The fence is too small, so let's make a chicken pen. This way, you don't have to go to the market to get eggs.

Although there is a stream behind the hut, it is too inconvenient to fetch water all the time, and it would be nice to dig a well.

And this stone stove, which is so small that you can only put a pot on it. I must get a kitchen, at least as big as the imperial dining room in my palace!

I had a whimsical vision of the yard, and although I knew that my wish might not be fulfilled, I felt happy just thinking about it.

When I walked into the wooden house, I found that the place was still quite cramped. Unlike the empty yard, it's stuffed with stuff.

The quilts were neatly folded on the bed, and there were a few clothes worn by ordinary women at the head of the bed. In the corner, there is a large pot and chopsticks, as well as a hand towel made of coarse cloth, which looks like it is used for washing dishes. As if I was afraid that I would be hungry, the cupboard where the dishes should have been put was full of dry food, and I counted it, and I could eat it for at least three days.

From pots and pans to rouge bedding, this small space is packed to the brim.

There are too many, all of them are needed for life.

I opened the bag that Assorted had given me again, and found that it contained a thick stack of silver tickets and a few books.

After a little flipping through it, I realized that these books had come to tell me how to live alone in a wooden house. How to cook, how to grow crops, how to make a fire to cook, how to fetch water. These books have no titles, no inscriptions or stamps at the end of the pages, and are all handwritten. But the handwriting is different, as if it were dictation.

I don't know where Assorted got such an amazing book. With this, I was able to figure it out on my own, even if no one came to teach me.

I lay on the bed with a coarse cloth coat in my arms, with only two quilts under me.

Through the quilt, I could feel the hardness of the wooden bed.

The bed board was too hard, and I was a little unaccustomed to it, but the smell of the soap horn of the coarse cloth made me quite reassuring.

It's really like a dream!

From the time I left the palace to the road, and now I have arrived at the wooden house, and no one has come to arrest me back.

I don't think I'll come back again.

I fell asleep.

The sun is setting.

The room grew dark.

The moon hung high in the sky, and I woke up faintly.

It's dark, it's cold, it's thirsty......

When I woke up, the joy of escaping the predicament was gone.

It was as if the sorrow had taken root in my heart, engraved in the depths of my soul, and every night, it seemed as if it had been revived.

I smeared and climbed out of bed, trying to turn on the light to drive away the darkness.

But he heard the wind blowing through the cracks in the wooden windows, making a whistling sound.

Whoo - like the mother queen's panting, like the sound of her coughing up blood before she died. The sound of the wooden window being blown by the wind was like she was blocking the bed to protect me from going out.

It's obviously not like it, but I'm subconsciously simulating the situation of them forcing the palace.

It was pitch black, I forgot where the candle was, I couldn't touch it, I couldn't find the fire breaker.

I tripped over the corner of the table and fell to the floor, shattering the teacup. I tried to stand up, but was cut by a sharp teacup shard.

Fragments of teacups, wounds, shocking wounds of self-harm......

I reached for my arms and chest, the wounds that had been left there had long healed, but they were slightly raised to the touch.

I can't see, I can't hear, there's no one around.

In this darkness, can I finally be free from his mercy and become myself......

However, he has lost everything.

I held the piece of teacup that had cut me, lay down on the bed, and thought about the problems of life for a long, long time.