Mu Yi'an first searched her mind for all the money transactions the original owner had made from the time she got married until now, keeping a mental record of it.

Mu Yi'an applied to the university to study accounting, but was assigned to the college of agriculture instead. She had originally intended to study accounting at Yuncheng University, but the admission scores that year were much higher than in previous years, so she didn't get into accounting and was assigned to the college of agriculture instead.

Mu Yi'an almost cried. She had studied day and night, hoping to escape the mountain village and stop doing farm work. And what did she get? She was thrown into an agricultural college—wasn't this a joke? But it turned out to be no joke. Holding her acceptance letter, after much deliberation, she decided to go. She didn't have the financial means or the ability to repeat a year.

She decided to stop thinking about it; those things were far behind her now. Instead, she should check the original owner's assets to see if she had the means to squander them.

Based on the memory in my brain, I found a wooden box in a hidden compartment on the side of the wooden bed, took off the key from my neck, opened the treasure chest, and saw what treasures were inside.

Mu Yi'an put the jewelry aside; these weren't the focus. She wanted to see the fixed assets.

The land deed for twenty acres of paddy fields was the original owner's dowry.

The original owner's family was a small landlord family, with 200 mu of paddy fields and a small estate of more than 100 mu, which was dry land with a small hillside. The original owner had been there a few times and had an impression of it.

Below is another property deed, for a shop in town, which was also part of the original owner's dowry. The shop isn't big, and it's currently rented out, with a monthly rent of one or two taels of silver.

There's also a land deed for fifteen mu of dry land, which the original owner bought after getting married. It seems someone was in a hurry to sell land at the time, and the price was quite reasonable, so he bought it.

These are the original owner's fixed assets, including houses and land. It seems that the original owner's family doted on their daughter, and it seems that's how it was in her memory.

Mu Yi'an rummaged through the purse again and found a money pouch containing a few taels of silver and some copper coins, though Mu Yi'an didn't know the exact amount.

After putting everything back, Mu Yi'an wrote down a list of the original owner's financial assets in her notebook.

Lock the wooden box and put it back in its original place. Then, take out another wooden box from another hidden compartment. This box contained another part of the original owner's property.

Inside was a dowry list, which recorded all the details of the original owner's dowry.

The dowry included land, furniture, clothing, jewelry… but the most important thing was the dowry money. Her parents gave her fifty taels, and she also brought back ten taels from the betrothal gifts. Her eldest brother gave her five taels, and her second brother gave her five taels, totaling seventy taels—quite a lot!

Mu Yi'an counted the silver in the box. The larger ingots were five taels each, and the smaller ones were one tael each. There were fourteen large ingots in total, weighing seventy taels, and ten small ingots.

Mu Yi'an put the things away, locked the box again, and put it back in its original place.

The original owner of this body got married at fifteen and is now twenty-one, less than six years into their marriage. When they got married, Jiang Zhonglin was already a scholar, and he was entitled to own sixty mu of land exempt from land tax. So, in these six years, the income from the paddy fields and dry land was quite substantial. Including the rent from the shop, the original owner only spent sixty taels of silver to buy fifteen mu of dry land; otherwise, she didn't have any major expenses.

The original owner's husband was an introverted man, not good with words, and devoted himself to his studies. He didn't follow the example of some of his classmates by attending random poetry gatherings and squandering the family's money. In his spare time, he would copy books to earn some pocket money to buy writing materials.

Well, the original couple was considered a model couple in this era. Both were good-natured, just rather introverted and quiet. They really didn't have any other flaws; I don't know why, suddenly, they became the ones in the story.

What are you doing?

When Jiang Shuyun came in, he saw his partner staring blankly. Was he tired from working in the morning?

"I didn't do anything, how did you get in?"

In this era, men don't go into the inner room unless there's a specific reason.

"I was just tidying up in the study, worried you might be tired. How was your first time getting up early to cook?"

"I've wanted to tuck my skirt into my pants countless times, and I've wanted to roll up my sleeves countless times, but it's really inconvenient and hot."

Mentioning this made Mu Yi'an extremely frustrated. Working in the kitchen in such hot weather wearing a traditional Chinese ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was truly unbearable. As far as she could remember, her family hadn't always insisted on wearing ruqun; they also had trousers, but showing arms and legs was out of the question now.

"There's really no other way. Let's get used to each other for a while and think about how to broaden our sources of income. Once we have money, we can hire people to do the work, and then you'll be free."

Jiang Shuyun's family always had a nanny in his previous life, and he was used to a life where he was waited on hand and foot.

"How do we broaden our path to wealth? Is it because you have skills or what I have? According to your memory, this dynasty had glass, candles, paper, soap... In Fan Xian's words, others have already paved the way, leaving us with no path to take."

Those time-traveling gods who become rich all follow a few simple methods: making modern products or selling recipes. You can't even cook, and I only know some simple home-cooked meals; I don't have any recipes to sell.

"In business, setting aside the social restrictions imposed by class distinctions, neither of us, having been teachers for so many years, truly understands business, especially the rules of this era."

Listening to Mu Yi'an's words, Jiang Shuyun's shoulders slumped. He really didn't know anything. As a liberal arts student, he had no concept of what Mu Yi'an was talking about.

He's not good at business; he doesn't like dealing with strangers. His previous skills—driving, computer programming, piano, drums—are useless here. The only two things he can use are his calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, which his grandfather made him practice, and he's never given up on them since he was five.

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