Su Jiu's Divine Sense swept around the courtyard before withdrawing, and her consciousness sank into the spatial dimension.
On the grassy ground lay the sweet potatoes and wheat grains she had collected that morning.
She first buried the small half-section of sweet potato in the Spirit Field, then scattered the few wheat grains on another side.
The Immortal Abode Space had shrunk thousands of times compared to before, yet the area of this Spirit Field was not small for an ordinary farming family.
The Spirit Field was about ten mu in size, which was more than enough for Su Jiu, who was just starting to plant something.
Under the control of her will, Su Jiu sprinkled some Spirit Spring Water over the sweet potatoes and wheat grains.
This body was too weak. After doing all this, Su Jiu felt overwhelmed, her temples throbbing with pain, forcing her to withdraw from the spatial dimension.
After withdrawing, she fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
Su Jiu slept until the next day.
Grandma Su stared at the sleeping Xiao Jiu'er, her heart filled with anxiety. Her already wrinkled old face looked deeply troubled: "Old Man, do you think there's something wrong with our Jiu'er? I've never heard of a baby who's already past the first month sleeping this much."
"Being able to sleep is a blessing. It shows our Jiu'er is no ordinary child," Su Youtian said dismissively, thinking his wife was just worrying over nothing.
Su Jiu, lying on the bed, was startled and opened her eyes.
To behave like a normal baby,
she waved her little hands, kicked her little legs, opened her mouth, and babbled…
Pop~
A bubble unexpectedly popped out of her mouth.
The Ancestor, whose soul was already nine thousand years old, felt a row of black lines slide down her forehead, instantly disgusted by her own actions.
Beside her, Grandma Su was amused, her face blooming into a chrysanthemum-like smile.
Her Guai Nan, how could she be so adorable?
The way she blew bubbles was simply too cute.
Seeing that Xiao Jiu'er was fine, Grandma Su finally felt relieved.
"You've slept for so long, you must be hungry. Grandma will go get you something to eat," Grandma Su said cheerfully before heading out.
Not long after, a sharp roar echoed from the courtyard.
"Which shameless, heaven-damned thief dares to steal in broad daylight? Why don't you just ascend to heaven?"
Seeing that the goat's milk in the ceramic jar on the stove had been completely drained, Grandma Su was so furious her eyes turned red.
"Mother, what happened?" Sister-in-law Mrs. Zhang came out of her room upon hearing the commotion.
"Which damned thief would even steal my Jiu'er's food? If you're so greedy for my Jiu'er's milk, why don't you just drink yourself to death?" Grandma Su stomped her feet in anger.
In winter, fodder was already scarce. People could barely eat their fill, let alone livestock.
That goat produced just enough milk each day for Guai Nan to drink.
Now, with the milk gone, her Jiu'er would go hungry.
"Jiu'er's milk is gone?" Mrs. Zhang exclaimed in shock. "The courtyard gate has been closed all along. Even if someone really came in to steal food, they would have made some noise."
Mrs. Zhang's reminder made Grandma Su realize instantly.
If it wasn't an outsider who stole it, then it must have been a thief within the family.
Grandma Su was sharp-witted. Almost as soon as Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, she stormed angrily toward Third Brother's house.
When she entered, Feng Qiulian was just feeding her son the last spoonful of milk.
"Mother, are you here to see Jinyu?"
"He's been losing weight these past two days. Thankfully, Mother had the foresight to bring back a milk goat, or else your grandson would have gone hungry."
Before Grandma Su could speak, Feng Qiulian flattered her first.
As for stealing milk? That's out of the question.
How could taking something from one's own family be considered stealing?
Besides, the goat's milk was meant for the descendants of the Old Su Family—not a single drop had gone into her own stomach—so Feng Qiulian wasn't the least bit afraid.
Grandma Su was absolutely furious!
She wished she could rush over and slap her across the face.
But when she saw the grandson in her arms, she managed to hold back after all.
