Yuan Chun finally got to eat the food she had been longing for.
She tasted the flavors she had missed for so long.
Actually, the wild vegetable buns weren't very tasty; they were bitter and got stuck in her throat, but Yuan Chun ate them with relish, finding them much tastier than the meat from the supernatural beasts.
After the meal, Liu Qingqiu urged her daughter, "Yuan Chun, bring your little clothes to me to wash. You go with your father to weave baskets."
"Okay, Mother."
Feng Yuan Chun wasn't full and ran to the kitchen, drinking two large bowls of water until she was completely satiated.
Emerging from the kitchen, Yuan Chun asked 007 dejectedly, "007, can the system space store the items I collected in the small world?"
"Host, yes, it can, and it even keeps them fresh."
Hearing this, Yuan Chun's lips curled into a happy smile. "007, when the policies change in the future, I'm definitely going to go into business, make lots of money, and collect lots of food so I won't go hungry in the next small world."
"Host, the system shop sells food."
"There's a system shop?" Yuan Chun sat down, grabbed a vine, and slowly began weaving a small basket according to the original owner's memories, all the while angrily snapping at 007, "There's a shop? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
007 said aggrievedly, "Host, items in the shop are purchased with points. You don't have any points. Even if I told you, you couldn't afford them."
Yuan Chun: "..."
Too poor.
Too hurtful to his pride.
Yuan Chun shoved 007 into a corner with a gust of wind, burying his head in weaving baskets.
After dinner, the Feng family would gather together to weave baskets and winnowing trays, which they would then take to the village market five miles away on the first day of each month to exchange for daily necessities.
Yuan Chun herself didn't know how to weave, but with the original owner's memories, she quickly became skilled after a few tries.
"Big sister, I don't know how to weave, can you teach me?" Six-year-old Feng Yuanling moved a small stool and sat down next to Yuan Chun.
In her small hands, she held a thin willow twig.
Yuan Chun glanced at her and said, "Weaving baskets requires strength. You're not strong enough to do it."
"I'm very strong," Feng Yuanling pouted, unconvinced. "I can carry a full basket of pig feed on my back."
Feng Yuanling was the daughter of the third branch of the Feng family and the youngest child.
Grandma Feng only had three sons and no daughters. The original owner's father was the second son, and the original owner was the eldest daughter. She also had a fifteen-year-old sister, Feng Yuanzhen, and a twelve-year-old brother, Feng Guokang.
The eldest branch had two sons, Feng Guoping and Feng Guoan.
Feng Guoping got married before the new year to Ding Chunli.
Feng Guoan was twenty years old and still unmarried.
The third branch had two sons and one daughter: Feng Guoqiang, Feng Guojian, and Feng Yuanling.
In the previous life, when the original owner was arrested, Ding Xiaotao, fearing being implicated, coerced and bribed Feng Laosan to take his three children and move to Ding Xiaotao's family home, severing ties with the Feng family.
Grandma Feng died, and Feng Laosan never came back.
"Yuanling, don't bother your eldest sister weaving baskets. Come help your mother pick wild vegetables; I'll make you wild vegetable pancakes tomorrow morning," Ding Xiaotao called out.
"Wild vegetable pancakes aren't good; I'm tired of them," Feng Yuanling pouted. "I want to learn how to weave baskets and exchange them for candy in town."
Ding Xiaotao laughed in exasperation, "You greedy little thing! You're not even getting enough to eat, and you still want candy? Candy is so expensive; you dare to dream of it!" "
Next time, when the eldest goes to the market, he can exchange some fruit candy for the children to sweeten their mouths," Grandma Feng suddenly said.
She wasn't spoiling the children; she simply understood the principle that if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it.