The improved female villains regained their memories.

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Someone pushed the door open and came in.

She sat up abruptly, looking at the uninvited guest who had entered the room. It was an old man, hunched over, with a stiff, expressionless face.

"you are……"

The old man didn't say anything, but walked over and looked at it carefully.

As the other person approached, the woman recognized the old man. He was Old Man Qian from the pharmacy, who was said to be greedy and indifferent, and rarely spoke to anyone.

"It's just a deficiency of qi and blood, don't worry. These medicines are packed for you. Boil them three times a day and drink them on time."

The old man spoke, placed the medicine on the table, didn't mention money at all, and then turned and left.

As he reached the door, he turned around, and the baby girl who had been in her mother's arms suddenly moved and smiled at him.

The woman's heart stirred: "Say goodbye to Grandpa."

"Ah, ah, ah, hehe!"

The baby girl made unintelligible sounds and waved her little hands.

The old man stood there for a moment, then closed the door and left.

The woman held her daughter tightly. The intelligent woman had long noticed that her daughter and the old man had some resemblance in their eyes and eyebrows.

But she said nothing, and she wouldn't say anything.

All she knew was that she was her child and she was her mother, and that was enough.

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Su Murong led Su Rouxue into the tavern.

As soon as she entered, she shouted, "Old man, old man, are you there? Quick, bring out the food!"

"What are you yelling about, little darling? What are you trying to do now?!" The foreigner came out from the kitchen, initially looking imposing, but when he saw Su Rouxue, he paused, "Hey? Your mother's better?"

"Yes, that's all. Hurry up and bring up the good food."

Do you have money?

"Take it on credit first."

"Another credit offer?! Can't you just say you'll deduct it from your wages?"

"No, those are for my mother's medical treatment. I'll pay you back on credit for now, and I'll pay you back double when I have the money. Quickly, bring up that roast chicken and other things; my mother loves them."

"That's fucking stingy."

The foreigner grumbled and cursed, but still went into the kitchen to prepare. Su Murong pulled Su Rouxue down to sit, patted his chest and said, "Mother, don't worry, I'm working with Pingsheng now, and we've earned lots and lots of money. We'll buy you all the good food then."

"Okay~ Xiao Rong is the best." Su Rouxue smiled and patted her head. "But, Xiao Rong, you can't be so rude to Uncle Gui. He was the one who taught me how to weave straw sandals back then."

"Huh!?" Su Murong's eyes widened. "Such a thing is true!?"

"Hmm...that was a long time ago."

As Su Rouxue spoke, she looked out the window and recalled some past events.

Similarly, they were just some trivial matters.

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"I'm sorry, we're not hiring anymore."

The shopkeeper, having already calculated his options, refused without hesitation.

Although she had expected it, she was still surprised to be rejected so directly. She sighed and was about to look elsewhere when, just as she turned around, the shopkeeper suddenly said:

"However, since you look so pitiful, I have an idea."

The woman's hope was rekindled. She turned around and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It's cold here in Liuyun City. Besides food, the most important thing here is clothing, and among clothing, shoes are the most important. I can teach you how to weave straw sandals and prepare the hemp rope you need to make straw rope. If you make money, you don't need to share much with me. Just pay me back for the hemp rope."

Just as the saying goes, "After passing through a dark abyss, a new village appears," the woman was overjoyed and was about to thank the shopkeeper when he continued:

"But you'll have to get the grass yourself. I can only tell you the approximate location. It's going to be very tough. Can you handle it?"

"Don't worry, I can do it."

She can.

The next day, the woman carried a basket even bigger than herself and went out of the city into the valley.

The shopkeeper had already told the woman the location of the straw, so she gritted her teeth, stepped on the gravel, and hurried there step by step.

Her shoes were torn, her back was chafed and bleeding, and the thorns she was pulling grass had cut her palms, leaving them bloody.

In the end, she went back, and there was only a thin layer left in the box.

The shopkeeper looked at them and shook his head, saying, "These aren't enough to make a pair."

The shopkeeper's disappointment was palpable, and the woman kowtowed, begging for another chance.

The baby girl poked her head out of the basket, blinking her big eyes.

The shopkeeper was stunned. It turned out that the woman was worried about the child and had brought the baby girl up the mountain with her today.

"Leave your child with me from now on, and I'll take care of him for you, at least until you're familiar with these procedures."

The woman shook her head and refused, saying, "It's no trouble for you. I'm just not familiar with the area today. Next time I'll go into the mountains earlier, and I'm sure I can manage."

"but……"

"Please believe me, give me another chance!"

The shopkeeper fell silent.

From that day on, the woman, with the baby girl, worked from morning till night, gathering enough straw to weave straw sandals.

In just one month, her delicate hands became covered with calluses, and she could no longer be seen playing the zither.

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The dishes were served, and Su Rouxue ate them in small bites.

Su Murong asked excitedly, "Is it delicious?"

Su Rouxue smiled and nodded: "Delicious!"

The mother and daughter ate quietly. During the meal, Su Murong asked, "Mother, why do you think I have this name?"

"Doesn't Xiao Rong like this name?"

"I like it, but I just want to know what the meaning of this name is."

"The meaning..."

Su Rouxue thought for a moment and then put down her chopsticks.

The cold wind blew quietly outside. She remained silent, then slowly began to speak:

"Xiao Rong, you must remember this."

"Ok?"

"Your glory is the glory of honor."

The wind outside has calmed down.

The snow fell slowly, bringing back some memories.

Those small memories.

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Women weave straw sandals by first twisting palm or hemp rope, then braiding the shoe ears (short palm rope twisted into double strands), taking a handful of good straw, pounding it until soft, turning the stool upside down with its four legs in the air, putting on the straw sandal sticks, and then sitting on it to weave straw sandals.

She would spend some time collecting straw, and then spend some time weaving straw sandals. Once they were almost finished, she would take them out to sell.

Her location was near the south gate of the city, and she was also carrying a basket, but instead of straw, she had replaced it with a baby girl.

Her first customer was the old man. The woman had intended to give him a pair, but he refused, saying, "It's only right to charge money when doing business."

The old man bought a pair of straw sandals, but his gaze remained fixed on the sleeping baby girl in the basket. He asked, "What's her name?"

"Ah...you mean her? She hasn't decided yet."

He remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Where is her father?"

The woman's eyes dimmed, and she pursed her lips: "They ran away."

He said "Oh," and then added, "Then let her take your surname."

The woman looked up blankly.

But the old man had already turned and walked away, only to stop after a few steps and walk back.

"I'll take all of these shoes."

And so, the woman finished work for the day.

She carried the child home, looked at the sleeping baby girl, and thought about the old man's words.

Yes, the child doesn't even have a name yet.

She thought of herself, of how she had admired the Guan family's loyalty and integrity since childhood, and so she looked at her daughter and said softly:

"From now on, your name will be Su Murong."

After thinking for a moment, she added another sentence.

"Rong means honor."

They have backbone and integrity.

The highest honor lies in the moment of standing up.

She has backbone, and she hopes her daughter does too.

"Mu Rong, Xiao Rong..."

She hummed softly, a happy smile on her face.

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