He pointed to the wall clock and said, "Look at the time. The children must be hungry soon. Go and get them something to eat."

After watching Fang Jianjun leave the room reluctantly, Zheng's mother moved a stool over and sat by the window, looking out.

While watching, he muttered to himself, "Not bad, not bad, it seems my Shuang'er is in luck this time."

This damn TV series, doesn't it all say that men who are good at martial arts are useless in other aspects? Looks like it's all a lie.

Meanwhile, Yuan Chuyi, panting heavily, asked from inside the car, "How was it? Was it alright?"

Zheng Shuang, who was lying there with a flushed face, said, "Remember to give me a thousand skill books later."

Enraged, Yuan Chu slapped her on the breasts and said, "So you came here for the skills."

Zheng Shuang sat up with a "Oh dear!" and said pitifully, "It's not that I wanted it, it's that Sister Yan told me to take 10,000 books back with me. I'm still short 9,000, you can figure it out yourself."

Upon hearing that Tang Yan had started it all, Yuan Chuyi was so angry that he wanted to use a return scroll to settle the score with her. However, he suddenly thought of a number and chuckled to himself.

He said to Zheng Shuang, "Who told you it was 500 copies at a time?"

Zheng Shuang blinked her big eyes and said, "Sister Yan said that you two always have 500 books together."

Yuan Chuyi said with a wicked smile, "It's 500 books with her, but we each do 1,000 books at a time, so it was 2,000 books in total just now."

As he spoke, he exchanged 500 books for each skill from the system, making up four different types.

Zheng Shuang looked at the two thousand skill books Yuan Chuyi had given her and asked curiously, "But why were there only five hundred yesterday?"

Yuan Chuyi coughed twice and said, "This skill depends on how well I perform. Maybe your leopard print and black stockings scared me yesterday, which prevented me from performing well."

But today is different. You've been so good today, so I can perform well.

Zheng Shuang felt something was off and was about to ask something when Yuan Chuyi pointed to the window of the building across the street and said, "Your mom has been watching us for two hours straight without moving."

Zheng Shuang exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly put on her clothes, complaining as she did so, "How could my mom do this? She's such a grown-up, still peeping." Yuan Chuyi thought to herself that she had finally managed to fool her.

At school, Zheng's mother patted Yuan Chu on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, little Yuan. I didn't expect you to be so capable."

At this moment, Yuan Chuyi really didn't know how to respond, and who knew what Zheng's mother meant by "powerful".

Helpless, Yuan Chu could only laugh it off and say, "Auntie, it's our first time meeting, I don't know what to give you."

He then took out five daggers produced by the system, along with five copies each of the Fireball, Ice Spike, Wind Blade, and Wood Spike spells. He then extracted his own basic spatial storage and handed them all to Zheng's mother.

He added, "These things serve as both a meeting gift and a betrothal gift, so I'll give them all to Auntie."

Then he gestured for Zheng Shuang to tell her mother how to use these items.

Zheng Shuang blinked at her mother with a surprised expression.

After Zheng's mother took the items, she and Zheng Shuang went to the side and asked, "What kind of nonsense is this? Who gives books as betrothal gifts? And what's the meaning of this box? Is it a miniature urn? These daggers look pretty good though."

Zheng Shuang said helplessly, "Mom, you really are a first-generation country bumpkin in this apocalypse. You don't even recognize good stuff right in front of you. How about I trade you ten tons of rice?"

Hearing her daughter say this, Zheng's mother immediately picked up the things and said, "These are all for me. Hurry up and tell me what these things are for."

Pointing to the miniature urn, Zheng's mother said, "This is the space. If you squeeze it hard, it will have a space that is 5 meters long, 5 meters wide, and 5 meters high."

After imagining it in her mind, Zheng's mother said, "That space is much larger than that of a space-type ability user."

Zheng Shuang nodded, signaling her mother to squeeze the box harder. After her mother did so, she felt a perfectly legitimate space appear in her mind. She tried to focus her thoughts on the podium next to her, and the podium disappeared.

Then, another thought struck her, and the podium reappeared. Just as Zheng's mother was having a great time, Zheng Shuang said, "Mom, try these lousy books again using the method I taught you."

She emphasized the word "broken" on purpose. Zheng's mother rolled her eyes at her, picked up a book about fireballs, and squeezed it hard. A beam of light entered her mind.

A moment later, Zheng's mother held a fireball in her hand. Feeling the power of the fireball, she said, "I feel that this fireball can kill a zombie within 30 or 40 meters."

Zheng Shuang then gestured to several other skill books. After Zheng's mother learned each one, she would occasionally have an ice pick in her hand, and then a wooden splinter, playing happily together.

Fang Jianjun, who was standing to the side, was quite envious of Zheng's mother's actions. After playing with it for a while, Zheng's mother asked in a low voice, "You said this skill book, can I give it to your Uncle Fang?"

Zheng Shuang laughed and said, "Since these are a meeting gift and a betrothal gift, you can naturally do whatever you want with them. But you should understand the principle of 'possessing a treasure is a crime' better than I do."

"Mom knows." She then called over Fang Jianjun and said, "Jianjun, you get one of these four skill books as well. Of the remaining twelve, your brothers can learn at most one."

Fang Jianjun said with emotion, "Don't worry, Xiaoling, I didn't expect you to even think about my brothers."

Seeing Fang Jianjun's tearful gratitude, Yuan Chuyi stepped forward and said, "Uncle Fang, thank you for taking care of Auntie. I see you use a knife, so I'll give you this knife."

When Yuan Chu handed Fang Jianjun a large sword with a faint purple glow, even Zheng Shuang opened her mouth slightly in surprise.

Zheng Shuang was genuinely surprised this time, because only a few people around Yuan Chuyi were currently using purple weapons, and she really didn't expect Yuan Chuyi to give a purple weapon to Fang Jianjun.

Fang Jianjun was over forty years old after all. He could see the extraordinary nature of the knife from Zheng Shuang's eyes. He gritted his teeth and refused, saying, "Xiao Yuan, I appreciate your kindness, but this knife must be very precious. I can't accept it."

Yuan Chuyi pushed the knife forward again and said, "Now we're all family, there's no need to be so polite. Besides, the stronger you are, the better you can protect Auntie. That way we can feel at ease even when you're not around, right?"

Zheng Shuang chimed in, "Uncle Fang, please accept it. If you don't, I'll take her away for my mother's safety."

Upon hearing this, Fang Jianjun could only say, "Alright, thank you in advance. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, your mother won't get into any trouble."

Yuan Chuyi looked at Fang Jianjun, who had accepted the weapon, and said, "Are we so cold because we don't have enough heating?"

Fang Jianjun said awkwardly, "Don't laugh at me, but we really lack everything here, from food to daily necessities, there's nothing we don't lack."

Mother Zheng interjected indignantly, "It's all that Tiger's fault. If they hadn't been going against us at every turn, we wouldn't be in this situation."