Qian Muchue finished washing the dishes and returned to the room. She saw Grandma Qian playing with Yaya. Yaya, who had had a good sleep, was in high spirits. She giggled and drooled from the corners of her mouth. She was indeed a drooling baby.
Picking up the notebook on the bed, Qian Muchue sat down at the desk. This desk was made by a carpenter asked by her grandmother Qian when the original owner was in school.
There was a laptop on the desk. It was an ordinary brand of computer with a relatively high cost performance. Because Grandma Qian's house did not have a wireless network installed, the original owner had basically never used it since she came back.
Qian Muchue entered the password according to her memory and successfully turned on the computer. After analyzing it for an afternoon, she found that there are currently two methods that best meet her expectations for making money at home.
The original owner studied finance and was interested in stocks and securities. In his memory, there were two stocks that rose significantly in July and August this year, so it was worth buying some.
There is also a national essay competition with no restrictions on genre. Long works must be no less than 150,000 words. The deadline is July 15th. The first prize is 30,000 yuan, the second prize is 15,000 yuan, and the third prize is 8,000 yuan. Today is June 28th, and the time is very tight, but Qian Muchue can overcome it. After all, the era she lived in was a cultural power with countless good works. Although plagiarism is a bit shameful, she acted in an emergency and would not infringe on the interests of others in this space.
She had thought about writing the article in the afternoon. After having a general understanding of the popular types of works in this time and space and the readers' preferences, Qian Muchue decided to write a sweet pet story. She opened Word and wrote a simple outline. After finishing the outline of the novel, Qian Muchue picked up her mobile phone and downloaded an app from a well-known securities company to open an account online. The information review would have to wait until tomorrow's working hours for someone to handle it.
After finishing all these operations, Qian Muchue rubbed her sore shoulders. This body is a little weak. Her back and waist ached after sitting for two hours. I wonder if it’s because she had given birth to a child. It seems that she needs to exercise more starting tomorrow.
Grandma Qian felt a little distressed when she saw Qian Muchue's actions. She thought Qian Muchue was studying, so she didn't dare to dissuade her.
Most elderly people go to bed early at night. In order to take care of Yaya, Grandma Qian has been staying up all this time. Looking at the old woman's gray hair, Qian Muchue feels a little uncomfortable and decides to make Grandma Qian happy in her later years. Grandma Qian is the best grandma and she deserves to be treated well.
"Grandma, I've thought of a name for Yaya. It's Qian Beibei. Yaya will be my little darling. What do you think?"
Qian Muchue sat on the bed, holding Qian Xiaoya's hand, and discussed with Grandma Qian with a smile.
"Beibei is fine. Beibei is also great-grandma's little baby."
Grandma Qian touched Qian Xiaoya's little feet and called her Beibei. Qian Xiaoya cooperated very well and giggled, as if she was very satisfied with her new name.
After a while, Grandma Qian was finally persuaded by Qian Muchue to go back to sleep. After feeding the baby, Qian Muchue lay on the bed with Qian Xiaoya. Although she was very poor now, she was very satisfied in her heart. She had Yaya and Grandma Qian, and she was no longer alone in this world.
Qian Muchue suddenly felt a pain in her left wrist, as if it was burned by fire. An ancient wooden sign rushed out from her wrist and floated in the air.
Qian Muchue was stunned for a moment. The wooden plaque in front of her looked very familiar. It was something from her original world. Many years ago, a friend told her that there was a witch doctor in Yunnan who could cure terminal illnesses. Qian Muchue happened to have an event there, so she visited the witch doctor after work. He was just an ordinary old man from an ethnic minority. He took the wooden plaque to her and told her that it was a family heirloom that could cure all diseases and asked for a hundred thousand dollars.
Qian Muchue certainly didn't believe it, but seeing that the wooden plaque was quite old and the patterns on it were a bit mysterious, she thought it might be an antique. Since she had money anyway, she bought it. Later, she heard from others that the old man was crazy because of poverty, and he told everyone that his heirloom could cure all diseases, and he asked for 100,000 yuan.
However, there was a big fool who bought something but had no use for it, so he forced the old man to return it. Qian Muchue didn't believe it in the first place, so she didn't feel like she was cheated. Of course, she didn't live past 35 years old.
"Could it be that the old man wasn't lying? This really can cure all diseases."
Qian Muchue thought to herself, this is obviously not an ordinary item. How can it be an ordinary item if it can travel through time and space with me? Qian Muchue was reaching out to take it, and the wooden sign seemed to have consciousness and flew into her hand obediently.
Qian Muchue felt her body lighten and she found herself in a vast white space. Before she could come to her senses, an emotionless mechanical voice came from the air.
"Qian Muchue, 100 merits, granted a bottle of Bone-Shaping Soul-Nourishing Water and a book on Body Refining Techniques."
As soon as she finished speaking, a jade bottle and a very powerful-looking ancient book appeared out of thin air in front of Qian Muchue. Before she could react, she was back in her room in the blink of an eye. Qian Muchue was in a daze and the wooden sign was gone.
"What the hell? Am I dreaming? Where is the gift I was given? Where is the water? Where is the book?"
Qian Muchue remained in a daze. She looked around the room but saw nothing. Qian Xiaoya was sleeping obediently beside her. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, but so real. Qian Muchue looked at her left wrist that had just been burned, and saw a shallow birthmark on her originally slender and white wrist. It was the same shape as the wooden sign and could not be seen without careful observation.
"So what should I do now? Use my mind? Drop blood? Or some kind of spell?"
Qian Muchue held her left wrist and muttered, "All the fantasy novels I read before were written like this. Why is there no instruction manual? Haven't they considered the user experience?"
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