Esta viuvinha vai desafiar o céu.

A single autumn rain swept the ground into a sea of gold.
After the rain, the streets were deserted; a cold wind swept by, dislodging droplets from branches that fell to earth together with withered leaves.
Su Yunching pouted, carrying two empty buckets as she stepped out of the Grand Academician’s residence, bound for Ganlu Well two miles away to fetch water.
She raised her arms high, swinging her wrists so the buckets danced lightly, skipping on tiptoe to avoid puddles in the road.
An old man sweeping away water and fallen leaves paused to watch her. “Oh, Third Miss, punished again by the old master?”
Su Yunching tilted her head, sighing. “Yes, that cranky old man—so mean! I only copied one wrong character, just one, and he’s making me carry six buckets of water!”
“Ah, today won’t be easy. The roads are slippery after the rain. Take it slow. When you return, this place will be clean.”
“Thank you, Uncle Zhu, I’ll be off now!”
The old man watched her departing figure, shaking his head with a smile and returning to his sweeping.
Whenever the Su family’s third daughter made a mistake, she was sent to Ganlu Well to fetch water.
People had grown accustomed to seeing her buckets grow from the size of wine jars to the current washbasin-sized ones, nearly a foot and a half deep. She crossed the streets with her buckets every few days, and it was a familiar sight to all.
Suddenly, the clatter of hooves sent water splashing across the street. Uncle Zhu hurriedly put away his broom and stepped aside, watching as all his hard w