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My name is Lin Xiaohui, and I have been transported to this unfamiliar era for some time now. Although I strive to adapt to life here, the original owner of this body had such a terrible reputation in the village that I often face the cold mockery of the villagers.
"Look, that shameless one is out again." Whenever I pass by the big tree at the village entrance, I can always hear the whispers of the gossiping women.
"Right? I don’t know where she gets the nerve to wander around the village." Another sharp voice chimed in.
I hurried past with my head down, secretly sighing. What had the original owner done to earn such disdain from everyone in the village?
However, I did not let these rumors deter me. Since I have come to this era, I am determined to change my circumstances and prove my worth through my actions.
The supplies stored in my space became my greatest support. I began to secretly help some struggling villagers. I delivered several bags of rice to Uncle Zhang’s home, quietly left a basket of eggs in front of Aunt Li’s door, and when Uncle Wang’s child fell ill, I slipped some fever medicine through their door late at night.
Gradually, the villagers’ attitudes toward me began to shift subtly. While some still avoided me, others started to nod in acknowledgment.
"Lin Xiaohui, thank you for the rice you sent," Uncle Zhang stopped me one day and said, "I know it was you; don’t deny it."
I was a bit surprised but smiled and replied, "Uncle Zhang, you’re too kind. We’re all from the same village; helping each other is what we should do."
Uncle Zhang patted my shoulder and said with satisfaction, "You’ve changed a lot, kid. In the past... well, let’s not dwell on that. You’re doing well now, and everyone sees it."
A warmth spread through me; it seemed my efforts were not in vain. But good times didn’t last long; soon enough, someone couldn’t stand my "good fortune."
"Hmph, don’t be fooled by her," Widow Wang’s sharp voice rang out at the village head. "Who knows where she got those things? They might be stolen!"
I was about to retort when Li Jianguo stepped in ahead of me. "Aunt Wang, you can't say that. Lin Xiaohui has changed for the better; how can you say such things about her?"
I cast a grateful glance at Li Jianguo, feeling a warm glow inside. It felt wonderful to have someone speak up for me.
But Widow Wang was clearly not going to back down. "Oh, Li Jianguo, don't be fooled by her. Who knows if she's just pretending to be good? Maybe one day her true colors will show!"
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I knew that in this era, words could be dangerous. I had to tread carefully and not give anyone a reason to criticize me.
"Aunt Wang," I said calmly, "I know you have your prejudices against me. However, I am genuinely trying to change. Everything I have is earned legitimately, and if you don't believe me, you can ask the supply and marketing cooperative in town."
Widow Wang was momentarily taken aback by my composure, unsure of how to respond. The other villagers exchanged glances, seemingly reassessing their perception of me.
After this incident, I became even more cautious. I began learning how to interact with the villagers and how to survive in this unfamiliar environment. I understood that only by truly integrating into this era could I change my fate.
I started actively helping my neighbors with their work. When it was time to harvest wheat, I picked up a sickle without hesitation and joined in; during rice planting, I bent over in the paddy fields for hours on end. Although my skills were lacking, the villagers gradually warmed up to me as they saw my efforts.
"Lin Xiaohui, your rice planting skills are improving!" Aunt Li said with a smile.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and replied with a grin, "I'm still far from perfect; I need to learn more from everyone."
Slowly, I found myself beginning to enjoy this simple yet fulfilling life. Every day spent working with the soil was tough but made me feel more grounded than ever before.
What warmed my heart the most was the companionship of Li Jianguo and the children. Whenever I felt tired or downcast, seeing their smiling faces made everything worthwhile.
"Mother, look at the wildflowers I picked for you!" The little girl ran over joyfully, holding a bouquet of colorful wildflowers.
I crouched down, took the flowers from her hands, and gently kissed her forehead. "They're beautiful, thank you, my Little Cotton Jacket."
Li Jianguo smiled from the side and said, "Lin Xiaohui, you’re becoming more and more like a good mother."
I looked up at him, a warm feeling swelling in my heart. Yes, without realizing it, I had truly integrated into this family and this era.
Late at night, when all was quiet, I often lay in bed reflecting on my experiences over the past period. From the initial discomfort to now feeling at ease, I had indeed come a long way.
I understood that in this time of scarcity, my space was my greatest advantage. But I also knew I couldn't rely on it too much. I needed to learn to create value with my own hands and change my life with my own wisdom.
I began to ponder whether I should start a small business. Perhaps I could use items from my space to set up a stall at the market? Or maybe I could teach the village women some simple crafts?
Thinking of this made me smile. It seemed that I had fully embraced this new identity and new life. I was no longer a confused traveler but rather Lin Xiaohui, an ordinary woman striving to live in this era.
Tomorrow would be a brand new day. I looked forward to using my own hands to gradually change this home, this village, and my own destiny.
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