"Okay, okay, even if you don't get married, I will prepare a large sum of money for your old age." She felt happy after hearing this, and her eyes narrowed with a smile, "Thank you, mother."

After this round, it’s better to find a way out for Yin Zi as soon as possible, otherwise this kind of thing will be hard to explain in the future. Qian’s mother helped her put on her clothes. When she saw the scar on her forehead, she suddenly felt a little dazed. “Yao’er, when you go to the county tomorrow, buy some scar removal cream to remove the scar on your forehead. Otherwise, it will be bad if you have a scar.”

"Mom, didn't you just say I was wasting money?" Qian's mother glared at her. "I never said that. Besides, the things you bought aren't what the family needs right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she continued to ask, "Tell me the truth, where did you get all this money?" Seeing Qian's mother's serious expression, she knew she couldn't escape this time. Then she opened her palm, and the marble inside suddenly appeared in her palm.

"Mom, didn't I tell you before that I would enter another world when I was unconscious? This is something from that world, and Guaiguai is also from that world. If it weren't for it, I might not be able to come back."

Mother Qian murmured to herself,

"Is this the Peach Blossom Spring mentioned in the book?" Tong Wenyao shook her head, indicating that she didn't know. "Okay, these mothers know now. If Second Aunt and the others ask, just say I gave you the money to buy it, okay?"

Tong Wenyao nodded after hearing this. With her mother as a shield, it wouldn't be surprising if she took out anything in the future. She handed the marbles in her hand to her mother and said, "Mom, please keep this for me. When I dream in the future, I'll see if I can get something from there."

Give her mother a heads-up first, so that when you take something out in the future, her mother will think it's from that place.

"Mom, I'm hungry." She covered her stomach and acted coquettishly to Qian's mother. It was really strange. Her soul was obviously an adult's soul, so why did she like to act coquettishly so much after coming into this body? After thinking about it, she still felt that this body was originally a child's, so would it be assimilated?

"We'll be eating soon. Eat some pastries first."

She followed Qian's mother out of the room. Xin'er trotted out of the kitchen on her short legs, "Sister, sister, you bought some meat again today!"

She touched Xin'er's head and picked her up. The cotton coat was a bit heavy, and Xin'er had grown a lot. "Yes, Xin'er, do you want to eat?" She said as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Second Aunt, you don't have to make bean curd. I'll make spicy strips this afternoon." Second Aunt was frying pork, and the aroma slowly drifted out. Seeing that there was no water in the bucket, she took the bucket to the backyard and brought back half a bucket. There was a stream in the backyard of the thatched cottage. It was made by the villagers. They made a pipe with bamboo and brought it down from the mountain. When they needed it, they took out the plug, collected the water, and plugged it in again. It was also more convenient to use, and it was similar to modern water pipes.

She couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the ancient craftsmen.

After carrying the water to the kitchen, she went out to sort out the things she had bought today. She took the paper and the Thousand Characters Book and went to find Tong Bo. "Brother, I bought some pens and paper. If you have time, you can teach Wen Jiang and Xin'er to read."

"Okay, thank you, sister. If you go to the county next time, could you please sell my books to the bookstore owner in exchange for some money to supplement the family income?"

"Well, second brother also writes stories?" She picked up the book on the table and flipped through it. The text inside was about ghosts and monsters, and a closer look revealed that it was written in the style of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

"I just wrote it in my spare time. Please don't tell my mother." For her, who has read at least several thousand novels, perhaps romance novels will sell better. After all, most of these books are read by girls in the boudoir.

She saw her second brother writing on a small stool, and she couldn't help but think of going to the village to make a table. She hadn't seen it before, but now that she saw it, she couldn't just make do. There was also a house to build, and the most important thing was the workshop. Other things could be made up, but the workshop couldn't be made up. This was the golden nest of money.

After lunch, she began making spicy noodles. She steamed the bean curd sheets in a steamer for about a cup of tea, turning them over halfway through. When they were done, she took out the oil and chili peppers to make chili oil. The lard hadn't been fried yet, so she used the peanut oil from her space. She added the deodorized lard to the pan and fried it until it turned a crispy brown. After removing it from the pan, she added minced garlic to cook it thoroughly. She waited for the oil to cool down, placed her hand on the oil to feel the temperature, turned the heat down, and added chili powder, chili sauce, and her secret recipe. Instantly, the air was filled with the pungent aroma of chili peppers.

Then she turned off the fire in the stove, and after it cooled down, she put the tofu skin in and stirred it, rolling it to make it absorb the flavor.

She did all these by herself in the kitchen. Even the greedy cat Wen Jiang didn't come in. Second Aunt said that this was her own secret recipe for making money and could be a family heirloom. It would not be good if they knew about it, but she didn't think so. She would slowly teach Second Aunt and mother how to make it in the future. By then, if it came to the factory, her family would have mastered the secret ingredients.

Wen Jiang didn't come in, but he couldn't help but be greedy. After a while, he asked her at the door if she was done, which made her laugh and cry. After mixing it, she opened the door and let them in to taste it. Of course, this was only one kind of spicy strips, and there were many kinds of spicy strips that had not been made yet, but as long as she mastered the secret ingredients, it would not be a problem.

After she walked over and opened the door, Wen Jiang ran in first, followed by Xin'er. What she didn't expect was that Wu Zhu, the son of the landlord Wu, also followed behind.

"Wash your hands if you want to eat! Otherwise, you won't be able to eat." She stared at the three people without saying a word. Only Xin'er was smart enough to stand up and raise her hands as if to take credit, saying proudly, "Sister, I've washed everything."

She looked down and saw that Xin'er's hands were not dry and there was still a lot of water on them. She encouraged, "Well, Xin'er did a great job." When Wen Jiang saw this, she immediately pulled Wu Zhu to the backyard to wash their hands. Before Wu Zhu could react, he was dragged away by him.

Fortunately, he was strong, otherwise, Wu Zhu, who was so fat, might not be able to drag him. Tong Wenyao took out some spicy strips from the bowl and planned to give them to her mother and second aunt to taste.

After they washed their bowls, they lined up one by one with their bowls. With her good hearing, she heard Wu Zhu say, "Why is this bowl chipped? How can this young master use this?" Xin'er hit him hard on the head, "You are picky when there is food." He was not angry at being hit, and said in an embarrassed tone, "I have never used such a broken bowl before." She picked up a chopstick for each of them and warned, "Children, don't eat too much, otherwise your stomach will hurt."