Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1154 - 1064: Female Prime Minister 2

The curtain was lifted, and a woman in a blue floral long dress, with a simple bun and a sky-blue headscarf, walked in, looking quite young.

This woman was precisely Mrs. Wang, Yin Shuangshuang’s mother. As soon as she entered the room, she closed the door behind her and stealthily crouched by the crack in the wooden door, carefully observing whether anyone was watching from outside.

After quite a while, confirming that no one outside noticed her, Mrs. Wang quickly returned to the bedside and took out a shelled boiled egg from her sleeve.

Mrs. Wang brought the egg to Yin Shuangshuang’s mouth, her face full of loving smiles, but her voice was extremely low, "Good child, mother has brought you an egg today again to help nourish your body.

Hurry and eat it. If your grandma discovers an egg missing, she’ll come over and take it away from you again."

The egg white bore some scorched yellow traces. Clearly, Mrs. Wang had once again stolen an egg from home, cooked it using some unknown method, and brought it to Yin Shuangshuang for nourishment.

Yin Shuangshuang didn’t reject Mrs. Wang’s kindness. In fact, her body lasting for so many years was indeed related to the nutritious food Mrs. Wang constantly provided.

This is the sorrow of this era; in a modern society, when people are sick, a doctor’s advice would definitely be to eat less meat and more vegetables, less refined rice, more coarse grains.

However, for the ancients who couldn’t eat meat more than twice a year, being sick naturally meant eating more meat; only by eating enough meat could the body be strong, and a strong body could endure sickness better than a weak one.

After eating the egg Mrs. Wang brought, Yin Shuangshuang sat up straight and said to Mrs. Wang, "Mother, could you help me get some golden thread grass? I want to weave something from the golden threads inside."

Golden thread grass is a kind of wild grass seen everywhere in this world, slender and growing in clusters. Inside each golden thread grass is a golden thread that shines brightly, refracting multicolored lights under the sun, hence the name. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Golden thread grass has vigorous vitality; it grows in large patches. Extracting the golden thread inside requires a somewhat troublesome process.

First, boil the golden thread grass in water, then crush it with a stone, and finally wash off the boiled outer layer of the grass with clean water; what remains is the golden thread inside.

Mrs. Wang always grants her daughter’s requests. Upon hearing Yin Shuangshuang’s request, she didn’t overthink it, believing Yin Shuangshuang just wanted something to do to pass the time, feeling a pang of heartache.

Mrs. Wang, with her lively personality, after promising Yin Shuangshuang, went directly to her own field to find her husband Yin Zheng, notifying him of their daughter’s desire for golden thread grass.

When Mrs. Wang arrived at the field, Yin Zheng had already finished his portion of work, but today Old Master Yin suddenly appeared on the field, preventing anyone from leaving, so Yin Zheng was dawdling around idly.

Both Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang shared the belief that their daughter’s matters were most important. So upon hearing Mrs. Wang’s words, Yin Zheng immediately put down his work, left despite Old Master Yin’s murderous gaze, because nothing was more important than his daughter.

The speed of Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang was swift; following Yin Shuangshuang’s request, not even a day passed before a large bunch of golden threads was placed before her at evening.

To gather this pile of golden silk threads for Yin Shuangshuang, both Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang endured scolding from Old Master Yin and Mrs. Zhao throughout the day for neglecting their duties to pamper a child, deemed a disgrace.

Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang expertly ignored the insults from Old Master Yin and Mrs. Zhao, treating them flippantly.

The couple, with equally thick skin, as long as they could achieve their intended purpose and gain desired benefits, cared little about being scolded.

Just after Mrs. Zhao had reprimanded her second son and daughter-in-law for neglecting work in favor of spoiling a child this afternoon, she found another egg missing from her basket during dinner preparations.

Mrs. Zhao was already burning with anger, and this added fuel to the fire. Without a second thought, she knew who had stolen the egg again. It was surely Mrs. Wang, stealing eggs for her critically ill, medicine-dependent daughter.

Mrs. Zhao looked down on her granddaughter, Yin Shuangshuang, as being utterly worthless—a frail girl who barely managed to get out of bed throughout the year couldn’t even be married off for a dowry, an absolute financial burden.

If it were up to Mrs. Zhao, this granddaughter should have been left in the abandoned children ditch with sick children and unwanted baby girls when she was still young, to fend for herself.

But there her stubborn son and silly daughter-in-law insisted on raising this medicine-dependent child despite depleting the family’s finances.

Now, a new bout of rage emerged amid old grievances, prompting Mrs. Zhao to step out, pointing and ready to start cursing Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang promptly noticed something amiss and hurriedly stepped outside, pulling Mrs. Zhao away, refusing to let her erupt at the doorstep.

Their girl was not in good health; should she hear Mrs. Zhao’s gossip while cursing, it might trigger another illness.

Over the years, Mrs. Wang protected Yin Shuangshuang exceptionally well, not allowing her to suffer grievances. Though Mrs. Zhao loved to curse, Mrs. Wang never let Yin Shuangshuang hear a single word of it.

At this moment, Yin Shuangshuang concentrated on her bow, weaving the flower-shaped hairpin she had long planned with the golden threads from the golden thread grass.

Yin Shuangshuang thought of many ways to improve life, but after much thought, only this method seemed easiest—a hands-off approach essentially, with no upfront cost required.

The court law stipulates that besides officials and scholar households, women are forbidden to wear gold jewelry, yet women are utterly defenseless against the allure of glittering gold jewelry.

The golden thread from the golden thread grass gleams as brightly as true gold, and is even more beautiful since it can reflect multicolored lights under the sun.

If these golden threads could be fashioned into various hair ornaments, they would undoubtedly be prettier than hairpins crafted from gold, and since they’re made of grass, even in golden color, they don’t require restriction and can be worn freely.

Yin Shuangshuang was certain that if she could make them, sales wouldn’t be a concern. The problem was she encountered some difficulties in the weaving process.

Yin Shuangshuang knew how to weave it; the method was stored in some unidentifiable memory from a different lifetime, but those memories were somewhat obscure and unclear.

After meticulously sorting out memories and fiddling with it for half an hour, she managed to make a small flower, though the efficiency was quite low; nonetheless, it was indeed pretty, prettier than flowers made from gold.

After finishing one flower, Yin Shuangshuang did not continue weaving. She planned to first condition this weak physique.

Being unable to use the Main God’s powers or improve her physical ability through martial arts, Yin Shuangshuang’s sole idea for enhancing this body was using spiritual power to communicate with this world’s scarce divine power, gathering it into the body to nurture this frail physique.