She pursed her lips quietly, contemplating the worst-case scenario.
"This is still good. If we had a fight and had to split up the family because of this money, our life would be even more difficult."
Anle looked up and glanced at Anjing. She hadn't expected that this eldest sister was so thoughtful, always thinking the worst about everything!
At that time, when Qiao Qiuniang entered the courtyard of Song Minghui's house, Song Minghui came out to greet her with a smile on her face. She glanced at the basket Qiao Qiuniang was carrying, but didn't mention a word about how her son had been beaten by An Yi and his sister the day before.
"Oh, Qiu Niang is here?"
"Ah, I rushed over here this morning since I had nothing else to do. These are the ten handkerchiefs I finished yesterday."
Song Minghui sighed and pushed away the basket that Qiao Qiuniang handed over.
"Oh dear, what bad luck. I don't have time to take your job today. I was just about to go see my son at Old Cripple's. I'm not going to town today."
Qiao Qiuniang was taken aback, then exclaimed with concern.
"Going to Old Cripple's place? What happened to Fatty?"
"Well, Qiu Niang, you'll have to go ask your two precious children. Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm in a hurry to go out. My son is complaining of a headache!"
I wonder if that old cripple's skills in treating ailments are enough to cure my son's head injury? That was quite a blow.
Song Minghui spoke a few words in a roundabout way, waving her handkerchief, and then walked away, muttering to herself and swaying her hips.
Qiao Qiuniang wasn't stupid. Hearing this, and recalling her third son's anger after her little daughter fell from the tree a few days ago, she immediately understood what was going on. She quickly grabbed her basket and hurried out of the Li family's courtyard.
Less than a quarter of an hour after she left, Qiao Qiuniang returned with a basket, her face ashen. She threw the basket on the kang (a heated brick bed), glanced at the three sisters, and before she could ask a question, Anning stepped forward, glanced at the basket on the kang, and asked timidly.
"Mom, what...what did Big Fatty's mom say?"
"You guys attacked Fatty?"
After Qiao Qiuniang finished speaking with certainty, she immediately sighed.
“Our family doesn’t have any jobs that can earn money. After you all made such a fuss, Sister Hui won’t take any more of my work. How are we going to live?”
"What can we do? What can we do? We can just pay less to Grandpa and Grandma!"
An Ning muttered something under her breath, then licked her lips.
"It's been spring for quite a while now. How about my third brother and I go up the mountain in a few days and dig up some bamboo shoots and steamed buns? Maybe we can earn a few coins for the family."
Qiao Qiuniang's eyes glistened with tears, her eyes reddened, and she covered her mouth, turning her face away. "All I can do is go and get some wild vegetables."
Seeing that Qiao Qiuniang was about to cry, An Ning panicked and quickly grabbed Qiao Qiuniang's arm, apologizing politely.
"Mom, don't cry. At most, we'll just get nagged by Grandma for a few days. I... I know I was wrong. I acted impulsively yesterday and kicked Fatty. But that kid is so annoying. He deliberately came to our house to see my little sister make a fool of herself, so... so I couldn't help it."
An Yi pursed her lips, lifted the tattered curtain and entered the east room, saying stiffly, "I was also wrong. I couldn't help myself and slapped him."
Anle watched from the side, secretly thinking, "It's money again. I wonder what this money looks like. If I knew, I could try to grow some of this money myself."
...
After wandering between the kang (heated brick bed) and the outhouse for two more days, a light rain started to fall. The weather was not cooperating, so An Mancang and An Ding had to stay at home and do some chores. The father and son took some time to repair the dilapidated outer door of the house, and nailed on a few pieces of wood that had been whittled off.
Quietly, she followed Qiao Qiuniang into the east room to learn embroidery.
An Yi played with An Kang in the west room, teaching the little guy the few words she had only secretly learned from Master Meng.
Anning was chopping feed for the chickens in the outer room.
The whole family was huddled together in the three small rooms, busy with their work. Anle could only enter the system space under the pretext of going to the outhouse.
Seeing Anle heading outside, Anning shouted.
"Little sister, it's raining outside, and the ground is slippery. What are you doing out there? You just fell, what if you fall again and get seriously injured?"
Anle froze, then turned to Anning and gave a dry laugh.
"I...I need to use the restroom."
Anning watched Anle disappear out the door and muttered, "Why has my little sister been eating so little these past two days, yet going to the toilet so frequently? Did she fall and hurt her head, and even her stomach?"
Anle stumbled at the sound of Anning's beeping behind her. Her little face paused for a moment, then she continued walking towards the outhouse in the yard, pretending to be nonchalant. She pinched her nose, went into the outhouse, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the system space.
Since entering this system space on the second day after arriving here, she has been studying it for three days now. Today is the fourth day of her research, and she can finally say that she has gained some understanding of the system space.
I skillfully opened the system interface and planted the things I had been working on last night.
"We have basic tableware now, and the two large loaves of toast we planted these past two days are enough for a week. Now we'll plant some fried chicken and ham, and a can of coffee and some creamer!"
"Oh, and also stock up on a can of coconut milk!"
"Hey, I never expected that this Seven-Colored Garden would have a storage space like the [All Things Pouch]. Having such an invisible virtual storage place is really convenient!"
"Ah, and fruit too. Let's plant bananas and cherry tomatoes."
"These bananas and cherry tomatoes need to be planted on trees, right? I don't think I need to check the elemental analysis; I've seen them before at my friend's resort!"
The planting was completed, but no fruit was harvested. Anle was stunned.
"Huh? What's going on? Why can I harvest everything else, but not this fruit?"
"What does this mean, that the planting yielded no harvest?"
Exit the "Pastoral Attributes" feature and open "Seven-Colored Pastoral" to view.
Looking at the two tiny green sprouts just emerging from the two seven-colored fields, which indicated they were growing, Anle couldn't help but swear—
"Damn, why is this fruit different from the others we grow?"
"Damn it, this is messing with me again. This thing is supposed to be growing, it takes time?"
"If that's the case, how long will it take to grow?"
"Can they grow up today?"
"What if these trees grow for two or three years like the fruit trees on my friend's farm? Wouldn't I be doomed?"
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