but……

She blinked. "Besides medicine and food, can luck points be directly exchanged for gold and silver?"

The notebook typed out a few lines, replying: "Host, I'm sorry, I don't have any gold or silver treasures stored here. The higher your luck value, the better your fortune in reality. You can do anything and make money selling anything. Why would you need gold or silver treasures?"

Xiao You Ran: ……

This baby says she doesn't want to build a career, she just wants to earn money passively.

She then asked, "So what supplies do you have in reserve?"

The notebook flashed bold words: "Essential Supplies for the Apocalypse!"

Xiao You Ran: ……

Although she did not experience the apocalypse, she watched many apocalyptic movies and TV series while wandering in the future, and roughly knew that the apocalypse was a tragic experience of humans fighting against hordes of zombies.

But she didn't understand, "Isn't gold the hard currency for exchanging goods in the apocalypse?"

The little notebook flashed, then flashed again, and then a line of text appeared: "This little one is only responsible for exchanging the resources you want with luck points, not gold!"

That's completely irrelevant!

This little notebook is probably made by someone with questionable intelligence!

Xiao Youran said angrily, "So you're complaining that I don't exchange supplies with you enough, right?"

The little notebook said aggrievedly, "You exchange grain by the ton, but I can only collect it penny by penny... isn't that too little..."

Who can you blame for your low IQ?

"Then what's the use of gaining the people's gratitude directly?"

"No luck points, I'm starving..." The little notebook typed out a pitiful line.

Xiao Youran suddenly became alert, "Luck points are your food? What will happen when you're full?"

When it said "feed," she thought it meant a way to give it luck points, but she didn't expect it to actually mean feeding it.

The little notebook hummed loudly, "This little one needs to grow up too! Only after growing up and leveling up can I come out to play!"

Xiao You Ran was bewildered by the wind. "What are you doing out here with just a little notebook? Aren't you afraid of scaring someone to death?"

The little notebook flashed in dissatisfaction, "This little one can't get out, only the host can see me..."

Xiao Youran breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, how many luck points do you need to level up next time?"

"1000".

Xiao Youran nodded, "Okay, I'll try my best to see if I can make the people thank you as well as me."

...

The next day, Yueyue arrived early as expected, bringing with her a palace maid who brought breakfast snacks from the imperial kitchen and placed them one by one in front of Old Man Gu.

Old Gu looked smug, only regretting that the thieving monk wasn't there, otherwise he would have called him over to stand aside and watch him eat.

Full of anticipation, I picked up a small steamed bun, put it in my mouth, and after chewing it a couple of times, I froze.

He swallowed it with great difficulty, then picked up the golden pastry next to him and put it in his mouth.

He immediately spat it out after one bite, his beard twitching violently. "Is this the work of an imperial chef?"

Yueyue blinked her big eyes and said, "Yes, Aunt Jinxiu went to the palace to get it herself early this morning, so it can't be wrong."

Old Gu immediately felt he had suffered a huge loss.

He finally found a disciple who sincerely wanted to become his master, and thought he could finally receive a legitimate tuition fee. He even thought he could trick his disciple, but unexpectedly, he was the one who got tricked.

What a huge loss! I've really lost a fortune!

This chef's skills are terrible! He's nowhere near as good as Zhao Mama's!

Eating dog food like this every day is worse than eating breakfast prepared by Zhao Mama in the mansion!

Yueyue asked curiously, "Master, is it not to your liking?"

Old Gu frowned as he looked at the table of pastries, having a fierce internal struggle.

Throw it away. It's shameful to waste food like this in a year of great disaster.

Eat it, or you'll be doing yourself a disservice!

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Has Xiao Youran been distributing porridge lately?"

Yueyue nodded, "Yes, I was originally going too, but today..."

"No buts!" Old Gu deftly put the plate back into the food box and handed it to Yueyue. "Go, go, take this to the porridge distribution point and give it to the disaster victims!"

Yueyue: ...

She said with emotion, "Master is so kind-hearted. You accepted the tuition fees, but you still wanted to give to the disaster victims."

Old Gu's lips twitched violently again. "In that case, you don't need to deliver breakfast to us every day. Just send it directly to the disaster victims!"

Yueyue nodded vigorously, "Then I'll go! After I return from distributing the porridge, I'll come back to my master to learn more about poison techniques!"

Old Gu waved his hand impatiently, "Go on."

Don't keep him from going to the kitchen to find Zhao's mother.

Yueyue then went directly to the porridge stall in the west of the city.

Sure enough, Xiao Youran was giving her daily good deed speech: "Fellow villagers! Gratitude is an essential quality for every disaster victim! As the saying goes, 'A rose given away leaves its fragrance in the hand,' and another old saying goes, 'A drop of kindness received should be repaid with a spring of gratitude.' I, the county magistrate, do not ask for your gratitude in return, but only that you sincerely say thank you to County Magistrate Fengle, thank you to this little one!"

The dozen or so officers and soldiers from the Five Cities Garrison and Wang Wu were all speechless: ...

What kind of proverb is this? How come they've never heard of it?

Is there an old saying that one should repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude?

How come they didn't know this was an old saying?

Yueyue's lips twitched: ...

What exactly does it mean to ask disaster victims to say thank you every day?

Why is there another "this baby" today?

She quickly stepped forward and handed over the food box, whispering, "My master told me to distribute these snacks to the disaster victims."

Xiao Youran nodded and then said loudly, "Those who sincerely express their gratitude in the first few days will receive an extra pastry. The quantity is limited, so it's first come, first served!"

The disaster victims then shouted in unison, "Thank you, County Princess! Thank you, County Princess!"

Logically, the princess should be ranked before the county princess, but in the past few days they have realized that the county princess is the one who advocated distributing porridge, so naturally they have ranked the county princess first.

Yueyue naturally didn't care about these things, and she was already used to them thanking the county princess first, and then the county princess.

Xiao Youran felt helpless. There were originally about two or three hundred disaster victims in this area, but later, when the disaster victims from other city gates heard that there was porridge being distributed here, they all gathered around, and now there are six or seven hundred people.

Furthermore, their gratitude points cannot be calculated repeatedly, so we can only see if we can get gratitude points for the little notebook.

Two soldiers then brought up the cooled porridge. Qiao'er was too young, so she was responsible for handing out steamed buns, while Yang was responsible for ladling the porridge into the bowls of the disaster victims.

The Yang mother and daughter would come over every day to help cook porridge, leaving one of them at home to look after their third daughter. Today, Xiu'er stayed home, so Qiao'er came along. Su Yue and Yan Jin were adding firewood and water nearby.

The first disaster victim stepped forward and said, "Thank you, County Princess! Thank you, County Princess!"

Then he handed over the bowl he was holding.

Xiao Youran corrected, "You should add: Thank you, my little one!"

The disaster victims naturally had no objections and readily agreed, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Xiao You Ran: ……