Li Hongmei repeated a few words of self-comfort, successfully brainwashing herself.
In an instant, she felt Gu Jiaojiao’s life wasn’t all that great. So what if she could eat a bite of meat? She was stuck in the countryside for life.
’She’s still just toiling in the fields, after all.’
’I’m different. Life is a little hard now, but I can return to the city in the future.’
’When that time comes, my life will be a hundred times better than Gu Jiaojiao’s.’
With that thought, Li Hongmei saw her current hardships as a trial meant to temper her.
As long as she could overcome this, a glorious future awaited her.
The more she thought about it, the happier she became, her body filling with energy.
Gu Jiaojiao, for her part, had no idea the aroma of her cooking possessed such power.
Holding her bowl of rice, she picked up a piece of red-braised pork and felt that her life had reached its peak.
In truth, what people want and need has always been simple.
Eat and drink your fill, and all is right with the world.
’As long as you’re happy every day, with the person you love, healthy and at peace—isn’t that the greatest happiness of all?’
Gu Jiaojiao remembered when she had first transmigrated here, how she had even had a breakdown over it.
’Thinking back on it now, it was so unnecessary.’
’A person’s life is but a hundred years; what era you live in doesn’t matter.’
’In any case, you’re bound to see landscapes you’ve never seen before,’
’hear stories you’ve never heard before,’
’and experience difficulties and obstacles you’ve never faced.’
’Everyone is just a small fragment in the long river of history. Even the green mountains and clear waters can’t guarantee they’ll last forever, so why should people be so fiercely competitive?’
’You look at a view, you do a task, and after a while, you grow tired of it, never realizing that it’s what others envy the most.’
Gu Jiaojiao understood now.
’There’s no such thing as a good era or a bad era; the present is the best era.’
’What people should pursue is happiness. As long as you can find it, why bother distinguishing between heaven and hell?’
Gu Jiaojiao was a girl who was content with her lot.
Fierce and vicious.
This was Sweet Girl’s younger brother, Xiao Yang. He was nine years old and often went with Sweet Girl to work in the fields.
This time, when Xiao Yang found out she was coming to help Gu Jiaojiao, he insisted on tagging along.
Sweet Girl couldn’t do anything about it, so she had to bring him. However, she was afraid Gu Jiaojiao wouldn’t like Xiao Yang.
She asked cautiously.
"Big Sister, my little brother wants to come too. He’s a really hard worker. Can he come with us?"
After Sweet Girl spoke, her large eyes were filled with unease.
She knew that everyone in the village hated Xiao Yang, calling him an ungrateful brat.
The other children in the village often bullied him too.
The only thing Sweet Girl could do was leave her brother at home.
But Xiao Yang refused. Over time, he stopped talking and became like a porcupine, lashing out at anyone who came near.
Sweet Girl looked at Gu Jiaojiao, her small hand involuntarily tightening its grip on her brother’s.

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