Yuan Chun finally ate the food she had been longing for.
She savored the long-lost taste.
In fact, the wild vegetable bun wasn't delicious, it was bitter and got stuck in the throat, but Yuan Chun ate it with relish, thinking it was much better than Mutant Beast Meat.
After the meal, Liu Qingqiu urged her daughter, "Yuan Chun, bring your little clothes for me to wash, and you go help your dad with the basket weaving."
"Okay, Mom."
Feng Yuanchun wasn't full, so she sulkily ran to the kitchen and drank two big bowls of water to fill her stomach with water.
Coming out of the kitchen, Yuan Chun asked 007 gloomily, "007, can the System Space store the items I collect in the small world?"
"Host, it can, and it can also preserve freshness."
Hearing this, Yuan Chun's lips turned up happily, "007, once the policy changes in the future, I must go into business, make lots of money, store plenty of food, so I won't starve in the next small world."
"Host, the System Mall has food for sale."
"There's even a System Mall?" Yuan Chun sat down, pulled over a vine, and while slowly weaving a small basket following the original owner's memory, she angrily said to 007, "Since there's a mall, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
007 replied aggrievedly, "Host, items in the mall require points to purchase, you don't have points, even if I told you, you couldn't afford it."
Yuan Chun: "..."
Too poor.
Too hurtful to the ego.
Yuan Chun, full of pent-up anger, shoved 007 into a corner and buried herself in weaving baskets.
After dinner, the Feng family would gather to make some baskets and sieves, which they would take to the market five miles away in Feng Family Village on the first day of every 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 proficient after a few tries.
"Big sister, I can't weave, can you teach me how?" The six-year-old Feng Yuangling moved a small stool and sat next to Yuan Chun.
In her little hands, she held a thin willow twig.
Yuan Chun glanced at her and said, "Weaving baskets takes strength, you don't have enough strength to do it."
"I have lots of strength," Feng Yuangling pouted, very unconvinced, "I can carry a basket full of pigweed."
Feng Yuangling was the daughter of the Feng family's third house, and also the youngest child of the Feng family.
Grandma Feng only had three sons, no daughters. The original owner's father was the second oldest, and the original owner was the eldest daughter, with a fifteen-year-old sister Feng Yuanzhen and a twelve-year-old brother Feng Guokang below her.
The first house had two sons, Feng Guoping and Feng Guo'an.
Feng Guoping got married at the end of last year, marrying Ding Chunli.
Feng Guo'an is twenty years old and hasn't yet settled on a wife.
The third house has two sons and one daughter, Feng Guoqiang, Feng Guojian, and Feng Yuangling.
In the previous life, when the original owner was arrested, Ding Xiaotao, fearing being implicated, coerced the Third Feng to take the three children and move to Ding Xiaotao's mother's house, severing ties with the Feng family.
When Grandma Feng passed away, Third Feng never returned.
"Yuangling, don't disturb your big sister's weaving, come help mom pick wild vegetables, I'll make wild vegetable pancakes for you in the morning," Ding Xiaotao called out.
"Wild vegetable pancakes are not tasty, I'm tired of them," Feng Yuangling pouted, "I want to learn how to weave baskets, take them to town to exchange for sweets."
Ding Xiaotao, amused and angry, said, "You greedy little thing, we can't even have enough to eat, and you want sweets? Sweets are expensive, you dream big, don't you."
"Next time the eldest goes to the market, exchange a few fruit candies for the kids," Grandma Feng suddenly said.
She didn't spoil the children, but she understood if you want the horse to run, you have to let the horse eat grass.