My stomach was already growling with hunger, so I decided to fill it first. Lifting the lid of the pot, a faint aroma of wild vegetables filled my nose. Chen Xiaoru took a closer look and almost laughed out loud.

This isn't porridge at all; it's just a few grains of rice floating in a wild vegetable soup! Counting them, there aren't even ten grains. The Chen family is so poor, they're practically broke and can't even afford to eat!

"Okay, it seems I have to buy rice today." Chen Xiaoru sighed, picked up the bowl resignedly, and drank the "several rice" of wild vegetable porridge in just a few mouthfuls.

After finishing her "breakfast", Chen Xiaoru patted her butt and went out.

Chen Xiaoru wandered around the town like a headless fly. The street was quite lively, with all kinds of stalls on both sides selling all kinds of things.

Chen Xiaoru looked around and found everything new and interesting.

Arriving at the grocery store, Chen Xiaoru stood at the doorway and asked at the top of her voice, "Boss, how much is the brown rice?"

The shopkeeper was fiddling with beads on an abacus when he looked up and saw a young girl, dressed quite stylishly. He put down his work and greeted her with a smile: "Brown rice is three cents a pound. How much would you like, sir?"

Chen Xiaoru thought to herself, prices in ancient times were really cheap. Three cents per pound, which wouldn't even buy a scallion today. She cleared her throat and asked, "How much is the rice?"

"Rice is seven cents a pound." The shopkeeper was still smiling, but he began to think in his heart that this little girl didn't look like someone who knew how to live, and she might be here to make fun of him.

"One hundred kilograms of brown rice, one hundred kilograms of rice, are you ready to deliver?" Chen Xiaoru reported the number without even raising her eyelids.