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Qin Sanniu stood on the ground and picked up her own needle basket, "Alright, then I'll go tomorrow morning, I need to bring some things of my own with me."

"Of course I'll listen to you," Qin Fu Gen didn't expect that Qin Sanniu would agree so readily. Afraid that she would go back on her words, he smiled apologetically: "You'll take care of all your things."

Qin Sanniu pursed her lips, and pushed open the main house's door without looking back.

It was chilly outside. Although she was thin and thin, her back was very straight. With regards to this family, Qin Sanniu did not have a single trace of nostalgia, the person that she was worried about had long passed away, the only thing that remained was that sooner or later, she would have to get rid of him. Previously, she only thought of marrying someone to live a peaceful life for the rest of their lives. Now, although the choice that Qin Fu Gen had given her was much more brutal on the surface, there were indeed the benefits that Qin Fu Gen had mentioned. There was a much harder but wider path, and she could only see that she couldn't walk well on it.

No one was more clear than Qin Sanniu about the feeling of being poor. Even if Qin Zifugen used the rest of her life's freedom to exchange for a few taels of silver, she didn't care about it. And this was only because of Qin Sanniu's resentment towards the environment she was in.

More importantly, Qin Sanniu wanted to go up. The indifference of this destitute environment inspired a desire that was beyond the imagination of the average person. She was willing to suffer. She didn't believe in anything but what she would eventually have.

The next morning, Qin Sanniu packed her own small bag in front of Qin Fu Gen, "I will take this with me," She took out her mother's ranking which was originally placed in a side room. Qin Fu Gen smiled wryly twice, and did not stop her.

She took nothing with her but two close-fitting clothes and a pair of shoes. Of course, this was in front of Qin Fu Gen. In reality, Qin Sanniu had already meticulously sewn the silver she had saved all these years into her clothes last night.

Qin Sanniu had combed her bright black hair into a thick braid. After washing her face clean, she had even used Widow Song's rouge to wipe her cheeks, making her originally somewhat pale face and lips to have some color to them.

The two of them drove the first ox-cart in the village to the city. It was only the father and daughter in it. The wheels of the carriage started to roll slowly, from slow to quick, where trees and flowers were constantly pushed back. Qin Sanniu turned her head and looked at the houses at the village entrance that were gradually fading away from her line of sight.

She had left, never to return, and that was the bad past she would leave behind. The future might still contain everything that was still unknown, but to Qin Sanniu, this kind of unknown would not lose its innocence and beauty.

From the towering city gate to the scenery inside, the liveliness of the city exceeded Qin Sanniu's imagination. The morning market was the busiest time when they entered the city. There were breakfast shops, noodle stalls, grocery stores, clothing stores, and all kinds of jewelry and needlepoint gadgets. They arranged themselves according to the rules, and the sounds of hawking rose and fell one after another. Among the passing crowds, there were loud and low sounds. There were also a few brightly dressed women walking among the crowd, they were laughing and talking to each other, Qin Sanniu looked at their exquisite clothes, and a trace of envy flashed past her eyes.

The clothes Qin Sanniu was wearing was the best one she had on her body, the only patches were on her sleeves, if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't see it. This piece of clothing was worn by her mother when she was a girl. It was a bit old, and its style was a bit too wide and old-fashioned. It was truly unadorned. If it was placed at the corner of the Qin family, it would be acceptable. However, in the capital, it was better than nothing.