"I didn't originally intend to lay a hand on him, but this guy was just too annoying, and I couldn't help myself," An Ning muttered.

She sighed quietly.

“Our mother’s chores were all taken care of by Fatty’s mother. If word of your beating up to Fatty’s mother gets back to her, and she gets angry and stops taking care of our mother’s chores, what will we do?”

An Ning hung her head and remained silent.

An Yi raised his head and said, "It's just fifty coins! I'll take my fourth sister and little sister to the mountains to dig bamboo shoots and wild rice cakes, and sell them at the restaurants in town. That should be enough to make fifty coins!"

An Ning's brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with regret. She shouldn't have acted so rashly.

"Third Brother, you're making it sound too easy. How many baskets would you have to dig to earn fifty coins? Besides, you can only dig bamboo shoots and wild rice cakes in the mountains for a while. What will you do when winter comes?"

An Yi sat down on the wooden stump with a bold and decisive air.

“It’s alright. I’ll learn a few tricks from Shoushan, and we can dig a trap, hunt some wild game, and sell it. If we can catch a couple of pheasants or a couple of rabbits, we can definitely sell it for fifty coins.”

An Ning stamped her foot, her face contorted with rage.

"Why do you want something new? It's not that easy to hunt. There are plenty of traps set in the mountains. Look at how many people in our village can catch them. Only an expert can do it!"

Anjing held the mixed chicken feed and glanced at the two of them.

"You can only hope that the fat guy doesn't tell his mother about this."

Anle scrambled off the kang (a heated brick bed), crawled into the outer room, and chuckled at the two gloomy little faces.

"Third brother, fourth sister, are you trying to make money?"

Anning leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, looking worried.

"Who wouldn't want that? Is money so easy to earn?"

Anle came closer and chuckled.

"Why don't we go up the mountain and take a look? See if there's anything interesting we can get and sell in town?"

An Yi's expression changed immediately upon hearing this. He glared at An Le and threatened, "You still want to go up the mountain? If you go up the mountain again, I'll break your legs!"

Anle was startled by An Yi's shout.

"Third Brother, what are you saying? I meant I'm going with you guys, not going up the mountain alone. Besides, I'm scared of falling, I'll never climb trees again."

Anning glanced at Anle as if she were an idiot. "There's nothing in the mountains now, except for chopping firewood and hunting wild game. Although it's warmer now that spring has arrived, it will still be a couple of days before we can go, after it rains!"

Anle was immediately speechless. What? Isn't it said that guarding a mountain is like guarding a treasure?

It's impossible to get rich by relying on the mountains!

But what else can she do? Her skills as a seasoned talent scout and her identity as an image makeover ambassador are useless here!

As for the cosmeceutical major I studied, it won't be of much use in the short term!

Her father owned a hospital, which he hadn't considered inheriting in his previous life. Could it be that he was going to carry on the family business here, bringing glory to his ancestors and making it even more prosperous?

Uh... so she's going to open a clinic here?

But thinking about it, it's unlikely. With her mediocre medical skills, if she came here to perform invasive surgery, she'd probably end up committing murder!

Besides, you need money to open one, and your medical skills need to be trustworthy!

Damn it, she's like a fly on a windowpane, seemingly with a bright future, but damn it, she has no way out.

She should find a secluded spot to ponder the seven-colored field that Old Yama gave her.

At least we can still manage to make something to eat from there, no matter how much we work!

"Um, I need to go to the bathroom, cough, the outhouse—" Seeing that going up the mountain was out of the question, Anle could only study his system space. He planted several practical tableware and food items in the [Seven-Colored Garden]: water cups, plates, knives and forks, bowls, and bread. After planting these five items, he couldn't grow any more.

Including the milk and steamed buns I planted this morning, that makes a total of seven items.

Then I also took the opportunity to study the element analysis and upgrade guide on the system. It turns out that in the current stage of just starting out and being at level zero, you can only plant seven different things every day.

Element analysis provides comprehensive text and image explanations, dynamic simulations, and lifelike displays for objects you don't understand. It's practically an encyclopedia of knowledge—no, it's even more exaggerated than an encyclopedia of knowledge; it's practically a treasure trove of knowledge about everything.

She just randomly entered the name of a drug, and it even showed her the specific manufacturing process.

Anle spent a quarter of an hour in the outhouse before crawling out, going inside, and lying down on the kang (heated brick bed). Having stayed up all night, he immediately fell into a deep sleep, the smell of the blankets unable to ward off his drowsiness.

The An siblings didn't disturb her rest and consciously left the east room to let her recuperate in peace. She slept until evening.

Just a few minutes after he woke up, Qiao Qiuniang returned with Ankang. The siblings glanced at Qiao Qiuniang hesitantly, none of them daring to mention that they had beaten up Da Pang earlier that day.

Anjing glanced at the basket slung over Qiao Qiuniang's arm and asked only one question without hesitation.

"Mother, once you finish embroidering this handkerchief, can you take it to town and sell it yourself?"

Qiao Qiuniang put the basket on the cabinet by the kang (heated brick bed) and shook her head.

"That won't do. We can't get into those wealthy families. Only Hui-jie has some connections with them. We can't get along with the old women in their courtyards."

Anning followed up with another question.

"Then... can't we send them to those clothing shops instead?"

Qiao Qiuniang smiled.

"It's fine, but the boss is charging too little. After deducting the cost of the silk thread and fabric scraps, you won't make much money selling them. It's better to send them to Sister Hui; you'll earn more that way."

I've finished embroidering all ten pieces this time. I'll take them to Sister Hui tomorrow."

An Yi swallowed hard. Seeing that Qiao Qiuniang seemed to be in a good mood after finishing this batch of work, she dared not bring up the matter of hitting Da Pang.

Anle blinked, sensing that something was off about the atmosphere in the house. It all came down to the fact that they didn't have any money.

The brother and sister beat up that chubby boy during the day, but ultimately it was for her sake.

Anle sighed, realizing that she had become the troublemaker in the family!

When An Mancang and An Ding returned in the evening, the meal was quiet and deserted. None of the siblings spoke first, and the family went to bed early after dinner.

This matter was kept under wraps until the next day, when Qiao Qiuniang went to find Song Minghui with a basket in her arms.

Song Minghui is the mother of the fat man who was beaten.

Anning leaned against the kang table, sighing like an old lady.

"Oh no, when Mother comes back she'll definitely start crying again. And when Grandpa and Grandma see that we paid less money, they'll definitely give us a hard time again. Our family is going to have a hard time again."