Those days when I exiled the paralyzed, deposed crown prince to farm

Ah Man is very good at using what's available. The tools for kneading dough and rolling out noodles are things she found in the yard: wooden boards, sticks, and basins. As long as they work, that's fine. She doesn't care much about anything else.

She busied herself kneading the dough, her hands deftly kneading the dough. Originally, she was worried that ten pounds of rice wouldn't be enough, but now, with the system around, she could eat it sparingly and it would be more than enough.

"You can help me when you're better," Aman said.

Zhao Ye knew he was beyond saving.

His legs were broken on the orders of his father, the emperor.

Because he injured the son of the emperor's most beloved concubine, the emperor was furious and demanded that he pay for his crime in blood.

As for his hands, it was the Imperial Concubine who ordered them to be crippled.

The palace servants used double-edged spikes to sever his tendons, preventing him from ever holding a bow and arrow or writing a book again.

Zhao Ye felt very sorry that his mother knelt in front of the palace for three whole days without being able to gain even a shred of pity from his father.

He was tragic, his mother was tragic, and this dynasty was even more tragic.

Ah Man stuffed all the wild vegetables into the buns. Although there was no meat or any meat at all, the fragrance of the wild vegetables was enough to make Ah Man crave a meal.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the buns were steaming. The medicine in the other pot had been boiled. While the buns were steaming, Aman took the medicine over to Zhao Ye to wash his body.

"This is water boiled with dandelion and honeysuckle. I also dried some of it. Once it's dried, I can use it to make tea, which is good for my health."

His boils seemed to have gotten worse, and Aman wiped them every day to keep his body dry and prevent mosquitoes from landing on him. There were many kinds of insects this season, and it would be bad if they crawled onto him and laid eggs.

The pus flowing from his body stuck his clothes and skin together. Ah Man soaked the clothes with water and slowly tore them apart, but even so, he still couldn't avoid tearing his flesh apart, leaving it bloody and painful to look at.

"Just bear with it, it will be over soon."

Ah Man sniffed, cleaned the pus, and then used medicine to wash his body.

When he came across a scab, Ah Man carefully picked it off bit by bit. He couldn't bear to look at the disgusting sight, so he closed his eyes tightly and trembled all over.

"Don't be afraid. When my dog ​​had a skin disease before, I would just pick off the scabs from its skin. It's nothing."

Her intention was to comfort Zhao Ye.

Because his physical condition was really bad, he belatedly realized after speaking that he seemed to have put Zhao Ye and a dog together.

However, Zhao Ye opened his eyes at this moment, his bright black eyes looking at A Man: "...Dirty."

"It's not dirty, it's not dirty. Everyone has times when they feel uncomfortable."

"You don't need to go to such trouble, Ah Man."

He is in great pain right now; his heart feels like it's riddled with holes.

"I went to the market yesterday and asked a doctor. The doctor said your condition is not serious and can be cured."

Of course, A-Man said this to comfort Zhao Ye, but A-Man didn't just say it empty words.

Because the system also has a crucial function: rehabilitation.

Ah Man thought that since the system wanted him to stay by Zhao Ye's side, these functions must have been tailor-made for Zhao Ye's current situation.

Now, she only needs to follow the instructions given by the system, and she will definitely be able to bring Zhao Ye back to his senses.

"As long as you want to live, we will definitely be able to live well."

"As long as you're alive, there's hope."

Is there hope as long as you're alive?

Zhao Ye saw no hope, nor could he see his future.

His life was already predictable.

Ah Man really splurged today, steaming a pot of wild vegetable buns with some oil mixed in, but unfortunately there was no meat.

If there were meat in the buns, they would be so juicy and delicious. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

"The steamed buns are ready!"

Ah Man is very skilled. She didn't know how to make steamed buns before, but since she transmigrated to this world, there are some things she has to learn even if she doesn't know them.

Actually, Aman's father wasn't lazy; on the contrary, he was very diligent and did all sorts of work, but he was just bad at everything.

They earn a little extra money by doing odd jobs like moving and carrying things for others to supplement their household income.

That's precisely why they keep having children, hoping that if one of their children becomes successful, their entire family will benefit.

Even if you have a litter of daughters, it doesn't matter. They can be raised on rice porridge and coarse food. They can get married when they are twelve or thirteen years old.

Then exchange some of the bride price money back.

If all else fails, even if we haven't sold them yet, we can still supplement our household income.

Ah Man had no choice. Born into such a poor family, she had no special advantages whatsoever, and being female meant she was completely blocked in every way.

She had no choice but to rely on herself and learn as many survival skills as possible, thinking that if she were ever sold, at least she would have some skills to rely on.

Now it's finally coming in handy.

The white flour distributed by the system is refined flour, while most flour in this dynasty is coarse flour, grayish in color, and the steamed buns made from it don't look good and are also rough on the throat.

Only wealthy families could afford refined white flour.

"You bought this?"

Where did Ah Man get the money to buy such good flour to make steamed buns?

Ah Man then remembered this oversight and inwardly sighed, realizing she had completely forgotten about it: "I... I went to the market to help out today!"

"I can do everything!"

"So what work did you do?"

What kind of work can produce such fine white flour in such a short time?

"Castrate the pig!"

Ah Man racked her brains and thought about it, and it seemed that this was the only way to make money quickly.

Other jobs only earn two or three copper coins a day, not enough to buy this white flour, but castrating pigs is different.

She had watched her father castrate pigs when she was a child. He was quick, accurate and ruthless, and she had inherited her father's skills. She could also castrate pigs.

"Castrate a pig?" Zhao Ye was puzzled and even more confused.

"It's about... castrating boars. Castrated boars grow fat faster and their meat doesn't smell bad. If a boar isn't castrated, it will go into heat, and its meat will smell bad!"

Ah Man spoke with a straight face, as if she really had gone to castrate a pig for someone else.

Anyway, Zhao Ye couldn't go out and couldn't find anyone to ask. As a pampered crown prince, how would he know these things?

Zhao Ye: "..."

"It's not hot anymore, you can try it." Ah Man handed over the bun and said, "There are lots of wild vegetables on the mountain, I added some of them, I don't know how it tastes."

He can't move his hands, so Ah Man has to feed him.

Zhao Ye opened his mouth and took a bite of the hot bun. The fresh aroma of wild vegetables wrapped around the white bun skin made it the most delicious thing he had eaten since his exile.

"I steamed a lot, and there's still some in the pot outside!"

Ah Man was happy to see him eating so heartily. He could live! He could live! He was 100% sure he could live!

Tomorrow she will go up the mountain to find more herbs and wild vegetables, but unfortunately she doesn't know how to hunt, so even if she encounters wild rabbits, she will be helpless.