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Jin Xiaolou returned to his own house, saying that his house could not even block the wind, it was just an extra thatched cottage beside the pigsty.

She had just finished her production and was changing out of her clothes, which were covered in blood and filth.

Jin Xiaolou followed the method that she remembered from when the ancient women came to visit, and stuffed the straw cotton mat into her pants. Then, she went to the firewood house to cook.

In her memories, a dozen flint could be ignited easily, which was something that Jin Xiaolou had done a thousand times a year in the past. But now, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ignite the wood …

Jin Xiaolou had never felt such frustration before. She, who could easily even solve problems such as high numbers and molecular experiments, was actually facing a pile of firewood.

Squatting in front of the stove, Jin Xiaolou, who had never cried before, had her eyes turn red for the first time.

She did not know what sin she had committed to be able to lead such a life. In the modern world, although she was not a member of society, she was still respected and regarded as an outstanding person in the eyes of others. However, in this backward-looking and ignorant ancient era, she had become the most vulnerable existence.

Jin Xiaolou wanted to become strong, so she rubbed her eyes and stopped her tears.

Ever since she was young, she had done everything well. Even in such a situation, she believed that she would still be able to emerge!

She had this feeling, a feeling that she would never admit defeat.

”The pot isn't hot yet. What are you doing for so long? Was the skin itchy again? ”You're asking for it?”

When her first aunt, the Madame Zhou, kicked open the door, she coincidentally saw Jin Xiaolou cat standing motionlessly by the wall. She randomly picked up a willow tree branch hanging by the side of the door and slapped it onto Jin Xiaolou's body.

The willow tree was extremely easy to use, and it was something Jin Xiaolou was used to doing.

Jin Xiaolou took a hit of the whip, a stinging pain appeared on her face. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed her hands together and lit the firewood.

Jin Xiaolou smirked. The moment Madame Zhou's whip arrived, she grabbed the smooth and thin willow branch under the fire. While Madame Zhou was still in a daze, she pulled the willow branch over and threw it into the fire.

”You!” Madame Zhou reacted, she was angry to the point that her face flushed, she did not expect Jin Xiaolou, who had always been obedient and could not hit her head, to actually burn her willow branch, ”Little hoof, do you believe that I won't skin you?!”

Jin Xiaolou's eyes were exceptionally bright amidst the flickering flame. She raised her head and stared at Madame Zhou unblinkingly; such a firm and unyielding gaze actually caused the Madame Zhou's heart to involuntarily shiver.

”Third Aunt is pregnant, but she can't be hungry. Could it be that Eldest Aunt is afraid that next year, Third Aunt will give birth to a son that will threaten Big Brother's position and deliberately make things difficult for me by wasting time, causing Third Aunt to starve?”