She Only Cares About Cultivation

Being accustomed to coming and going alone, and living at the west end of the village, she seldom interacted with the village women. Naturally, no one disturbed her life, and compared to the hard lives of the common people, her life was much more comfortable.

The bedding she used was all from before. Though a bit tattered, it was very clean. She particularly loved airing her quilt. As soon as the sun came out, she would take her quilt outside to air it, and when she slept at night, the smell of mites mixed with sunshine brought her a kind of perverse pleasure.

Breakfast was simply a bowl of boiled milk with two eggs cracked into the pot; she didn’t eat any other staple food.

After breakfast, she would carry a hoe to work in the field. Her two acres of land were right in front of her house, very close, and considered good fields. She found rice farming troublesome, so she planted corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, peanuts, sesame, soybeans, these easy-to-manage crops. With such a variety, she divided each acre into three types. Since she was the only one eating, a little harvest of each was enough. She didn’t need to pay taxes because she was a martyr’s orphan and received special privileges from the government, which was also related to her submitting gold bars.

Basically, whatever the land produced, she could harvest, and many in the village envied her good life. As for her background, many people were unclear, though the village chief knew a little, but only confined to the four words ’martyr’s orphan’. Because of these four words, the jealousy and resentment in the village weren’t very significant.

Besides planting in the field at the front door, she also planted a lot of vegetables around her house, ensuring no land was left idle. When she faced shortages, she didn’t talk about it, but when the vegetables ripened, she would pickle them into sauerkraut. If there was any surplus, she would give it to friendly people.

Back in Japan, she had secured quite a bit of rice, and it tasted good, so even if she didn’t grow rice, the space didn’t lack it. She could grow herself, and had accumulated quite a lot. Every noon, she steamed a bowl, stir-fried some vegetables, made some soup, and after filling up, she used vegetable leaves stripped from the space, bran ground from grain skins, and a small amount of mixed grain noodles, mixed together, to feed the chickens and dogs.

Although the food didn’t seem as good as hers, it was pretty decent given the circumstances, fortunately she lived alone. If she lived with others, they would definitely scold her for wasting resources, because when there was more milk than she could drink, she used it for bathing. After soaking, she fed it to chickens, ducks, and dogs. She didn’t waste even a bit, although she didn’t dare soak every day, fearing a guilty conscience.

So she turned surplus milk into cheese and yogurt, saved it, waiting for the right opportunity to sell, which was also an income source.

Thanks to the good grass in the space, packed with Spiritual Energy, and many plant stalks, chickens, ducks, geese, cows, pigs, even if she didn’t feed them grain, they could be full just eating those.

She didn’t mention selling vegetables and fruits to the mall, which were sold along with vines. The vegetables and fruits she ate herself, the stripped vegetable leaves, and vines, were basically all disposed of for the space’s livestock and poultry, making it a cycle with no waste.

At night, she typically ate egg noodles, vegetarian noodles, steamed potatoes or sweet potatoes, made a cold dish, or when improving the meal, stewed a chicken, stuck some flatbread, and such. Stewing once would last a day, and fortunately, she was far from the village, the smell wouldn’t spread too far.

Therefore, when others lived bitter lives, their faces all sallow and emaciated, Yishui was thankful for her physique that couldn’t get fat, though, eating more, working more, consuming more, she wouldn’t get fat. As long as she didn’t work or had insufficient activity during the day, she restrained herself from eating or eating less at night.

From her figure, it was hard to tell the difference, but her overall complexion couldn’t compare to others. Fortunately, she wore a mask, waxy and yellow, making it hard for others to see.

Yishui hid herself well, lived a good little life, but wasn’t always safe. Being a woman who had been through war, in others’ eyes, carried the label of ’comfort woman’. In a village with many bachelors, at night, if it weren’t for the dog Nut’s barking to remind her, her house might have been raided countless times.

Luckily, Nut was clever and wouldn’t eat anything other than the food she fed, not greedy at all. Actually, she thought he looked down on the food the people brought that was spiked. During the day, she didn’t go anywhere other than her own field or house, giving people no chance to approach her. At night, when everything was silent, the dog barking scared them till their courage vanished completely. It had been more than half a year since she moved here, and these men hadn’t managed to face her. It showed how well she trained Nut to be formidable.