Wen Yifan shot her a cold glance and turned to her youngest daughter’s room.
The moment she stepped inside, a musty smell hit her nose.
Seeing her cover her nose, Song Wanji explained awkwardly, “Mom, I clean the room every day. It’s just… there’s no window. I—I’ll open the door right now.”
“Did I say anything? Why are you panicking?”
Wen Yifan looked around the room, her brows tightly furrowed.
How had she forgotten about this?
The house wasn’t small, and there were enough rooms—but two of them had terrible layouts.
Back then, Wen Yifan had favored her eldest son. After they got the house, she hadn’t even chosen a room for herself before letting him pick first. Naturally, the largest, sunniest room went to Song Huailin.
After that, she and the second son each chose one of the next best rooms.
The remaining two were left for the third son and her daughter. At the time, Song Chenyi had already been seeing Feng Zhuyi, and since his future wife would eventually move in, Song Wanji took a step back and gave the only room with a window to her third brother.
That was one of the reasons Song Chenyi treated Song Wanji so well.
Partly because of sibling affection, and partly out of guilt.
Now, thinking about her daughter living in this cramped, dark room for over a decade—unable to keep the door open for long because her brothers were constantly coming and going—Wen Yifan felt as if her heart were being sliced by knives.
“Those two bastards got off cheap!”
All her sincerity had been fed to dogs. Wen Yifan cursed angrily, already deciding to switch the rooms around.
Song Wanji looked up in confusion, not understanding what her mother was cursing about.
Wen Yifan pushed the matter to the back of her mind and brought up something else instead. “Daughter, go to the village committee later and ask the village secretary to issue me a divorce certificate.”
“A divorce certificate?” Song Wanji was startled.
Wen Yifan had never divorced before. She had only learned about the process in her previous life when she forced her third son and his wife to divorce. Now it was her turn.
But divorce was a good thing.
Just thinking about divorcing that old fool Song Yanchuan filled Wen Yifan with joy. Her face even glowed red with excitement.
Seeing her mother like this, Song Wanji knew this was serious. She couldn’t tell whether she felt more excited or hopeful. After listening to Wen Yifan’s instructions, she rushed out like a gust of wind.
She left in such a hurry that she didn’t notice Zhou Zhiyun eavesdropping by the wall.
Hearing footsteps inside, Zhou Zhiyun realized her mother-in-law was about to come out. Like a mouse spotting a cat, she tiptoed back to the kitchen and stared at the pots and pans, muttering, “Divorce? Is that for real?”
“You heard everything?”
“Yeah, I was just outside the youngest’s door and heard Mom say—Mom?!”
When Zhou Zhiyun turned around, she found Wen Yifan standing right behind her.
It was no less terrifying than seeing a ghost at midnight.
Her legs nearly gave out.
Wen Yifan sneered coldly. “Your family really raised you well—eavesdropping on your mother-in-law and sister-in-law’s conversations. But fine. Saves me the trouble of telling you later.”
Only after Wen Yifan’s figure disappeared through the gate did Zhou Zhiyun dare to breathe again, still clutching the doorframe.
Thinking back to what her mother-in-law had said about divorce, she hurried to find Song Kuo. Divorce was no small matter. When the time came, would they follow Father or Mother? She needed to discuss it with her husband.
Wen Yifan paid no mind to the small incident. She left the courtyard and headed up the mountain.
It was the turn of spring into summer. The wild plants were lush and thriving. After only a few steps, an electronic screen suddenly appeared before her.
On it, two kinds of herbs grew side by side near a large tree, flourishing beautifully. With a “why waste it” mindset, Wen Yifan collected them all.
[You have obtained 200 grams of Viola yedoensis (purple-flowered ground violet), worth 0.6 yuan. Successfully sold.]
[You have obtained 500 grams of goji leaves, worth 1 yuan. Successfully sold.]
1.6 yuan in hand.
A good start. After that, things went smoothly.
Common medicinal herbs were everywhere in the mountains. With every step Wen Yifan took, the system notification chimed.
After digging for two hours, her back ached so badly she could barely straighten up, but she had earned over twenty yuan.
Still, she felt the efficiency was too low.
After thinking for a moment, she gave up on the dandelions at her feet and turned toward the deeper mountains.
Better things grew deeper inside. If she could find even a single wild ginseng or lingzhi mushroom, she wouldn’t have to worry for half a year.
As she moved through the grass, a pheasant suddenly burst out, startling her. She instinctively reached out—and somehow caught it.
Before she could recover, the mechanical voice rang out again: “Congratulations, host. You have discovered the rare medicinal herb Bupleurum.”
Wen Yifan’s eyes lit up. She set the pheasant aside and bent down to harvest the herb.
[You have obtained one wild Bupleurum plant, worth 0.5 yuan. Sell?]
Though one plant was only worth fifty cents, there were more than ten of them in front of her.
She was going to get rich!
“Don’t sell yet.”
She planned to harvest them all first. After a brief pause, the system chimed again: “Ten Bupleurum plants can be exchanged for 4 points. Exchange?”
Four points? Why didn’t you say that earlier!
Wen Yifan’s face brightened. “Exchange!”
A flash of white light, and the ten plants disappeared, replaced by increased points on the panel.
She harvested the rest and exchanged them for points as well.
Continuing deeper into the forest, she saw all kinds of low-value herbs everywhere. The system notifications rang nonstop, so she turned on the filter function and finally enjoyed some peace.
“Discovered one cinnamon tree ahead. Harvest cinnamon bark?”
Wen Yifan stroked her chin. “What’s the price for cinnamon bark?”
“One liang (50 grams) of cinnamon bark is worth 5 yuan, and can also be exchanged for 2 points.”
She was tempted. Testing the system, she said, “Too bad I don’t know how to harvest cinnamon bark. Forget it.”
Silence filled the air for a full minute.
Then the electronic screen suddenly lit up, playing a tutorial video on how to harvest cinnamon bark.
Wen Yifan’s expression turned complicated. She had already suspected the system was flexible. Now it was beyond flexible—it was practically intelligent.
Whether that was good or bad, she couldn’t tell.
After watching the video, she grabbed a small knife and got to work.
Her hands were clumsy, and she only managed to cut off about one and a half liang of bark, earning 2 points and 2.5 yuan.
After subtracting the points she had previously spent, her total finally surpassed ten points.
Impatiently, she called out, “Unlock the Spirit Spring!”
“Unlocking the Spirit Spring requires 10 points. Please confirm.”
Without hesitation, Wen Yifan tapped confirm. Her vision blurred, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a barren system space.
White emptiness stretched everywhere, except for a faintly glowing spring in front of her.
She opened the system description.
[Spatial Spirit Spring: Produced by the system. Can be used to heal illnesses, nourish medicinal plants… More functions to be explored.]
“Heal illnesses?” Wen Yifan was very interested. “Any illness? Like cancer?”
“In theory, yes.”
The system cursor pointed to a corner of the description. Wen Yifan read it aloud: “The Spirit Spring is currently Level 1 and can only heal external injuries… So if I want to cure cancer, I’d have to save up points to upgrade it?”
At this rate, wouldn’t that take forever?