Qiao Yan coaxed the little one, “Alright, no more crying. My little Tongzi is already amazing. It’s just points—I’ll earn them for you later.”
Xiao Tongzi wiped away the tears on his chubby little face with his pudgy hands and cheered up again. “Host, you’re the best!”
Once the little system was soothed, Qiao Yan picked up the baby girl to feed her. She loosened her collar, and the little one accurately found her meal, gulping down hungrily—clearly starving.
Qiao Yan stroked the little one in her arms, her heart softening like a pool of water. It seemed having these two little ones around was actually quite delightful.
After the baby girl drank and fell asleep, Qiao Yan picked up the baby boy, who was gnawing on his own hand from hunger, and fed him. “Good baby, you must be starving. Mommy’s feeding you now.”
Qiao Yan’s movements were a bit clumsy but very gentle. The baby stopped crying once she held him and suckled eagerly at her breast.
While feeding the child, Qiao Yan asked Little Milk System a few questions.
“Tongzi, how exactly do I earn those points you mentioned earlier?”
[Dear Host, Tongtong has several modules! Different modules have different point rules. Host needs to pick one module from the many to complete tasks.]
Qiao Yan raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh? Which modules?”
In her mind, Little Milk System tapped a few times on a transparent screen, and several options appeared.
[Dear Host, Tongtong has the Palace and Household Intrigue Module, Succession Struggle and Political Maneuvering Module, Imperial Examination Module, Imperial Concubine Selection Module… and the last one is the Farming and Business Module.]
Qiao Yan’s head spun just hearing them—her little Tongzi seemed to be quite powerful!
But among all the modules, her eyes immediately landed on the Farming and Business Module. In her past life, she had been a national rare germplasm resource conservation specialist and an agricultural PhD. Farming was what she knew best, and it was the only thing she truly loved. So she chose the Farming and Business Module without hesitation.
[Ding! Host has selected the Farming and Business Module. Newbie gift: one sweet potato.]
Qiao Yan stared at the sweet potato that had appeared in her hand, her mouth twitching. Given the Newbie Gift Pack from before, her Tongzi had been pretty generous—how did it come down to just one sweet potato now!
Little Milk System knew what the host was thinking and explained in a soft, childish voice.
[Dear Host, the dynasty you’re currently in is the Tianli Dynasty. Production is backward, and sweet potatoes haven’t been introduced yet!]
Qiao Yan listened, then looked at the sweet potato in her hand again, her eyes gleaming as if it weren’t a sweet potato but a gold bar. See, she knew it—her Tongzi was the most generous!
After admiring the sweet potato, Qiao Yan asked again, “By the way, what are the point rules for the Farming and Business Module?”
Little Milk System rummaged around and finally found the terms.
[Found it!]
[In the Farming and Business Module, points are converted at a rate of two taels of silver for one point. That is, divide the property Host earns by two, and that’s the points gained. Also, Host is required to earn at least 100 points per month, meaning Host must make at least 200 taels of silver every month!]
Qiao Yan nearly spat blood. “Two hundred taels! Why don’t you just tell me to go rob someone!”
From the original owner’s memories, she already knew the price levels of this era. Two hundred taels was an astronomical figure for someone as destitute as her.
Little Milk System gave a shy smile, fiddling with its little skirt.
[Hehe, dear Host, you’ve got to have dreams—who knows, they might just come true~]
Qiao Yan looked up at the sky in speechlessness and shot back, “And what if I don’t make it?”
[If Host fails the task, Host will be punished. Not only will your current assets be deducted, but you’ll also owe two hundred taels in debt.]
Pfft!
Qiao Yan felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in her throat. Sure enough, nothing good falls from the sky. This wasn’t binding a system—it was more like taking out a loan shark!
Where was the promised Salted Fish System!
“Little Tongzi, didn’t you say you were a Salted Fish System? Why aren’t you letting me lie around being a salted fish every day, and instead making me go earn money?”
Little Milk System lifted its little head, its chubby, adorable face beaming with a sweet smile.
[Dear Host, the Salted Fish System isn’t what you think. It means Host works hard to earn points and raises Tongtong into a little salted fish~]
Little Milk System’s explanation left Qiao Yan wanting to cry but having no tears. This wasn’t a system—it was clearly the illegitimate daughter of the heavens!
…
The Heavenly Dao System watched his daughter’s chosen host from the main control room and frowned in dissatisfaction. This host looked so weak—he’d better give his daughter more golden fingers so she wouldn’t go hungry or cold.
So, Little Milk System suddenly discovered that its shop had gained a whole bunch of new items—not just food and clothing, but even guns and ammunition.
…
Time flew like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, three years had passed, and Qiao Yan had been in ancient times for three years now. The two bonus babies she’d gotten when she first arrived had grown into clever and adorable children.
In August, the heat of summer had already faded. The morning temperature was especially pleasant, and the air was fresh.
A tall courtyard wall enclosed a spacious estate. The farmers who had once lived there had all moved away, and the houses that needed demolishing had long been torn down, leaving only three shabby little tile-roofed houses for Qiao Yan, who came later, to have a place to call home.
The empty land outside the small tile-roofed house had all been cultivated into neat vegetable plots, lush with thriving greens—scallions, garlic sprouts, chives, and plump, tender baby bok choy.
The most eye-catching of all were the chili pepper plants already bearing red and green fruits, along with the sprawling sweet potato field.
Qiao Yan hoisted a hoe to dig up sweet potatoes, swinging it with vigorous, powerful strokes. With each dig, she turned up a large clump of soil, revealing thick, smooth sweet potatoes one after another.
Behind her trailed two chubby little toddlers, each carrying a small flower basket. They picked up the sweet potatoes their mother had dug out, placed them into their baskets, and then transported them to her large backpack basket.
Wearing a soft pink butterfly dress with her hair tied up in little buns, the plump little girl Xiao Yu’er bent over with her tiny bottom in the air, gathering many sweet potatoes into her small basket until it was piled high. Then she stood up and carried the basket back with effortless ease.
The little boy behind Xiao Yu’er kept a stern face, silently glancing at his sister, then wordlessly added one more sweet potato to his own small flower basket.
Qiao Yan set down her hoe to pick up sweet potatoes and noticed her son’s action. She let out a helpless chuckle and patted the little one’s head. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to carry so many. Don’t worry about your sister.”
Her sister was a super-strong little loli—how could he possibly compare?
Xiao Chuan’er, caught red-handed, blushed with embarrassment, his little ears turning red, but his face remained solemnly composed.
Qiao Yan found it amusing. Her two children were both little treasures.
Her son, Qiao Xingzhou, nicknamed Xiao Chuan’er, not only looked like his never-seen prince father but also shared his exact temperament. From a young age, he kept a serious, stern little face—a proper aloof little adult. Yet he had a photographic memory and extraordinary learning abilities.
As for her precious daughter, Qiao Zhiyu, nicknamed Xiao Yu’er, she was soft, adorable, and cute—but like her mother, she was born with incredible strength, the kind that could kill a person with a single hammer blow. Besides being adorable, she was also a complete little slacker when it came to studies. She’d doze off the moment she opened a book and often snuck out to play.
Xiao Yu’er returned from delivering sweet potatoes and saw her mother patting her brother’s head. She squeezed her own little head into her mother’s embrace, whining in her sweet, babyish voice: “Mommy~ You should pat me too! My little head is also very nice to pat~”
Qiao Yan’s heart melted at the sweet, milky voice. She scooped up both children in her arms, hugged them tightly, and kissed them again and again. “Alright, Mommy will pat you both. You’re both Mommy’s little treasures.”
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