Lin Qingqing's days at Jingyue Temple were truly difficult, not even as good as a maid in a wealthy family.
Waking up early and going to bed late were the norms, and the food was lacking in nutrition, consisting of nothing but steamed buns and vegetables with a hint of oil.
Because she didn't perform well in her work, she would be punished.
Though not by beating, but by making her wash everyone's monk robes.
Luckily, the weather had warmed, but the river water in the back mountains was still very cold, and adding to that was the large amount of laundry to be done, her hands were always soaked and completely wrinkled.
Her fingers were rough and red, like radishes.
If she didn't finish the work, she couldn't even eat.
By the time she completed her tasks, the food was already gone.
If she wanted to eat her fill, she had to speed up and quickly finish the work.
