Their home was a peculiar and strange family.
But since they were here, everyone had to contribute to the family.
Jiang Wunian was no exception.
She knew how to cook, and she could make unique and delicious dishes of this era, which of course had to be put to good use.
There were never too many ways to make money.
She rubbed her arm, rolled up her sleeves, and soaked her hands in a large basin.
A whole basket of mulberries could not be soaked at once, so they did it in batches, soaking them to get rid of small twigs, grass bits, and dust, and then picking out the spoiled ones.
Suddenly, Jiang Tanyue's left hand was grabbed.
Lu Jingzhi was squatting on the ground, holding Jiang Tanyue's left hand and moving her fingers up along the wrist, frowning, "Does your arm feel uncomfortable?"
"Hmm, maybe I'm just too tired."
Indeed, she was exhausted.
