After changing into a set of worn-out clothes, Jiang Wanwan left the house.

Jiang Wanwan glanced around the yard and found that everyone in the family was up and working, even Jiang Liu was helping to crush the mugwort with a pestle.

She guessed that her family members were working even harder because they were motivated by last night's events.

So, she was the last one to get up in the family, and Jiang Wanwan touched her nose a little embarrassedly.

When Mrs. Lu caught sight of her daughter out of the corner of her eye, she quickly stopped squeezing the mosquito coil and asked, "Wanwan, why didn't you sleep a little longer? Why are you up so early?"

Jiang Wanwan shook her head, "Mom, I've had enough sleep, I'm fine."

The thought of her precious daughter being only twelve years old and having to worry about the whole family, and now having to deal with Su Wan'er's revenge on the family, made Madam Lu feel extremely sorry for Jiang Wanwan.

It's all their fault as mothers and fathers; they were incapable of supporting the family, which dragged their daughter down with them.

Lu's eyes reddened slightly, and she couldn't help but feel resentful towards Su Wan'er.

I shouldn't have been so good to Su Wan'er in the first place; in the end, I raised a thankless wretch.

Jiang Wanwan felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Lu Shi's half-crying appearance.

She's really not good at offering comfort or anything like that.

She forced a smile and said reassuringly, "Mom, it's okay. These things are not difficult for me at all. I feel a great sense of accomplishment seeing the family change little by little."

Actually, everything was for the sake of saving his own life.

In modern times, I'm a beast of burden; I never imagined that even after transmigrating into a novel, I'd still be a beast of burden working for others.

"Well, Mom, I'm going to wash up now." After saying that, Jiang Wanwan slipped away.

"Hey, be careful not to fall. Oh, by the way, there's some warm breakfast in the kitchen, go and eat it." Madam Lu called out in a low voice.

"I understand, Mother."

Jiang Wanwan quickly washed up and finished her breakfast. She then went to the yard to help her cheap father prepare the ingredients for mosquito coils.

Currently, only she and Jiang Jialin in the family know the secret recipe for mosquito coils; the rest of the family members are unaware of it.

Moreover, because of the incident where Jiang Dali and his two companions climbed over the wall to steal the secret recipe, Old Lady Jiang and the others dared not ask any questions. Even when Jiang Jialin and Jiang Wanwan weighed the materials, they didn't dare to look too closely, for fear that if they found out, they might accidentally reveal the secret recipe for mosquito coils and cut off their own source of income.

Now, with Su Wan'er's desire for revenge on their family, the members of the Jiang family dared not even glance at each other.

The Jiang family members were in complete agreement on protecting the secret recipe for mosquito coils.

Everyone worked very hard in their respective jobs.

In just half an hour, many mosquito coils had been drying on the rack in the yard.

At this time, the sky was beginning to lighten.

Judging by the time, the villagers should arrive with the locusts soon.

Jiang Wanwan asked Jiang He and Jiang Liu to help carry a table and a bench to the outside of the courtyard gate, while she carried several bamboo cages that Uncle Jiang had woven all night to the outside of the courtyard gate, so that they could be used to hold the locusts that the villagers would bring over.

After setting up the table, chairs, and cages, Jiang Wanwan went back into the house and spent six yuan at the mall to buy a thick book of bamboo and hemp paper.

This bamboo and hemp paper book was bound with rope. The paper was somewhat yellowed, and it was no different from cheap paper in ancient times, so it wouldn't arouse suspicion.

Then, she took a writing brush, an inkstone, and ink sticks, and left her room.