Become a Village Woman with Slender Fingers

Sad gossip version: The world is thin, people are evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk. At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can't speak alone. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! Village Woman Life Edition: She traveled through time and became a talented woman, and returned to her parents' home with a divorce letter. Not long after, she married and became a farmhousewife, providing firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea! PS: I live a real life and have no time to shed tears!