Other people who are reborn become empresses, noble ladies, or rich heiresses. Why did I end up as a child bride, and one with a rural household registration at that?! Worst of all, this is an era when it’s hard to tell officials from bandits. How is a little woman like me supposed to survive?
At least I’m not alone: there’s a house with four bare walls, a sick mother in bed, a little husband by my side, and a bunch of snot-nosed kids below me... Huh? I can’t count on my husband, so where’s my father-in-law gone?
Forget it. Things matter more than people, but people matter more than things. As long as there are people, anything is possible. Well... there’ll be bread, and my husband will grow up eventually. That’ll do!
