"Mother, what are you afraid of! Don't we have grain?" Song Yan pointed to the granary.

Only then did Aunt Wei realize that there was more grain in the storeroom than they could eat. She was getting old; how could she be so slow to understand something so simple? From then on, Aunt Wei started to eat snacks more often. She would always give Xiaoxiao, who was too shy to eat, some food, saying, "Eat more, don't be stingy."

Aunt Wei had heard before that a woman's good fortune brings blessings to her whole family. Song Yan was a blessed woman. Ultimately, it was her son who was fortunate; only a fortunate man could marry such a good wife.

The one who felt most embarrassed was Xiaoxiao. She felt she couldn't keep taking advantage of Song Yan, so she exchanged all her work points for grain and put it at the Wei family's place as her food.

Who earns work points, except for someone like Song Yan who earns several work points, would do this? If you don't exchange them for money, what will you spend in a year? When Song Yan asked her, she laughed, "Don't you still have your teaching salary?" Actually, the teaching salary wasn't high; it wasn't much money.

Song Yan simply sold her grain on the black market, which would earn her more money.

When Xiaoxiao and her friends came to the brigade, they owed the brigade for their grain rations, which they had to repay at the end of the year when work points were calculated. Xiaoxiao exchanged all her remaining work points for a little over 400 jin of grain, which she sold for about 300 yuan.

Xiaoxiao panicked. "Do you think I can just eat and stay at your house for free?"

Seeing Xiaoxiao's reddened eyes and ashamed expression, Song Yan realized he had made a mistake. Xiaoxiao wasn't the kind of person who would take advantage of others; he wanted her to live a good life, not to live in guilt and unease. "Sister, let's talk about this properly today."

Song Yan, who never used to call herself "sister," suddenly started calling herself "sister."

"Let's not talk about the past, let's start from today. You've seen how busy I am. From now on, I'll take care of your food and lodging, and I'll leave all the housework to you." Song Yan should treat Xiao Xiao as family, not as a guest, and he should leave the housework to her instead of trying his best to do it himself no matter how busy he is.

“You didn’t make me do any work! Besides, you have your mother-in-law. Aunt Wei will find out sooner or later that the grain is missing and that you sold my rations. That will make things difficult for you. I get paid for teaching, so you don’t have to worry about me not having money.” Xiaoxiao felt that even so, she was still the one who benefited.

“Even though I don’t say it, you can tell that all this stuff in the house couldn’t have been bought with just a little bit of food. I have the ability to do this. From now on, I’ll leave all the household chores to you. Consider it me fighting on the front lines. You take care of the logistics, okay?” Song Yan looked at Xiaoxiao sincerely.

"Is what you're doing considered speculation and profiteering?" Xiaoxiao asked, worried about Song Yan's safety.

"No." Song Yan lied without any hesitation.

Xiaoxiao washes all of Wei Da Niang's clothes, and she's the head chef for all three meals a day. Wei Da Niang is also very hardworking, helping Xiaoxiao with the fire and doing whatever she can to help.

One day, Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered that her cooking skills had improved, and everything she made tasted delicious.

Xiaoxiao is busy now, and she's happy!