The Gu family sat at the innermost part of the threshing ground. While they were busy threshing grain, the women’s mouths were not idle, constantly chatting about village gossip. Because of this, they did not immediately notice what was happening on the Gu family’s side.
Not far from them was a branch family of Old Man Gu’s nephew. Their relationship had never been good due to past disputes over borrowed money. That nephew’s wife was especially loud and sharp-tongued, always eager to draw attention.
It just so happened that as Gu Yuan arrived at the threshing ground with her nephew and niece, that woman saw them. She immediately stopped drinking water and called out loudly toward Old Madam Gu:
“Big Aunt! Your Gu Yuan is here! Oh, she’s even carrying a jar—bringing you something? How filial!”
Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Everyone nearby understood instantly and smiled knowingly. Everyone in Gu Village knew Gu Yuan was “lazy,” and that her mother always liked to put on a show for her.
Old Madam Gu looked up and shot her a glare before immediately spotting Gu Yuan in the distance. Without hesitation, she smacked Gu Laosan on the arm.
“Useless thing! Didn’t you see your sister’s injured? Why is she still carrying something so heavy? Go take it from her!”
Gu Laosan’s wife quickly ran over.
At the same time, Gu Yuan handed the jar over.
“I made some mung bean soup. It’s hot outside, I thought everyone might get heatstroke.”
She smiled naturally, even though she was still not used to how the Gu family treated her like fragile porcelain.
After distributing the soup, everyone drank eagerly.
“Delicious!” Old Madam Gu praised immediately.
Wang-shi, however, muttered, “Mother is just biased. Even if it’s dirt she made, she’d say it’s good.”
But when she tried it herself, her expression changed.
It was… cold, sweet, refreshing—like biting into chilled watermelon on a scorching day.
Even Gu Filfil, who was usually selfish like her parents, drank it all without hesitation.
Wang-shi nearly exploded with anger seeing her daughter not share a single drop.
Meanwhile, Gu Yuan watched everyone’s reactions in confusion.
It really tasted that good?
Old Madam Gu, noticing her, asked, “You haven’t drunk any yourself?”
“I put it in the well to chill first. I saved mine,” Gu Yuan replied honestly.
She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly realized something.
The system voice she heard before—those strange words about value and money…
She stared at the empty jar.
Could it be… her “golden finger” from modern times had followed her here?