She had only transmigrated over for less than a day, and Mo Yan could tell the only one who cared about her in this family was her sister Mo Ling.
Her mother Mrs. Liang hadnât even spoken to her the entire day, while all Mo Feng knew was to ask when it was time to eat.
And now, their entire family were arguing over an egg. Mo Yan couldnât imagine who her days would be like in the future.
As Mo Yan entered the kitchen, she slowly said, âI shouldnât eat this egg by myselfâ¦how about we split the egg?â
Mo Ling looked at her sister with confusion. It was probably due to the disparity between how she spoke right now and how she spoke before.
Mo Feng rolled his eyes at her, âWhat do you âsplit the eggâ? Iâm the future head of the house; naturally, I should get the egg all to myself.â
Was this what he learnt from school? [1]
Mo Yan sat by the table and smiled slightly, âIn which case, do you know the familyâs income and expenses? Do you know anything about how we will make money in the future?â
Her sister couldnât help but smile secretly. When Mo Feng heard this, he waved his hand and said, âWith how poor we are, the most valuable things in the room are you two. If I donât get my egg right this instant, Iâll sell both of you!â
When she heard this, Mrs. Liang couldnât stand it anymore and snapped as she slapped the table, âShut up! If weâve fallen to the point where we have to sell the familyâs daughters, how will you ever marry a good wife?â
It turns out the reason why she wasnât willing to sell her daughters wasnât because she cared about them, but rather because she wanted her son to marry well in the future.
Mo Fengâs belly started rumbling. He reluctantly started scooping porridge into his empty bowl. Mo Ling handed him some green beans, giving her mother the boiled egg as well.
Mrs. Liang deshelled the egg, but instead of shoving it into her mouth and eating it, she instead split it into four roughly even portions. She gave one to both of her daughters and the remaining two to her son. Mo Feng shoved one into his mouth and gave the other to his mum. [2]
While Mo Ling gave her portion to her sister, âEat! Grow big and healthy, so you wonât fall when trying to climb up a ladder.â
âDid she fall?â Mrs. Liang asked this question nonchalantly, without even raising her head.
âShe wanted to help collect the wheat grains but fell. Thankfully, sheâs alright now.â
Mo Feng said through a mouthful of pickled vegetables, âWhat can she do? Sheâs just a waste of space, we should-â
Mo Ling used her chopsticks to rattle his bowl, âIf you talk about selling her again, weâll let you starve to death. Even though Yanâer has a weak body, she still tries to help out. How about you!â
âArenât I studying?â
âSo why havenât you taken the imperial examination yet?â
Back then, the imperial examination system was still imperfect, and not everyone could take part. You had to be recommended by a scholar from your village. Who in their right mind would recommend Mo Feng, that piece of work?
Mo Feng was already fourteen. At this age, the vast majority of boys would be reasonably fit and strong, but he was still weak and scrawny. To him, studying was basically just an excuse for him to avoid having to help out in the fields.
When Mrs. Liang thought about her sonâs future, she couldnât help but sigh. Aside from his above-average looks, Mo Feng was completely useless.
âWhen your dad comes back next year, Iâll ask him to help you find a good job. You can only marry well if you have a good job, after all.â
Mo Yan still hadnât seen their dad, but judging from the state of their home, he probably wasnât competent. I donât think Iâll be able to rely on him.
This body was really pitiful. It was deathly thin, and didnât have much appetite either. Mo Yan was full after half a bowl of porridge. Then, because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing, she kept quiet and looked at this new family of hers.
Mo Ling cleaned up after dinner yet again, with only her sister helping to stack the bowls and plates.
The northern house of their home was illuminated by a lamp. Inside, Mrs. Liang was repairing the soles of a pair of shoes using the faint light emitted. They were larger than Mo Fengâs feet, so it went without question whose these were.
Mo Yan followed her sister into the inner house. Mo Ling took out two pieces of paper from under her pillow, and there were charcoal images of flowers on both.
âYanâer, which one looks better?â
One image depicted a peony, and the other had a lotus on it. Mo Yanâs favourite flower was a lotus in her past life, so she pointed at it and said, âThis one. Lotuses grow in dirt but still stay pure, which has a good meaning.â
âSis, where do you want to sew this onto?â Mo Yan raised her small face and asked Mo Ling.
âClothes for the New Year,â Mo Ling said warmly. During the New Year, they didnât have to work so she could finally take a breather for a few days.
Judging from our family circumstances, we canât afford satin for New Yearâs clothes. And is it really worth it to sew these pretty flowers onto linen clothing?
âItâd take too much time to sew these onto clothes. What if we made smaller drawings and sewed them onto the hems of our clothes? Theyâd look better even if they were only drawn using one colour.â
âBut we donât have those! We got these from Mrs. Cao.â [3]
âHow about I draw them?â
Mo Feng wasnât in his study, so Mo Yan grabbed a brush and paper. The rain hadnât stopped, but no one knew where Mo Feng had gone off to after dinner.
She put the paper on the kang and started drawing with the help of a lantern. The images included blossomed lotus flowers and lotus flowers which hadnât fully bloomed yet. It was simple, but it wasnât crude and ugly.
She had just finished drawing when Mrs. Liang hollered from the northern room, âGo to sleep! Youâre using up precious oil!â
The two sisters blew out the lamp on the kang and laid down on the ground.
âSis, does dad send any money to us?â Mo Yan asked.
Mo Ling huffed lightly before replying, â2000 taels a year, but mum gets none of that. Itâs all taken by the old woman living in the back house.â [4]
The old woman living in the back room was their grandmother. [5]
âSo why doesnât mum go and find dad in the city?â
âShe went in the past, but the two would start arguing as soon as they met. She doesnât go to the city to meet him anymore.â
Mo Yan fell asleep as she imagined how her parents would argue when they met.
The next day, Mo Ling woke up bright and early. After cooking breakfast, she hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls before going to the fields.
It was harvest season. The Mo family had already reaped all their crops from the harvest, but the land still needed tilling for the second harvest. They didnât have any oxen or ploughs, so the small amount of farmland they had were tilled by Mo Ling and Mrs. Liang. The most important part of farming was to keep up with the seasons, so if you missed a fairly small window of time your harvest would grow poorly.
They had no idea when Mo Feng returned home last night and he was still sleeping. He only woke up reluctantly when Mrs. Liang shook him awake.
Mo Yan wasnât hungry, so she only ate half a bowl of porridge and a small bun. Then, she cleaned up before leaving the house. She wanted to know what Chenzhong Village was like.
As she left, she came across two small, beaten-up rooms towards the back of their home. She remembered the old lady Mo Ling was talking about, so went towards it.
There were bamboo curtains covering the northern room, so she couldnât go inside. But when she walked to the southern room, there was an old woman drying out the food in a large basket. Two chickens were circling around her and the food as she tried to chase them away.
âScram! This food isnât for you!â
Post-editing notes: This family seems more dysfunctional than the Greek gods in mythology. Thatâs not easy to achieve.
[1] This guy is really misogynistic.
[2] But hey, at least he respects his mumâ¦probablyâ¦
[3] Mrs. Cao is probably just a minor side character, if she appears at all.
[4] That number is fairly arbitrary, but I think 2000 taels a year is supposed to be ânot a lotâ.
[5] So why wasnât she at dinner yesterday?