Although Wang Dahua's health has improved, Jiang Qiao has no intention of moving in and sleeping on the same kang (heated brick bed) with her. With the old lady around, there are some things that are inconvenient for her.

She changed her clothes and told the old lady she was going out to practice her boxing.

"Don't get cold, you only need to practice for a little while—"

The old lady was really tired today. She had just recovered from a serious illness and had been running around all day. Her whole body ached, and she started snoring as soon as she lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

After Jiang Qiao finished her training, she secretly went into her spatial dimension to replenish her nutrition. She knew that training without eating would leave her without strength, and she didn't want to see her bean sprout-like body again; she was too weak.

After eating, she found a mirror and took a good look at herself. Since arriving here, she had been so busy that she hadn't had a chance to properly examine what she looked like in this life.

However, seeing herself in the mirror still excited Jiang Qiao. She was very beautiful in her previous life. Everyone loves beauty, and she was no exception. Even if she were to live again, she would not want to be ugly. Not for others, but for herself, it would make her feel better.

Although her complexion is sallow and she's not very fleshy now, true beauty lies in the bone structure, not just the skin. The original owner had excellent bone structure; if she had gained some weight and grown more fully, and dressed up properly, she would have been a stunning beauty.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she found skincare products in her spatial storage and began applying them while pondering what kind of people the original owner's parents were.

Because Jiang Qiao's appearance was completely different from that of the old lady and her uncle, she secretly thought that perhaps she took after her birth mother, and that the original owner's mother must have been a beautiful person.

Unfortunately, there are no photos of my deceased parents at home, which is a real shame.

The next morning, the old lady and Jiang Qiao set off with their luggage. After getting off the train, it was almost noon. They still had to transfer to a bus to get to the fishing village, and there was still some time before the departure point. Jiang Qiao suggested that the old lady find a place to eat something first.

"What do you need to eat? I brought some dry food with me. I'll just drink some water and it'll be over in no time."

Wang Dahua was trying to save money to visit her grandson, but she had already spent quite a bit. She and Jiang Qiao didn't have much income yet, and they needed money for the acquisition, so every penny they could save was precious.

Jiang Qiao still had things to do; she couldn't go out and exchange money without finding a place for the old lady to rest.

"Grandma, how about this, you wait in the waiting room, and I'll go out and take a look."

The old lady glared at her and said, "What's there to see? What if you get lost? Just stay here and wait, we'll eat together."

Jiang Qiao pouted, "Grandma, I just wanted to see. Next time I'll have to come by myself. If I don't understand, I won't know how to get there."

Wang Dahua sighed and waved her hand impatiently, "Don't go too far. Come back quickly after you're done watching, or you'll miss your bus."

If it weren't for Ning Hao and the others saying that making money this time was a sure thing, Wang Dahua wouldn't have bothered to make this trip with her granddaughter, wasting so much time making paper boxes.

Sometimes, the old lady felt that her sons and daughters were no longer under their parents' control. Her granddaughter was growing up and had her own ideas. She wanted to discipline her, but the child always had various excuses that forced her to let go.

Jiang Qiao excitedly replied, "Grandma, I won't go far, I'll be back in a little while."

When she got off the train, she saw a bank nearby. She needed to go out and exchange some US dollars. Having money and tickets would make things easier.

She thought the bank staff would give her a hard time, but they were surprisingly friendly. Before she left, they even reminded her to come back and exchange her US dollars when she had them.

Jiang Qiao wiped away non-existent sweat from her forehead. People were coming and going in this place, so she didn't dare to change her clothes. She just tidied her face and hair, hoping that no one would recognize her.

Once outside the bank, she quickly reverted to her original state, afraid that the old lady might notice something amiss.

Jiang Qiao was overjoyed to have more than a thousand yuan on her, but she also felt a little ashamed of herself. She thought to herself, "Look at all the gold and silver jewelry in my space, I don't dare to take out any of it. I'm so useless."

Now that she had money, she wasn't stingy with the old lady anymore, and took out ten steamed buns from her spatial storage.

"Grandma, Grandma, look, I bought you some meat buns. Eat them while they're hot."

Looking at the steaming hot meat buns, the old lady felt a pang of heartache.

"You silly child, why did you buy meat buns? Why waste money like that? Be careful you don't have to balance the accounts later."

Jiang Qiao smiled ingratiatingly, "Grandma, there's some money for my food in here. I'll be careful with it when I come out. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. You haven't had meat in so long. Let me tell you, it's delicious."

That's what she said, but Wang Dahua was also happy. Her granddaughter was thinking of her even when she was eating; she felt she hadn't raised the child in vain. She took a bite of the steamed bun and was so happy that her gap-toothed tooth was showing.

"It smells so good, girl, you should eat too. Let me tell you, you can't be so extravagant with money in the future. That's other people's money. You need to be more careful with your money in the future..."

The old lady ate her steamed buns while telling her granddaughter about the philosophy of life.

Jiang Qiao listened while eating. She kept the useful information in mind, and let the useless information go in one ear and out the other.

Once the two got into the car, the old lady finally stopped talking. After eating, both of them felt a little sleepy, mainly because they had gotten up too early that morning.

"Grandma, you sleep for a while. I'm not sleepy. I'll keep watch and wake you up when we get there."

There was no direct bus to the fishing village, so the two of them still needed to walk for a while after arriving at their destination.

As the two walked, they asked for directions. Just then, a man carrying firewood came from the opposite direction. His back was bent from the weight of the firewood, so they couldn't see his face. Jiang Qiao could only see that the man was wearing patched clothes and had a short buzz cut without a hat.

"Comrade, comrade, I need to ask you something. Is the road to the fishing village straight ahead?"

The man looked up and gave a simple, honest smile. "Yes, just keep going straight, and you'll get there."

Wang Dahua was stunned when she saw the man in front of her. She didn't even realize that the bundle in her hand had fallen to the ground. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, and tears instantly blurred her vision.

"Jiang Ping, my son, I've missed you so much—"

When Jiang Ping heard the old lady call his name, he already knew who the old lady in front of him was. How could he forget his mother's voice?

The firewood on their backs slipped off instantly, and the mother and son hugged each other and cried in front of Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao was still confused about what was going on; why were these two just crying?

She could only stand by and watch. After the old lady finished crying, she pulled her son aside and asked about the other family members.

Upon hearing the mention of his younger sister, Jiang Ping's face stiffened, and he suddenly knelt on the ground. "Mother, hit me! I failed to protect my sister. She died of illness, and Xiao Ni starved to death—"