But since she can make money, Zhao Dashan couldn't say anything.
He drove the oxcart to a quiet alley and waited there.
Meanwhile, Yin Lan started shopping again, her eyes gleaming with greed.
The most important thing is the basin. If you want to increase the quantity later, you will need a larger porcelain basin or earthenware jar.
Yin Lan strolled around the market and chose a reasonably priced earthenware jar for ten coins.
Then I bought a pound of peanuts for eight coins.
I bought a larger winnowing basket for eight coins.
Then we went to the cloth shop. The children didn't have any winter clothes at all. It's getting colder every day, so we had to hurry up and make some. So we bought two catties of cotton and forty feet of cloth, which was enough to make a set of clothes for each of the three children.
These things are too expensive. Cloth costs ten coins per foot, and cotton costs forty coins per pound.
Yin Lan auctioned off her clothes directly in the system before buying half a pound of cotton and ten feet of cloth here. The rest of the clothes were bought in the system.
The prices in the system are slightly lower than the prices here.
Cotton costs thirty coins per pound, and cloth costs eight coins per foot.
After buying these things, she was penniless, having spent all her money.
It seems I need to continue making money.
Oh, right, Yin Lan suddenly remembered that there was another person in the family, the cheap father of the three children, her cheap husband.
However, it's unknown whether he can come back alive, and according to the original owner's memories, Chen Yourun seems to be 1.8 meters tall.
Why is he so tall? He wastes too much fabric. I'd rather die than buy him fabric to make clothes.
Carrying these things, Yin Lan went to the oxcart, leaving Zhao Dashan dumbfounded.
So much cotton, so much cloth? How much money is that? No matter how much we earn, it's not enough for my wife. She didn't keep a single penny today.
Not only did she not keep any, Yin Lan also needed to explain, "I also used some of the allowances that the father of the child sent back earlier."
Zhao Dashan was speechless.
However, considering that he now has a daughter-in-law who can earn money herself, he really couldn't say anything.
Moreover, Yin Lan herself said that none of the children in her family had winter clothes, so this was to make clothes for the children, so what else is there to say?
As for Yin Lan, she herself was going to do it anyway, so there was no need for her to say it aloud.
She wants her child to have a good life, and she can't possibly mistreat herself.
Zhao Dashan felt extremely gratified; these three children had finally overcome their hardships and were now enjoying a better life.
It seems that beating the Yin family really woke up Madam Yin.
Zhao Dashan was also very happy.
The oxcart swayed and wobbled along the road it had come from, heading back towards Iron Sword Village.
Last time I went back, it was already evening. This time, it was still early, and it wasn't until noon when I was walking.
Yin Lan was also hungry, but she had no money.
While Zhao Dashan was driving ahead, she took off the cloth bag from her head, concentrated her energy, auctioned it off in the system, and then used the money to buy three more large steamed buns.
"Brother Dashan, here you go." Yin Lan handed over a steamed bun.
"No, no, I'm not hungry..." Zhao Dashan waved his hand in refusal.
Yin Lan stuffed it directly into her mouth; she was hungry too, and immediately started biting.
The white dough and fragrant meat filling made Yin Lan feel completely satisfied.
Zhao Dashan broke off a piece, took a bite, and smacked his lips in amazement at the abundance of meat inside.
This runner's wife may be extravagant, but she's also incredibly generous. A meat bun with such generous fillings must cost three or four coins.
He had never had the chance to eat meat buns in the county town before, and he was only able to do so because of his wife You Run.
After taking a small bite, he put the bun in his pocket and took it back home for his wife and two children, who hadn't tried it yet.
Yin Lan saw it, but said nothing.
Indeed, kind people always consider others first, no matter what they do.
Anyway, she was going to eat the whole steamed bun herself. She had been busy since early morning and had traveled so far; she was almost exhausted.
Anyway, there's one left, so the three kids in the family can share it.
The oxcart swayed and rocked along.
Sudden,
“Brother Dashan, stop for a moment,” Yin Lan suddenly said.
Zhao Dashan was puzzled, but he stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yin Lan saw a wooden cart on the ground, which looked damaged.
“It’s so badly damaged, nobody wants it,” Zhao Dashan explained.
Yin Lan looked around, then climbed back onto the oxcart and continued on her way.
Yin Lan stared at the wooden cart and focused on activating the system.
Previously, the system only handled clothes and shoes; they might not need this car, right? Then the voice rang out.
[An antique wooden cart has been discovered; will it be auctioned?]
Yes, yes, yes!
[Ding! Auction successful. 500 coins received.]
Oh, not bad.
Yin Lan gradually discovered the system's quirks: the more times something was used and the more worn it became, the more the system liked it; but if it was new, it might not even want it.
For example, if she went to the county town to buy a new wooden cart, she might not even be able to get 500 coins.
In other words, this system likes to collect junk.
Who knows, she might make a fortune by opening a trade-in shop.
But this makes it impossible for her to explain to anyone how she makes money from the junk she collects.
On the way back, Yin Lan patiently observed and tried to take pictures of anything that looked "broken".
Along the way, he actually accumulated one or two taels of silver!
What a great find!
With such a leisurely and fruitful journey, Yin Lan was in an exceptionally pleasant mood.
By mid-afternoon, the oxcart was approaching Iron Sword Village.
Yin Lan stopped the oxcart, held the cloth in her hands, and stuffed the peanuts and cotton into the earthenware jar. "Brother Dashan, I'll take a detour back from the back."
Zhao Dashan originally wanted to remind her, but Yin Lan noticed it herself.
She bought so many things the day before yesterday. If someone sees her again today, who knows what they'll say behind her back.
Zhao Dashan used to not care much about it.
But now he still had the big white steamed buns that Yin Lan had given him, and the Fairy Scholar Tofu that cost four coins a piece was on the cart. Moreover, his impression of Yin Lan had changed drastically, so he naturally leaned more towards her.
"Keep your distance from people," Zhao Dashan advised.
"I understand, thank you."
Zhao Dashan felt a little embarrassed. He felt he had gotten a great deal, as his wife was being so polite.
“I’ll get the soil ready today, and I’ll build you a kitchen tomorrow,” Zhao Dashan added.
Winter is usually a slow season for farmers, and there's not much to do at home except pull weeds. Since he's taken advantage of the situation, he naturally wants to do the job to the best of his ability.
Yin Lan walked home from the edge of the hill behind her house. She saw some small fruits that were very sour and not commonly eaten by the villagers, so she picked some of them.
Having picked enough, she was about to leave when she suddenly heard a commotion that fluctuated in volume.
She listened intently, and the voice grew louder, seemingly getting closer. "Wang Cuihua, you've gone too far! This is the fish I caught, how dare you try to take it from me?"
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