After Wang Shi left, Hua Wanxi carefully observed the room.
It was a dilapidated earthen house. Apart from the room she was currently lying in, there was only a kitchen next door. The furnishings inside were extremely simple—a bed, a table, two stools, and a cabinet. Inside the cabinet were two sets of clothes: one belonging to the original Hua Wanxi, and one belonging to her deceased husband.
Aside from that, there was nothing of value.
Poor. Extremely poor.
Hua Wanxi suddenly thought of something. Based on the original owner’s memories, she dug out all her hidden savings from under the bed and counted them. In total, she had 1 tael and 3 qian of silver, plus 33 copper coins.
With this little money, let alone raising two children, even supporting herself would be a struggle.
Now it was early winter, and the coming natural disaster would arrive in the summer of next year. She had only about half a year to prepare.
She needed to make money immediately.
If she was lucky enough to earn enough before the disaster struck, she could hire a carriage and leave early—there would be no need to follow the masses slowly on foot during the refugee journey. That would be far too exhausting.
But how could she earn money?
Farming was out of the question. Not only was she tied down with two infants, even if she weren’t, she didn’t know how to farm.
Sigh… life was exhausting.
Then she noticed a foul smell coming from her body. She had only changed her clothes after giving birth last night and hadn’t properly cleaned herself. She smelled terrible.
She suddenly missed her bathroom at home—her massage bathtub, her oversized sink, her beloved soaps.
The next second, her vision suddenly brightened.
She was back in her apartment bathroom.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
Hua Wanxi thought she had finally woken from a dream. Excited, she rushed to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face was still her own, but the clothes were no longer hers.
She was wearing an old dark-red cotton outfit—the one the original owner had worn when she got married.
Could it be… this was her golden finger?
She tried opening the bathroom door, but it wouldn’t budge.
So there really was only this bathroom?
Hua Wanxi muttered, “Exit!” and instantly returned to the shabby house. The two babies were still sleeping soundly on the bed.
Alright. It seemed this bathroom really was her transmigration cheat ability. Having it at all was already good enough—she was satisfied.
She re-entered the bathroom and quickly took a shower.
Her body was still in postpartum recovery, with lochia remaining. Fortunately, she had stocked more than ten packs of sanitary pads and disposable postpartum underwear in the bathroom cabinet. She took them out, dried near the window, changed into them, and felt much more secure.
Her bathroom was dry-wet separated, and the washing machine was placed in the dry area. She tossed her dirty clothes inside and pressed start. To her surprise, it actually began running.
There was electricity and running water in the bathroom. This was incredible.
At least for the coming famine next year, she wouldn’t have to worry about water.
Inside the bathroom, there was only a set of pajamas and a robe she had brought in earlier when bathing.
She put them on for now, but the modern style was too conspicuous to wear in that era. She would have to wait until the washing machine finished before changing back.
While waiting, she wandered around the bathroom, looking for anything she could take out.
Most of it was soap.
Hua Wanxi was an avid soap enthusiast. In her free time, she loved sitting at home listening to music while shaving bars of soap into fine flakes—it was extremely stress-relieving.
By the bathroom window, there was a nearly four-square-meter, half-height platform. All her soap stockpiles were placed there.