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The scanty amount of money at home had to be carefully used until the winter wheat could be harvested, and in the cold weather, the chickens scarcely laid any eggs. Although they scrimped and saved just for Qian Sangui and Cheng Yue to eat, precious foods like noodles were rarely seen. On the rare occasions that they had something like a hearty meat stew, it was Old man Qian and his wife who secretly slipped them a few slices of meat. There was also Cheng Yue, who often shared her food with Qian Manxia when Lady Wu wasn't looking.
The family struggled through the long, harsh winter.
When the willow branches began to turn green and the first yellow flower blossomed at the door, the pregnant Cheng Yue excitedly called out, "Mother, Auntie Xia, look, the flowers are blooming!"
She peered through the crack in the door and saw a little yellow flower suddenly appear three meters away.
"So it's bloomed, what's so special about that?" Qian Manxia pouted as she spoke.
