The original host used to wash Old Mrs. Yang’s clothes, but the current Zhao Ran would not. Even though the money was found in her home, Zhao Ran had no intention of letting Ma Xuehua wash Old Mrs. Yang’s clothes either.
Even so, a large pile of items, including bedsheets, quilt covers, and dirty clothes, was still found in her home. Seeing all this, Zhao Ran realized just how important a washing machine was.
In fact, Zhao Ran’s Kongjian had a washing machine, but now was not the time to take it out. As for the future, she had no idea what would happen and dared not bring out too many things.
While Ma Xuehua washed clothes for her family, Zhao Ran took out all the bedding at home to air out and thoroughly cleaned the entire house.
After that, she went to the kitchen and started scrubbing.
Watching Zhao Ran, Ma Xuehua sighed. With a mother-in-law who was useless, the daughter-in-law had to work hard. She had just returned from surgery and was already doing chores and cleaning. But if she didn’t, there were still three people at home waiting to eat—what else could she do?
Thinking of this, Ma Xuehua couldn’t help but feel sorry for Zhao Ran. She had clearly married such a good husband, a factory director in the city, yet the wife was living such a hard life.
Really, there were all kinds of people.
After tidying up the kitchen, Zhao Ran used a stick to beat the dust off the mattress, then spread the quilt back out. She laid a new bedsheet on the kang, put a thin quilt into its cover, and told Ma Xuehua to help watch the child for a while—she was going back to rest.
Seeing Zhao Ran’s pale face, Ma Xuehua quickly said, “Go, go.”
Zhao Ran returned to her room. Ma Xuehua called the child outside so Zhao Ran could rest quietly.
Lying on the kang, Zhao Ran felt completely drained. Subconsciously, she opened her Kongjian to look for something to eat, but when she opened it, she was stunned.
No way—her Kongjian had previously been just a “warehouse,” but now it had actually become alive! Moreover, with a single thought, Zhao Ran realized she could now enter the Kongjian. Previously, she hadn’t been able to enter it at all!
Although the Kongjian wasn’t large now, it not only had a Yaotian but also a thatched hut and a well.
Zhao Ran remembered that before she left the hospital, her Kongjian was still a “warehouse” and didn’t look like this. What had happened after that?
Suddenly, Zhao Ran thought of the bracelet. She remembered that in the novel, after Yang Jianjun married the female lead and Old Mrs. Yang died, the bracelet ended up in the female lead’s hands. Then, the female lead accidentally activated the Kongjian.
At that time, it happened to be during a crisis at the food factory, and the female lead used the Kongjian to help Yang Jianjun overcome the crisis.
The two of them had even talked about the bracelet. It wasn’t a family heirloom of the Yang family but something Old Mrs. Yang had picked up during the turbulent years when someone’s home was in chaos. Coincidentally, she had picked up the very one the female lead’s family had lost.
So when the Kongjian was activated, it was filled with all kinds of treasures. The female lead sold the items from the Kongjian, allowing Yang Jianjun to buy the food factory and eventually establish the Yang Family Food Factory. This also laid the foundation for the female lead’s son to build a business empire later on.
Wait, why did the female lead get all kinds of treasures when she activated the Kongjian, while Zhao Ran only got a Yaotian? Did the bracelet recognize bloodlines?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ran felt a bit guilty. It seemed she had accidentally stolen the female lead’s Jinshouzhi.
When she saw the bracelet at the time, she didn’t know why, but her hand instinctively reached for it. Of course, she only felt a twinge of guilt, not regret. The thought that the Yang family owed the original owner a life made even that trace of guilt vanish from Zhao Ran’s heart.
All that remained was the excitement of her Kongjian leveling up.
Although her Kongjian didn’t contain the treasures found in the female lead’s Kongjian, the current Kongjian was far better than before. Or rather, they were simply incomparable. Zhao Ran was content with that.
Thinking about how the water in other people’s Kongjian had unique properties, Zhao Ran couldn’t help but go to the well, draw a bucket of water, and take a couple of sips. Hmm, it was very cold. No other sensations whatsoever.
Then she looked at the Yaotian, and this glance left Zhao Ran utterly dumbfounded. The medicinal herbs planted in the Yaotian made the corners of her mouth twitch involuntarily.
Simply because these herbs were precisely the raw materials for making Zhuangyangwan.
As for what Zhuangyangwan was? It was commonly known as “Viagra.”
That’s right, Zhao Ran’s previous life of dealing with hospitals was actually her selling “Zhuangyangwan” with her grandfather. Later, after her grandfather passed away, Zhao Ran didn’t have a medical license and was no longer qualified to sell the medicine.
So she started selling weight-loss pills instead.
And why did she travel everywhere? Of course, it was to hit and run—sell in one place and move to another.
Though life was tough, ever since her previous life, Zhao Ran had felt that making money was really easy. The money from men seeking virility and women trying to lose weight was practically handed to her. It was just that regulations later became so strict that she ended up selling both formulas.
The money she had might not guarantee riches for several lifetimes, but at the very least, she could eat, drink, and enjoy herself for the rest of her life without worry.
So, what was the meaning of these medicinal herbs in the Kongjian? Did it want her to “return to her old trade”? That wasn’t impossible either.
Wait, now wasn’t the time to think about this. She needed to figure out whether she could actually go back. What if she did?
With these thoughts, Zhao Ran’s earlier excitement faded, and the exhaustion in her body washed over her again. Without another thought for the Kongjian, she went out and lay down on the kang, falling asleep immediately.
When Zhao Ran woke up, it was already past five in the afternoon. It was summer, and clothes dried quickly. When Zhao Ran came out, Ma Xuehua was collecting her dried clothes. She hurriedly said:
“Sister-in-law, you’ve already done enough washing the clothes. Let me handle the rest.”
Ma Xuehua waved her hand: “It’s fine. You’re still very weak, so it’s just a small favor. Once you’re better, I won’t come over anymore.”
Zhao Ran felt genuinely grateful: “Thank you, sister-in-law.”
At that moment, the original owner’s three daughters saw that she was up and hurried over, tilting their heads up with eager, hungry expressions: “Mom, we’re hungry.”
It had already been a week since she arrived in this world, and Zhao Ran was starting to lose hope about going back. But as for these three children, Zhao Ran truly didn’t know how to accept them, at least not right away.
She had never married in her previous life, let alone understood how to be a mother—no, how to be a mother to three daughters.
For now, she could only brace herself and carry on.
“Hungry? Wait here, I’ll start the fire and cook.”
The chicken she had slaughtered was still in the kitchen. Zhao Ran prepared it, stewed it directly, and rolled out some noodles. For dinner, they had chicken noodle soup.
After all, as someone who had wandered and traveled everywhere, she knew how to make simple meals. At the very least, the three children ate until their mouths were shiny with oil.
After dinner, Zhao Ran boiled more water. Since it wasn’t cold bathing outside in summer, she simply set down the dining table at home and bathed the three children one by one. After washing them, she had them stand on the dining table, waiting until they were dried off and dressed in clean clothes before putting on their shoes and letting them return to their room.
Afterward, she closed the kitchen door, brought the hot water into Kongjian, and gave herself a quick wipe-down. Instantly, Zhao Ran felt much more relaxed.