Extra (Three)
After leaving the villa, Sister Zhu quickly found a new place to work, as her culinary skills were indeed impressive.
However, Sister Zhu was never content and never satisfied.
If it were eight years ago, had she t her current employers, she wouldn’t have had any complaints. Those working as servants outside, what can they expect but hardship; if they et good masters, it’s bearable, but if the masters are an, then truly...
The family employing Sister Zhu now is surnad She, having recently moved here from another place. They are considered a decent family, not arbitrarily deducting wages, but the wife and young ladies of the house are quite difficult to serve.
They always seem to think that paying her a salary makes them remarkable, unlike Miss Su.
Three als a day must be served on ti, with afternoon tea and supper never to be missed. Sotis they might wake up in the middle of the night wanting extra snacks, and she must get up quickly to prepare desserts.
All day long, she has no rest ti, yet amusingly, the wages aren’t high at all, nothing compared to her ti with Miss Su.
She hasn’t visited the Charitable Hall to see those elderly widows in a long ti, and what frustrates Sister Zhu most is the mistress of this house is too shrewd and stingy.
Even packing leftover food, the mistress had issues and was adamant that food savings couldn’t amount to much.
The wealthier people are, the more miserly they get; she’s witnessed this.
Sister Zhu thought this place wouldn’t last long for her.
But before she could resign, the mistress of this house dismissed her first.
Mrs. She said that since they were new to the area and unfamiliar, that’s why they used her.
If she were agreeable, they wouldn’t mind even if she had a reputation for misfortune and bad luck, but unfortunately, she was just...
Sister Zhu felt wronged and sowhat puzzled.
Mrs. She was direct, saying generosity doesn’t equate to kindness but rather disgusts people.
They don’t mind so leftover food or unused household items, but that doesn’t an the servant can act independently.
If you’re kind, you should keep your kindness to yourself without blaming others’ indifference.
Sister Zhu understood partially, still confused about why kindness could be wrong.
Later, she saw Old Lady Lu slumped on the street, her hands too weak to function, dressed in thin clothes in the biting cold.
There are many people like Old Lady Lu in the streets, unnoticed. This is the reality, with deaths happening daily.
Suddenly Sister Zhu realized how fortunate she was, first with Miss Su, then with Mrs. She... both gave her shelter.
What she once perceived as indignation and dissatisfaction now seed laughably foolish; she gradually lost her initial spirit without realizing it.
She took Old Lady Lu ho, and once awakened, Old Lady Lu never ntioned returning, nor did she ever speak of the Lv Family siblings.
The two lived relying on each other.
Previously, the already difficult life felt more perilous and challenging when faced directly.
The kindness she once offered didn’t seem to reciprocate.
She realized not everyone deserves others’ kindness.
She thought she might owe Miss Su an apology, and a thank you.
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"Miss Su, don’t be sad, it’s fate."
As Su Li gradually awakened, a raspy voice filled with bitterness sounded by her ear.
It was Lady Bai from next door.
mories in her mind automatically explained the identity of the woman who had closed the door and quietly exited.
Su Li paused, slowly sitting up from the wooden bed, looking around at a room as barren as can be.
Except for a peeling vanity and a low cabinet, there was nothing valuable in the room.
Oh, right, there’s the wooden bed beneath her, unique in the village.
This also is because it was the original owner’s dowry, retained without being pawned.
It’s not just the original owner’s family that’s poor; the whole village is in this state. Comparatively, when the original owner’s husband was alive, there were so savings, which allowed the original owner’s dowry to be retained, unique in the village.
Speaking of which, before the original owner married here, the village wasn’t in such dire straits, it was considered a well-known wealthy village.
Only because a River God appeared in the Tongtian River beside the village a few years ago did the villagers’ lives beco unbearable.
The original owner’s mories clearly revealed that one day, suddenly thunder rolled across the sky, a golden light like a teor rushed straight into the Tongtian River.
Then, the entire sky was imprinted with interwoven golden and crimson clouds.
Nearby, people were shocked and astonished, dropping tools and rushing toward the Tongtian River.
The original owner, carrying her just over two-year-old child, joined to see the commotion.
Chaotic phenona already appeared in the Tongtian River, waters boiling and churning, sotis waves crashing ashore. The villagers at the river edge were terrified, thinking they’d be engulfed, but the waves seed restrained, never crossing the river boundary.
Then, amidst everyone’s awe and excitent, a voice like thunder appeared, buzzing painfully in their ears.
"I am the Great King of Numinous Power, and from today, I shall be the River God of Tongtian River, demanding offerings from you, or else..." The sullen voice turned sinister and bloody, "I will flood your village with the river’s waters."
Everyone was horrified, and the offerings required by the Great King of Numinous Power included livestock like pigs, cows, sheep, and additionally a pair of young virgin boy and girl.
Back then, as the original owner’s child was too young, the offering didn’t involve them; it was the village chief’s two little grandchildren.
Ten and eight years old, adorable and clever, fresh and smart.
Yet overnight, the two vivid lives turned into bones, apart from terrified expressions on their faces; the River God consud everything below their heads.
That year, the village chief’s wife and daughter-in-law went mad, still roaming crazily in the village.
An annual festival, each ti requiring a pair of young boy and girl, now there are barely any young children left in the village except the original owner’s eight-year-old son and another family’s young daughter from the village’s end.
This year’s festival, no matter how they avoid it, falls to them.
The original owner passed away in despair and sadness under this dreadful news.
By a twist of fate, her soul drifted to Chaos.
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