"Don't move!" Wei Aiguo said.

Song Yan simply touched it a couple of times; it felt quite nice.

"I told you not to move," Wei Aiguo said in a low voice.

Song Yan: "I told you to behave, but you didn't listen."

Actually, Song Yan had been curious about Wei Aiguo's pectoral muscles since the first time he bathed him. "It's a two-way street, right? Since you're disobedient, I don't have to give in to you completely!" Song Yan reached out and touched them.

Wei Aiguo grabbed her hand, and Song Yan's other hand went straight for it without hesitation. "So firm!" Song Yan couldn't help but exclaim, and it felt quite nice.

Wei Aiguo felt like he was about to explode. He simply hugged Song Yan tightly and kissed her red lips.

Song Yan was concerned about his injuries, which gave Wei Aiguo the opportunity to act recklessly.

Song Yan's submissiveness was her attitude. Another six months passed, and Song Yan seemed to have grown a little taller. Although she still looked thin, Wei Aiguo could tell from holding her in his arms that she was more rounded than before.

If I weren't in this state, I wouldn't be in so much pain.

Wei Aiguo held Song Yan close, both of them slightly out of breath. They slowly calmed themselves down.

"Xiaoyan, really, I think you're the prettiest!"

"What if I'm eighty?"

"Then in the eyes of an old man in his eighties, you are the most beautiful."

Who doesn't love to hear sweet words?

…

Yesterday, Song Yan said something like, "What if Fang Jinghua comes to see me?" He was just saying it casually, but who would have thought she would actually come?

Song Yan was in a particularly good mood, because today she actually got sea bass. And they were alive, though not very big, each weighing about five or six ounces.

Perhaps there are many patients here, and many of them are high-ranking officials who need certain things. The various departments here aren't very strict in their management.

There were quite a few people selling things with baskets. Song Yan didn't say what she wanted to buy; she just wandered around slowly. When people showed her things, she would shake her head and continue looking if she wasn't buying, generally without saying a word. Although Song Yan spoke Mandarin, it was quite different from the local Mandarin, so she tried to speak as little as possible.

Song Yan wandered around without buying anything, which caught the attention of an old man carrying a bamboo basket. "Young lady, I have something good here, a live bass, come and take a look!"

Song Yan became interested as soon as he heard that he had live bass.

"Let's just take a look." Old man Song Yan led them for a while, until they reached a somewhat secluded alley and entered a small courtyard. There was a basin of water in the courtyard containing eight bass.

The old man was quite pleased with himself. "Young lady, look, my thing is alive."

Song Yan decided to buy the sea bass as soon as she saw it, especially since she liked them live. Sea bass apparently spawn in the sea, and then the young swim back to the river. But keeping them in her spatial dimension might be a good idea.

Song Yan: "Grandpa, I also have some good stuff here." Song Yan took out a pound of wood ear mushrooms from his bag. "This is the highest quality specialty from the North."

The old man was initially reluctant, thinking the price was too low. So the two of them chatted about this and that while trying to negotiate the price.

It turns out the old man sells other things here, including rice, white fungus, and a few pieces of ginger in the corner.

Song Yan wants all of these! Ginger can be grown! But you can't grow ginger at home; you can only buy dried ginger.

And so, Song Yan bought the rest, exchanging one pound of wood ear fungus for eight sea bass.

But how is Song Yan going to carry all these things?

The old man was a very honest person. "My house is always locked. You can keep the key to the yard. After you've taken your things, just slip the key under the door."

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. "Sir, I have some good stuff here. Do you want it?"

The old man didn't care. "If there's anything good, I'll take it. The price will be absolutely fair. But you should know that the purchase price and the selling price are different."

"I understand!" Song Yan left, carrying the bamboo basket he had borrowed with a one-yuan deposit. He didn't go far before finding a secluded spot to pack up his things. He then returned to the courtyard to pack up the rest. He decided to keep the fish, especially in the water basin in his spatial storage for now, and then make a pond for them when he returned.

Song Yan took out ten chickens and a basket of apples. He sat in the shade of the yard and waited for the old man to return.

Not long after, the old man returned, bringing another person with him. He glanced at the chickens in the yard without saying much. The other person had come to buy rice. Only after the transaction was completed did the old man speak to Song Yan.

The old man weighed each chicken in his hand. "These chickens are good, each weighing over six and a half pounds. How about I give you four yuan and fifty cents?"

It's roughly priced at 70 cents per jin (approximately 30 cents per kilogram). The price is acceptable. However, Song Yan noticed that individual purchasing power here is higher than in the north.

Song Yan: "This is our first time, so I'll let the old man try selling it. You said four yuan and fifty cents, so it's four yuan and fifty cents. If you want it again next time, it will definitely be five yuan."

The old man didn't pay much attention to Song Yan's words; he was only focused on the aroma of the apples. "What variety is this? It smells so good!"

Song Yan: "Of course the optimized variety tastes better."

Old man: "Here's six mao for you!"

Song Yan: "I've never lost 80 cents on these apples."

"So you're from the North, right? They're selling something rare. You can hear a Northern accent in your Mandarin. It's not that expensive here." The old man was still smelling an apple.

“These apples aren’t even as big as first-grade apples! And the taste… have you ever seen anything more fragrant? They’re so crisp and sweet. Don’t compare your small, unscented apples to these. The quality of these apples is unmatched anywhere else,” Song Yan said.

The old man hesitated, but finally gritted his teeth and stayed. The basket of apples weighed over 80 jin (approximately 40 kg), and together with the chicken, he sold it for 113.8 yuan.