Chapter 4: Rolled Out of Bed 4

Since these were things all rural children knew how to do, she found herself handling them as easily as a fish in water.

After pondering for a moment, a wicked smirk curled the corners of Ye Xuan'er's mouth. She placed her hand on Tian'er's shoulder and asked with a grin, "Did you notice that Sister Xuan'er has become prettier?"

Hearing this, Tian'er instantly froze in place. What kind of question was that?

She just felt that this Sister Xuan'er, who was famous in this village for being lazy, seemed to be much more decisive when doing things than before.

However, speaking of which, Ye Xuan'er suddenly remembered something—she still didn't know what she looked like in this life.

Her eyes darted slightly as she tugged at Tian'er's clothes, asking somewhat unnaturally, "Little one, is there a mirror?"

Tian'er's eyes were filled with confusion. "A mirror?"

Ye Xuan'er rolled her eyes toward the sky. Fine, in an ancient rural village, something like a mirror should be considered a luxury.

"Little one, where do I fetch water?" Ye Xuan'er pondered for a moment and changed the subject.

Tian'er was stunned at first, but she seemed to have begun getting used to Ye Xuan'er's series of abnormal behaviors since waking up. She hurriedly pointed outside. "That well under the shed out there."

"Mhm, good girl." Ye Xuan'er smiled and pinched her cute cheek. Her eyes scanned the surroundings once more before she grabbed an old, weathered basin and ran outside.

The sun outside was scorching. Likely to prevent the water in the well from drying up, a simple thatched shed had been built over it.

Quickly pulling up a bucket of water and pouring it into the basin, Ye Xuan'er leaned down to look with great anticipation.

This look did not disappoint her.

A pair of large eyes that were incredibly bright, a high bridge to her nose, pink lips that were naturally red, and a pair of ordinary earrings. Taken together, she was quite easy on the eyes. Although this Ye Xuan'er did not possess the beauty that had earned her the title of "school belle" in her previous life, she could still be considered a genuine beauty.

With a curl of her lips, Ye Xuan'er habitually flipped the basin over to pour it out to the side.

*Splash.*

"Don't pour it! Don't pour it..."

The sound of splashing water and an anxious voice rang out simultaneously. Ye Xuan'er looked to the side in surprise.

She saw a woman with a face full of wrinkles, dressed in patched-up clothes and holding a hoe, running quickly toward her.

Ye Xuan'er searched carefully through her memories for this person's identity, and after a moment, she reached a conclusion. This—was her mother in this life, the fifty-something-year-old Xia Ruyun.

"Oh my goodness, such a large basin of water wasted, what a pity, what a pity!" Her mother bypassed her directly and walked to the wet spot, looking at the ground with heartache, her already wrinkled face gaining even more lines.

Ye Xuan'er's face instantly darkened. She crouched down and comforted her, "Mother, it's just a basin of water, it's nothing."

"You spendthrift girl! What do you mean 'just a basin of water'? It's a drought year, the whole village is short on water. Do you know how important this basin of water is?" Before her mother could respond, an infuriated voice rang out from afar.

Ye Xuan'er looked over. A dark-skinned man holding a hoe was walking toward them.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his face possessed a natural authority even when not angry. At this moment, he walked with a sense of urgency, his rage being self-evident.

Ye Xuan'er's pupils dilated slightly. This—was her father.

His appearance was deeply etched into the mind of the original Ye Xuan'er.