She knew all too well what kind of person Third Brother's wife was.
The fact that she hadn't managed to protect the goat's milk for her precious Guai Nan was her own fault as the grandmother.
Grandma Su turned around and headed straight for the backyard, leading the goat into her own room to keep it there.
From now on, Jiu'er's food supply would be kept right under her watchful eyes—let's see who would dare to covet it then!
"Third Brother's wife is just like that. Don't let yourself get so worked up that you ruin your health. If it really comes to it, just make some fish soup for Jiu'er!" Old Man Su sat on the kang and sighed helplessly.
Apart from the half bag of dried wild vegetables hanging from the roof beam and the meager amount of coarse grains in the rice jar, all that was left were the fish he had caught yesterday.
The big grass carp had already been cleaned and eaten yesterday.
In the broken vat in the yard, there were still three carp, each about the size of a palm.
Grandma Su nodded, turned around, and left the room to prepare fish soup for her Guai Nan.
Old Man Su glanced at Jiu'er, who was lying quietly on the kang without making a fuss, put on his hat, and went out.
He needed to borrow some fodder to feed the goat. If the goat was well-fed, there would be no worry about Jiu'er's food supply.
The dim room was once again left with only Su Jiu'er inside.
She opened her round, wide eyes, and her consciousness once again entered the Immortal Abode Space.
As soon as she entered, she felt her mind lighten noticeably. A faint flow of Spiritual Qi drifted through the spatial dimension.
The small half-section of sweet potato she had planted had already grown into lush green vines. The sweet potato vines had spread several meters, with dense leaves and branches, looking quite spectacular.
The wheat grains she had sown had also ripened. Sturdy stalks supported plump, bristling heads of wheat, each grain full and round. She could even catch a faint scent of wheat in the air.
The only slight disappointment was that only two stalks of wheat had grown.
Still, it was fortunate that at least two grains hadn't been ruined by mice.
In the past, she had only used the Spirit Field to grow medicinal herbs, but now it seemed growing food crops was also a good idea.
At this rate, the spatial dimension would eventually be filled with grain.
Using her spiritual power, Su Jiu scattered the ripe wheat grains back into the soil. She pulled up the sweet potato vines from the ground and harvested over a dozen plump, red sweet potatoes.
With her spiritual power, Su Jiu cut the sweet potato vine shoots to use as cuttings, inserting them into the soil to let them continue propagating.
The several-meter-long sweet potato vines ended up filling nearly half of the Spirit Field with cuttings.
After watering them with Spirit Spring Water, Su Jiu withdrew her consciousness from the spatial dimension.
Along with her, she brought out the over a dozen fresh sweet potatoes and the sweet potato leaves she had deliberately kept.
"Maa~"
The goat, which had been hungry for a long time, smelled the fresh sweet potato leaves and immediately bleated happily, eagerly starting to eat.
Su Jiu, lying on the bed, lazily yawned.
Eat, eat.
Only when it was full would she have milk to drink.
By the time Grandma Su finished preparing the fish soup and brought it in, she found her Xiao Jiu'er had fallen asleep again.
She placed the fish soup on the only low cabinet and was about to wake her Guai Nan when she suddenly tripped over something.
When Grandma Su looked down, she let out a startled cry.
"Old woman, what's all the fuss about?" Old Man Su walked in, having borrowed half a bag of bran from the village chief's house.
"Old man, come here quickly!" Grandma Su, suppressing her shock and excitement, waved her husband over.
Old Man Su carefully placed the bran against the base of the wall before walking over.
In the faint light filtering through the small window of the room, he saw a dozen plump, reddish sweet potatoes lying on the floor at the foot of the bed…
The sweet potatoes still had moist soil clinging to their skins, clearly freshly dug.
In the dead of winter, fresh sweet potatoes were a rare sight indeed!
Even more baffling was how they had appeared in their room out of nowhere.