[This is really tough! Don't even mention counterfeiting bronze artifacts; even if you tried to sell atomic bombs to scam people, I'd make you a pathetic mess.]

The system patted its chest and guaranteed, its voice suddenly becoming shy: "Yes, yes, once this batch of funds is deposited, I'll immediately be upgraded to level two."

The level 2 system shop has lots of new items; could I buy a skin for it then?

Everything needs to be upgraded?

Once her assets reached 100,000, the system unlocked the Level 1 shop. After she emptied the Ruan family's assets to over 100,000, the Level 2 shop opened, granting her access to the vast majority of items on the market.

Now she's finally going to be promoted to level three, does that mean her assets will exceed one million?!

That's right. These small boxes, which hold ten mouths, could be worth more than a million, even a billion, in fifty years.

Ruan Xianxian rubbed her hands together, looking quite extravagant: 【Buy! Buy two, wear one and throw the other away.】

Then, as if remembering something, she asked: "What's the basis for your upgrades? In other words, what kind of energy do you use to upgrade?"

365: [After we bind our accounts, the host's assets will be converted into my points. Once you have enough points, you can choose to upgrade.]

Ruan Xianxian: [Besides leveling you up, what else are points good for? Are they useful to me?]

Seeing the glint in the eyes of its host, 365 became very wary and answered in a low, resolute voice:

[It's useless. Points are only for system upgrades and rankings, so don't even think about it!]

After saying that, the system disappeared without a trace, and no matter how Ruan Xianxian called out to it in her mind, it wouldn't respond!

Okay! Weiwei in front of her was tilting her head and looking at her with a puzzled expression, her big head even pushing the box forward a little: "Don't you like it?"

"I like it." Ruan Xianxian happily took out five bottles of spiritual spring water from her small bag and fed them to Weiwei. After seeing that Weiwei drank them without blinking, she raised her hand to say goodbye.

"Go back! I'll come see you again when I have the chance. Hearing this whistle means I'm here. Next time I come, I'll bring you this delicious sweet drink again."

Ruan Xianxian took out a whistle, put it to her lips and blew it gently, so that Weiwei would remember the sound. She then shook the empty porcelain bottle in her hand.

The giant tortoise gave her one last deep look. It had been quite frightened on its journey ashore and needed to calm down back in the water. It didn't plan to remain asleep for the next hundred years.

Since we're just killing time anyway, we might as well search for more underwater boxes when we get back; the two-legged creatures really enjoy that.

Hmm! It definitely wasn't to exchange for the little bottle of sweet water she had.

After diving slightly into the water and swimming away, Ruan Xianxian stood on the shore for a long time. The cold night wind messed up her dark hair. She crouched down and looked around warily. Only after confirming that no one was around did she put the box into her spatial storage.

Back in the car, she lay down, pulled the blanket over her chest, and patted it. Unable to sleep, countless grand plans for getting rich through bronze ware came to mind.

When the sound of military boots rustling across the lawn reached Ruan Xianxian, she knew that Gong Ye, who had gone up the mountain to search for Feilong, had returned. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

As dawn breaks, the willows along the riverbank sway gently, and a silver river shimmers with golden light, creating the most authentic and beautiful scene on this land.

Ruan Xianxian opened her eyes amidst a burst of cheerful laughter, a ray of orange-red light shining through the car window onto her face.

She squinted her eyes, her little face flushed from sleep, buried her face in the blanket and rubbed against it before sitting up and stretching comfortably.

The car door opened, and Ruan Xianxian, wearing a light sweater, got out of the car. Not far away, Mu Xia and Chen Zhaodi were huddled together, their heads touching.

"Is this the 'flying dragon' that represents dragon meat in the 'dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground' saying?" Mu Xia held a small twig in her hand, poking at the grass cage at her feet.

Inside were two brownish-grey hazel grouse.

Ruan Xianxian also squatted down, her eyes revealing curiosity. She stretched out her small hands, made an "X" shape, and gestured towards the hazel grouse, her voice a little strange:

"Can this thing really be roasted and eaten? And there's still meat left after plucking the feathers?"

"Who told you hazelnuts are roasted?" Mu Xia got up, took out Ruan Xianxian's toiletries from a package on the roof of the car, turned around and handed them to her, pointing to the boiling water above the fire, and said:

"Flying dragon tastes best when stewed, preferably with some mushrooms. I think about food as soon as I open my eyes, so I'll go wash up first."

Ruan Xianxian said "Oh", picked up the basin and started to fetch water to wash up, and said in a moment, "Whether it's stew or barbecue, showing off your taste is the most important thing."

Miyano walked back from the riverbank with a short dagger in one hand and a prepared rabbit in the other, then pulled out a rack and placed the rabbit meat over the fire.

With his hands naturally mixing the seasonings, he turned sideways to occupy Ruan Xianxian's entire field of vision, "I'll bring Feilong back to the provincial capital, and I'll make it for you after I learn how. How about we have sesame cakes and rabbit meat for breakfast?"

He had clearly overheard their conversation.

Due to work requirements, Miyano spends a lot of time outdoors. Her barbecue skills are superb, but she still needs to learn how to make stew when she gets back.

Gong Ye let Chen Zhaodi take over turning the rabbit meat, squatted down, and washed his hands clean with warm water in the basin where Ruan Xianxian had washed her face.

He's a picky eater; he'll eat anything when he's hungry, but if he has the means, he'll eat whatever he likes.

Miyano brought her from the well-supplied riverbank, hoping to give the little girl the best.

Walking over to Ruan Xianxian, her slender, fair fingers took the comb and hair tie from her hands. "Let me do it!"

Ruan Xianxian has a typical head that encircles her face, with a fair forehead and a long neck. Her jet-black hair has a slight natural curl, especially at the front, where it is long and thick, which used to be the part that was the hardest to manage.

Ruan Xianxian straightened up and handed over the comb. A few strands of hair brushed against Gong Ye's waist and abdomen, and he gently cupped them with his palms, his slender fingers quickly weaving through the dark hair...

Before long, a beautiful and effortlessly chic double braid was completed in his hands. Miyano restrained himself and took a step back, his eyes falling on Ruan Xianxian's beautiful square shoulders under her sweater.

"My scalp hurts if I tie it with a rubber band all day, so I didn't comb it too tightly. It looks great this way!"

Ruan Xianxian quickly found the small red mirror in her bundle, held it up to her eyes, and admired herself from every angle.

Turning around, he looked at Miyano leaning against the hood of the car with a smile in his eyes, "Well done, old Miyano! Your skills have improved, you've put in a lot of effort!"

Old Palace!

Miyano's breath suddenly stopped, and the veins on the back of his hand, which was bracing against the hood, stood out. At this moment, the blood surging through his body was clamoring, clamoring to embrace that small bundle in his arms.

Madness and reason clashed in his eyes, making his gaze even more terrifying.

To avoid startling her, Miyano lowered her head gently, her long eyelashes unable to conceal her deepening pupil color.

"Really! The old man in the family suffered a lot to practice this skill. He's so scared that he still doesn't dare to grow a beard, and his hair is only a little longer than a buzz cut."

He couldn't help but explain; he ultimately didn't want her to misunderstand, not even in the slightest!

Mu Xia, squatting in the grass, and Chen Zhaodi, roasting rabbit, stared at each other for a long while: ...

Mu Xia: Woof!

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P.S.: I'm going out for a bit, I'll post another chapter later!