, trained a dog and harvested honey, and caught fish and shrimp. She began to live self-sufficiently.
In the third year, she raised pigs and sheep, bought a donkey cart, and brought home a sturdy little calf.
In the fourth year, she went to the town market and made a fortune. But a fortune-teller nearby divined that a year of disaster was coming.
Bountiful harvests, thriving livestock.
Year after year, Huang Yingchun not only survived at the foot of the barren mountain, but lived a full and satisfying life.
Theme: Hope leads you toward the light.
Can you please stop showing rats? Author, your biggest problem is that you are too procrastinating. You have written so many parts of a spring roll and have not finished it. You squeeze out toothpaste and send a little bit every day, but there is no progress. I feel that it was not like this when you first started writing. What's wrong with you now that you can't write it 😂 😂
Madam, I like your articles very much. They are written very naturally. It is like an ordinary person who travels to ancient times and experiences daily life. I have been a bookworm for 12 years and have read enough cool articles. This kind of ordinary and ordinary things with a little accident or surprise every day is the most daily and close to reality. This is not like an online article, but closer to a real novel.
Where is the supplement for Chapter 167? Is updating 1 chapter in 2 days even more incomplete? I said the day before yesterday that I will finish it the next day. Have you finished it? 😂 😂, I feel tired! You can't do it
I can write 1-2 chapters about mice. Author, do you feel that your pace is a bit slow? You add a chapter every day and can't finish it. Every time you put in a chapter, you say you'll read it the next day because you haven't finished it. .
You can make dried cucumbers. Dried cucumbers are delicious and crunchy.
Why did you suddenly say that you want to sell Tang Po Zi?
With my second wife, I have a bright future🙏
It cost ten guan to build the house and twenty guan to purchase furniture and tools. The house is still bare. Should the author recalculate the prices? It's such a mess.
There are new houses, new iron pots, new wooden barrels, new linen cloth, and fat meat. Do you have any misunderstandings about the four walls of a house? The writing is realistic, but I feel that many arrangements are unreasonable.
How great! All met great people. 🙏[Cat head]