Sitting in the living room chair, I silently thought about releasing everything from the ring. A total of twenty large boxes were laid out on the living room floor, which was quite a sight.

I opened the box closest to me, and it was full of gold bars. How much is that? I've always been an ordinary citizen, and I've only ever seen so much gold on TV, but I've never seen it so visually before. It's so shocking.

Floating around, they opened the second box, the third box, the fourth box, the fifth box, and the sixth box. Inside were all gold, including gold bars, gold bricks, and gold ingots.

Zhang Hongmei clutched her chest, trying to forgive the fright this little person had suffered. She didn't even have the courage to open the remaining boxes; she needed to calm down, her heart was pounding too fast.

Zhang Hongmei sat on the seventh box, staring blankly, her eyes unfocused; she was genuinely terrified. More than half an hour later, she jumped down and opened the seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, and finally the eleventh box, which contained jade artifacts.

I need to wait a bit longer, this is terrible, I finally understand what it feels like to be lying in a pile of money.

Zhang Hongmei looked like a spoiled young lady from a wealthy family, clutching her chest and lamenting the passing of time. If she could see her own expression, she would definitely call her pretentious.

This time, the time spent in a daze was shorter than last time; I got up after only fifteen minutes. The twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth boxes were all filled with jade artifacts, jewelry, ornaments, and polished jade materials.

There are two more boxes of bronzes, and the remaining three boxes are all porcelain, the most recent dating back to the Song Dynasty. My God, where did this come from? Now it's not a surprise, it's a shock.

Like a thief, Zhang Hongmei closed all the boxes again and put them into her ring. Then she went to the storeroom and put the boxes out again, placing them together with the boxes she had previously retrieved from the cellar. This was still the safest place. The last small box remained unopened; she guessed it must contain letters or something similar.

Zhang Hongmei carried the box to the bedroom, threw herself onto the bed, and didn't have the courage to open it. "I'll go to sleep first, and look at it later."

I feel ashamed of how excited I was when I got those things from the cellar before. I guess I just picked out the low-value items and put them in the cellar because my storage ring couldn't hold them all.

Sleep, sleep, but you really need to find something to do while you sleep, otherwise your heart won't be able to take it.

But the soybeans in the field have just been planted, and no weeds will grow in the available space. What should I do? I've got it! I'll bundle all the corn stalks into small bundles and stack them neatly. That way, I can save some space and grow some vegetables to eat.

Without further ado, he went out of his spatial storage and brought in the hemp rope he had made before. He squatted down and started tying ropes, one bundle at a time, until he was so tired that his eyelids were drooping. He took a shower, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep almost immediately. Because he was so tired from the work, he slept very soundly and didn't even dream.

Zhang Hongmei was woken up by hunger. When she realized she had slept for ten hours, she quickly ate a bowl of rice before slowing down.

It's almost dawn outside, I should eat first and then go out. I don't want to think about these things for now.

The routine is the same as always: washing the pot, adding water, and starting the fire. But today we have to fetch water; the water tank is almost empty.

Sitting in front of the stove, staring blankly at the bright red flames, I wasn't actually thinking about anything; I was just completely lost in thought.

The water slowly boiled, so I turned off the fire, scooped out two bowls of flour, added yeast, and kneaded the dough. Today I'll steam buns. Seeing that there were no flames left in the stove, only embers, I buried the potatoes I steamed yesterday in it. I thought they would all taste good, although they weren't as sweet as sweet potatoes, but the sandy texture of potatoes is something sweet potatoes don't have.

He stood up, took off his apron, went to the storeroom, took down a carrying pole, picked up two empty buckets, and prepared to go to the village to fetch well water.

She had never done this kind of water-carrying work before; her family had running water since she could remember. Carrying two empty buckets, she wobbled up and down, slowly adjusting the carrying pole on her shoulders to regain her balance.

When I arrived at the well, I saw that people were already drawing water.

"Oh, it's Hongmei who's here to fetch water. Put the bucket down and I'll help you carry the water up," a middle-aged man said kindly to Zhang Hongmei.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu. Two half-buckets will do. I was afraid they would spill if they were full." Zhang Hongmei placed the buckets on the stone platform by the well.

"Okay, just make a few more trips and you'll find it. Or I can pick out all the good stuff for you."

"No need, Uncle. I'm fine with nothing else to do. I can take my time choosing."

Liu Baogen brought up a full bucket of water and poured it into two separate buckets. "Is this much okay?"

"That's all." Zhang Hongmei first put the carrying pole on her shoulder, then squatted down and used the iron hooks hanging down on both sides to hook the iron bucket (she was the only family in the whole village who used iron buckets) and slowly stood up.

"Hongmei, your shoulders should be in the middle of the carrying pole, slightly forward. Yes, grab the iron hooks on both sides of the carrying pole with both hands. Yes, walk like this, and the water won't spill."

Zhang Hongmei walked a few steps and was actually quite steady, without spilling any water, but she walked like a crab, sideways.

"Third Uncle, I'm off now." Zhang Hongmei carried the shoulder pole and walked quickly home. It wasn't difficult; as long as you knew the trick, it was easy to do.

When Zhang Hongmei came back on her second trip, she turned the waterwheel herself. It was quite strenuous, but she could carry more than half a bucket of water now.

It took six trips to fill the vat. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he realized it was hard work.

I haven't carried water for more than half a month. I need to be more careful in the future and not let my guard down in the details of life.

After washing her face, Zhang Hongmei pulled the potatoes out of the stove. They smelled delicious. Before Zhang Hongmei could finish eating, Liu Erya came over. "Hongmei, you're eating this so early in the morning?"

"Well, you know I eat three meals a day, and besides, I'm too lazy to cook."

"Hehe, what a problem. It's so much easier to cook a meal for one person."

"Sister Er Ya, would you like some? I steamed it first and then cooked it; it'll be soft and fragrant."

"I'm full. Besides, I don't like this food. I ate it every day when I was a kid, so I'm tired of it."

After Zhang Hongmei finished eating and washed her hands, the two went back to the kang (a heated brick bed) to continue making clothes. Having already known Zhang Hongmei's measurements yesterday, Liu Erya started cutting directly.

This casual outfit was sewn by Liu Erya. This girl is a quiet person who can sit still, but she is very efficient with her hands.

For lunch, there were steamed flower rolls, mixed cabbage hearts, and sauerkraut soup. Now Liu Erya didn't have to keep yelling anymore. In short, she knew what she was doing and couldn't take advantage of Zhang Hongmei for nothing. Making clothes didn't count, and she couldn't just eat what her sister said and let it go.

Liu Erya glanced at Zhang Hongmei, who was reading a book, and asked enviously, "Hongmei, you're reading junior high school books now?"

"Um, Sister Er Ya, did you graduate from primary school? I have books for higher primary school, you can come and take a look."