His eyes were filled with shock. Although the village was called Changjiang, everyone in the village had the surname Wu. He hadn't expected Wu Ping to be from this village. Tong Hong rushed forward, and the two embraced fiercely. Seeing this, Tong Wenyao couldn't help but sigh in her heart that the emperor had arranged for the Tong family to serve under the former deputy general. This way, they wouldn't have suffered so much humiliation and abuse.

Thinking of the ending, she couldn't help but sigh that the emperor was actually making wedding dresses for others in the end. She felt uncomfortable when she thought that the throne would be occupied by the prince. What's more, the male and female protagonists would sit on the throne together, which was known in history as the golden age of two emperors.

In order to ensure that the crown prince can secure the throne, the current emperor exiled the Tong family to the borderland, just so that the Tong family can wipe out the barbarians. He also trained Pei Guanyu to be the knife in the court, and finally that knife stabbed towards Gan Guo, laying the foundation for him to become the emperor later.

The most important thing among these is the crown prince. If the crown prince could survive on the battlefield, then Pei Guanyu would probably be out of trouble. The emperor has been worrying about this crown prince!

However, the current emperor has been sidelined, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Master Chen to issue an imperial decree until he was exiled. They reminisced about the past while the people following Wu Ping quietly came to clean up. The aunts were weeding the yard, and some even moved the furniture out to clean it. Most of the furniture was damaged by insects and ants and was no longer acceptable. After cleaning it out, only a bed and a table remained, and a few chairs were broken, but still barely usable.

Wu Ping climbed onto the roof, took the straw handed to him by his second uncle and spread it on the roof to compact it. Tong Wen Yao pulled Wen Yao over and asked him to borrow the village chief's ox cart. She took the silver given by her mother to go to the county to buy things, otherwise they would have no food to eat tonight.

Qian's mother was worried that she would encounter danger on the road, so she insisted that someone go with her. Tong Bo didn't have the strength to move things, and Wen Jiang was still young, so Tong Wen Yao had to go with her. Fortunately, Tong Wen Yao had driven a donkey cart in the team before, so it was not difficult for him to drive an ox cart now. After driving back and forth at the village entrance for a while, he took Tong Wen Yao to the county town.

She returned home after dark last night. Now, looking at the scenery and villages along the way, she saw many dilapidated houses, most of them thatched. The villagers were pale and thin, and the children were even more emaciated. How different was this scene from the zombie scene in her previous life?

Guaiguai noticed her gloomy mood and silently wrapped his arm around her, trying to comfort her. After arriving in the county town, the hawking of small vendors continued. Tong Wenyao's eyes lit up when he saw the roast chicken, but then darkened when he thought of his family's current situation. Tong Wenyao saw this scene, but she only had a few taels of silver on her. Besides necessities, she couldn't buy anything else. However, she thought of the grapes she had picked in the space. Perhaps she could take them to the wealthy streets to see if she could sell them!

"Brother, you stay with Uncle Wu's ox cart while I go buy the things."

Tong Wenyao frowned, worried that Tong Wenyao would be bullied because of her young age. "Brother, what are you thinking? I'll find you as soon as I finish buying it. Do you still want Mom to worry at home?"

After finally convincing her, she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to the grain store. There were bags of grain at the door with price tags stuck in the pockets.

Corn was twelve cents a pound, wheat twenty cents a pound, aged rice twenty-five cents a pound, and new rice thirty cents a pound. It was unbelievable how expensive things were these days. No wonder most farmers in ancient times ate mostly corn, or corn mixed with wild vegetables. The exiles used to eat corn mixed with old, blackened rice. She thought of the flour and rice in her space; she could now take it out.

Seeing her lingering at the door, the waiter said, "Sir, would you like to buy some food?" She frowned slightly and shook her head, "Waiter, this is too expensive. I can't afford it." The waiter then said frankly, "I can't say anything else, but our food is the cheapest in all of Yuguan County. If you don't believe me, go upstairs and take a look."

Tong Wen Yao nodded, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look." Now that she knew the price, she asked for the address of the rich area. Fortunately, Tong Wen Yao was not directionally challenged. After following others' directions, she crossed several streets. After passing through the downtown area, she saw that the styles of the houses were very different. Only then did she confirm that her area was a rich area. After hiding in a small alley and observing that no one was passing by, she took the basket she had just bought and slipped into the space. After filling two baskets, she slipped out again, jumping with the load and started drinking in their area.

"Buy some fruit! Delicious, fresh, and sweet fruit!" She called out twice, but the door remained unopened. Helplessly, she could only knock to see if anyone would come. Finally, at the third house she knocked on, a woman opened the door, which made Tong Wenyao's face light up, and she hurried to sell her fruit.

"Auntie, this is a fruit I bought from a foreign merchant. It's called a Portuguese tart. It's so sweet!" After saying this, she looked at the woman's face. Seeing her disbelief, she picked another one and handed it to her. "Auntie, please try it." Her face was cautious and full of refusal, but the sharp-eyed Tong Wenyao saw her swallow.

"Auntie, it's not poisonous." She plucked a piece of tart from the skewer and tasted it in front of her. Seeing her go this far, the aunt opened the door, which had been only a crack, halfway. Tong Wenyao then noticed that she was wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket with embroidered cuffs. She had a square face with flesh on her cheeks. She guessed she was the cook!

"Sister, you can just call me Fang Mei." She took the Portuguese tart from Tong Wenyao and tasted it. It was juicy, slightly sweet, and smooth down her throat. She wondered if she would buy it and present it to the Madam, hoping she would reward her. It just so happened that the Madam had a poor appetite these days, the little boy in her belly was making a fuss, and fruit was scarce in town.

She took a look at the Portuguese tarts in the basket and asked, "What's the price?" Tong Wen Yao was immediately delighted when she heard that. She knew that there would be people buying them in the wealthy area, but she couldn't guarantee that everyone would like her Portuguese tarts.

"Sister Fang, I bought this from a merchant in the Western Regions at a high price. It wasn't easy to preserve it during transportation back home, not to mention it had to pass through snowy mountains and deserts. It took a lot of effort to keep it so fresh after transportation! This Portuguese tart costs one ounce of silver per pound."

"You little rascal, you were calling me auntie just now, and now you're trying to get close to me?" Tong Wenyao didn't get angry when she heard this. Instead, she held out the basket of grapes to her. "Sister Fang, look, each one is plump and crystal clear. I'm sure your wife will like them. Next time I have something good, I'll definitely send it to you first!"

Fang Mei lowered her head and lifted the cloth. She looked inside and saw that it was indeed as she had said. "Then buy fifty kilograms first. Remember to come here next time you have something good."