More than three thousand catties of rice! That's all money! It's a pity we can't sell it for cash.

With a single click, I planted some wheat and corn this time. Anyway, the land in this space doesn't discriminate by season; I can plant whatever I want.

The fruit trees she planted before have all borne fruit and are ripe.

Clusters of lychees hung from the branches. She marked the harvest and then stored them in her spatial warehouse.

The benefits of spending money in this game are now becoming apparent.

The backpack had no limit; she had spent countless tens of thousands of dollars on in-game purchases to achieve that capacity. Little did she know, it would now become her safety net.

I should have spent more money, but it wouldn't have made any difference anyway.

It's a farming game, just a homestead; there's no large world or anything like that. Each person has their own independent homestead space, and spending money only gets you limited-edition decorations, rare plants, increased inventory capacity, and so on.

She's maxed out her fertilizer and pesticide reserves; she can't possibly produce them all.

Even that one-click farming feature was obtained by spending money.

Without spending money, you can only harvest plot by plot, cultivating, watering, fertilizing, and so on.

She was able to stick with this game because she was number one on the leaderboard, the top spender.

Because of this top ranking, he has received a lot of criticism.

They say she's out of her mind, spending so much money on a game like this is a waste.

Looking back now, perhaps this is the benefit of her spending money: she arrived in another world and was even bound to a game system.

If you're not afraid of death, you can become a big landowner in no time!

But she was afraid of death, so she lived quite cautiously. She didn't take advantage of the space to do whatever she wanted.

This is the era of cold weapons; you might get slashed while walking down the street. And you wouldn't even know who did it—it's terrifying.

After the crops were planted, a batch of century-old ginseng in the herb field was also harvested.

Some other medicinal herbs were replanted, and the medicinal garden was expanded, with more medicinal materials planted.

In this era where access to medical care and medicine is difficult, medicinal herbs are life-saving. It's always better to be prepared, so having a variety of medicinal herbs is certainly a good idea.

My understanding is limited; I can only rely on the introduction of medicinal herbs to see which ones require a longer planting period.

As Cheng Qingyan picked a bunch of lychees and ate them, he looked at his once glorious, glittering home. Now it had become like a farm, with crops and fruit trees everywhere.

Forget about game limitations, survival is the most important thing!

After finishing tidying up and having eaten all the lychees, Cheng Qingyan flashed out of the space.

It's not that she's eating alone; it's just that it's really inconvenient to share right now.

Wait a bit, let her get to know Ye Lingyu better, let her get closer to her. Once she's sure she can entrust him with this, then she can tell her these things.

Just a few minutes after she came out, Ye Lingyu called her out, saying that the food was ready and they could eat.

Cheng Qingyan swallowed hard, the sweet taste of lychee still lingering in her mouth. Looking at Ye Lingyu's face, she suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Lingyu frowned slightly as she was stared at.

Cheng Qingyan's face suddenly flushed: "It's okay, it's okay, let's go eat, let's eat. We're starving."

Ye Lingyu's eyes were deep; the food had been ready for a while.

She came in and called for Cheng Qingyan once, but Cheng Qingyan was not in the room.

After that, she waited outside the door until she heard some noise inside before calling her to come out for dinner.

There are so many mysteries surrounding Cheng Qingyan, he must be a deity.

Throughout history, there have been many strange tales of monsters, who are either bloodsuckers or cannibals.

Cheng Qingyan neither sucked blood nor ate people. On the contrary, when she had nothing, he filled her empty rice jar with rice. She hadn't eaten eggs and meat for many years, but recently she had them too.

Since Cheng Qingyan became like this, her life has been getting better and better.

They were no longer starving and had even bought land. They were gradually acquiring the necessary household items, and Cheng Qingyan seemed to be planning for long-term development.

Ye Lingyu stopped worrying about where Cheng Qingyan had gone, or whether she knew magic or could become invisible. As long as she returned and didn't harm anyone, it didn't matter where she went or whether she knew magic.

When Cheng Qingyan got to the kitchen, he realized Ye Lingyu hadn't followed, so he called out to her from the kitchen doorway, "Wife! Dinner's ready! What are you daydreaming about? If you don't come soon, I'll eat all the food!"

"They're here."

Meng Chuying stood a distance away and whispered, "Bad guy!"

Although the sound was soft, Cheng Qingyan heard it.

"Miss Meng has a deep misunderstanding about me. I'm really not a bad person. Don't you think so, my wife?" She couldn't possibly be called a bad person.

Ye Lingyu patted Meng Chuying's head: "Young lady Meng, my husband is not a bad person, he is a very good person."

Hearing Ye Lingyu's praise, Cheng Qingyan said with pride, "Did you hear that? My wife said I'm a good person!"

Meng Chuying pursed her lips and snorted, clearly not believing it.

The house seemed to have become more lively, but why was Cheng Qingyan arguing with a child?

Ye Lingyu smiled and shook her head: "It's getting late, let's eat quickly."

Meng Chuying hadn't eaten such food in a long time. The village would give her grain and some vegetables, but she couldn't cook them well.

She hadn't tasted such delicious and visually appealing food in a long time since her mother passed away.

While eating, she suddenly burst into tears. She wiped her tears with her sleeve and continued eating.

Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the heartache in each other's eyes. Remembering that Meng Chuying was at an age where she cared about her image, they both tacitly remained silent.

From now on, I'll invite her over for meals more often. Cheng Qingyan deeply understands the loneliness of children without their parents.

After dinner, Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu took Meng Chuying home.

Meng Chuying's house was some distance away from theirs. After arriving at Meng Chuying's house, Cheng Qingyan stayed at the door to avoid suspicion and did not go in.

Ye Lingyu escorted the person to the courtyard, and after confirming that no one was home, she withdrew and instructed Meng Chuying to close the doors and windows.

Under the watchful eyes of Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu, Meng Chuying closed the gate to the courtyard.

On the way back, Cheng Qingyan was in a low mood.

In modern society, she has friends and money. But ever since her mother and grandmother passed away, her home has always been dark, no matter when she returns. She longs for someone to leave a light on for her.

When Meng Chuying opened her door today, did she also hope that someone in her home would turn on a light for her?

Every household in the village lit up their lamps, and the dim, warm glow created a cozy atmosphere.

Cheng Qingyan was lost in thought when she lost her footing and thought she was about to fall, but Ye Lingyu pulled her back to avoid it.

Still shaken, I felt relieved that I hadn't fallen.