Since people in the village were used to getting up early to work, at this time, there were no more people fetching water from the village well.
No need to queue up for fetching water either.
On the way, she encountered several people who gave Su Qingyue strange looks.
At first, she thought it was because of the greenish medicinal paste on her face that made her look ugly, but after pondering for a moment, she felt that those people's eyes were subtly laughing with a hint of ambiguity.
What was wrong with these people?
She wasn't curious enough to ask. She shook the well winch to lower the bucket on the long rope down into the well, filled it with water, and then cranked it back up to pour the water into her own bucket.
She noticed a child glancing at her before running away immediately.
She thought she had scared the child and helplessly slanted the corner of her mouth.
