She Only Cares About Cultivation

Putting the child on the bed to let her sleep, and seeing that it’s still early, the tea eggs made yesterday have almost been soaked enough.

Externally made items placed in the space can stay fresh, while food made within the space not only stays fresh but can also undergo quality changes over time; however, this process is very slow. So she wouldn’t wait for the food to go bad before eating it, as the quality change in the space is based on an external 1, space 2 ratio.

In other words, 24 hours outside equals 50 hours in the space. Food made in the space naturally comes with Spiritual Energy, and in a space rich with Spiritual Energy, microorganisms are isolated, making mold and spoilage impossible. At most, it loses its initial freshness, but this change might not even be visible to the naked eye.

Therefore, the tea eggs made last night should indeed be flavorful today, rather than preserving in the same state they were made in.

Since it’s still early, it’s time to head to the bus and train station to shout around and see if anyone wants to buy.

She plans to sell them packaged, two thousand yuan for a tea egg, a salted duck egg, and as a bonus, a steamed potato.

The potatoes were also steamed yesterday, considering that one thousand yuan for a tea egg or a salted duck egg is a bit expensive. If she adds a fist-sized potato as a bonus, it’s not a loss, and it can fill a meal, achieving multiple goals in one go.

These potatoes are from last year’s planting, along with those she bought from all over the place over the years, with the exception of those produced in the space, which she reserves for her and her child to eat.

As for these eggs, they are sold after the ones raised at home are sold out. It’s only after years of earnings that she can sell those produced in the space. No matter what time, things from the space are the best.

Arriving at such places as bus and train stations, there are quite a few things being sold. Originally, she was thinking about how to call out, but seeing the situation, she boldly shouted.

"Tea eggs, salted duck eggs, delicious and affordable, with a steamed potato as a gift!"

This season, potatoes are still half-grown, so her shouting really attracted quite a few people to come and ask.

"Little girl, where did you get potatoes at this time of year?"

"Over here they’re not ripe, but they are in other places. Look at my tea eggs and salted duck eggs, how big they are. Two thousand yuan for two eggs, with a steamed potato as a gift, still warm, isn’t that a good deal?"

Usually, you can buy three or four eggs with one thousand yuan, or at most two duck eggs, and even those are raw. But now they’re cooked, flavorful, and brought to you with a steamed potato as a bonus. Honestly, the price is okay. If you can’t eat steamed buns, a potato with a salted duck egg will definitely be tasty.

Especially the salted duck eggs made by An Yi, they’re not overly salty. Those unbearably salty ones are inedible; hers is just right, marinated in the natural environment of the space, fresh and delicious, mainly because they ooze oil!

After handing her two thousand yuan, a diner eagerly opened and tasted them, unable to resist praising.

"Oh my, little sister, how did you make this duck egg so delicious? It’s not salty at all, look at this yolk oozing oil, it’s fragrant and absolutely delicious. And this tea egg, what tea was used to make it? The tea aroma is so rich, it’s making me slurp. Come on, give me another two thousand, no, give me eight thousand worth, yes eight thousand yuan, I’ll take it on the train, if it lasts until I get home, my child can try it too."

It’s equivalent to buying ten thousand yuan worth of her tea eggs, ten thousand yuan is five times two thousand, meaning a total of ten chicken and duck eggs, with five extra potatoes as a bonus.

She didn’t give more eggs, but she did stuff in a few extra potatoes, wrapped for him in oil paper. The brother weighed it and noticed something was off, looked down and then up again, gratefully.

"Little sister, thank you so much. Whenever I come here again, I’ll definitely support you."

This brother, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and carrying a handbag, looked like a traveling worker. She waved as he left, quickly preparing for the next wave of customers.

Generally, food that can be preserved for a long time is heavily salted. In this era, salt isn’t cheap, so often not enough salt is used, leading to food spoilage. The most painful time isn’t winter, but this current time of year when stocks are running low.

Although there are wild vegetables in the ground, and some sweet potato leaves to make do with, who doesn’t want to eat meat and eggs every day?

There are either those who need to take a long trip or are wanting to head home at the train station; regardless, they truly want to buy.

The earlier brother was eating as he walked; many people saw it. The key point is that you can’t buy potatoes anywhere else, and here they’re given as a gift.

Suddenly, she was surrounded closely. Poor people wouldn’t even inquire about what she was selling; only those with money in hand would circle around, asking left and right, proving they wanted to buy. As for the poor, they wouldn’t even glance, so An Yi’s continuous confirmation to give away potatoes led to non-stop business.

She kept selling until after two in the afternoon, by which time all the eggs, duck eggs, and potatoes she brought over were sold out. She didn’t count how much money she earned, but it was a lot.

Having just seized the lunchtime rush, now it’s two in the afternoon. Everyone who should have eaten has eaten, staying longer would just be wasting time.

So An Yi turned and headed to the nearby passenger station, preparing to take the bus back to the countryside.

Before getting on the bus, she put the bucket, money, and all into the space, seeing her daughter still asleep, she didn’t disturb her.

She caught the three o’clock bus, and the bus bumped along the dirt road for about three or four hours before finally reaching their town.

By this time, it was already five or six o’clock, and there was a bicycle in the space. Riding it for over half an hour could get her home, but how could she explain the origin of the bike?

She didn’t even have the courage to bring the bike out in town, because she might run into someone she knows, and then how would she explain?

With too many considerations, she simply gave up and relied on her two legs to walk. If she was lucky enough to encounter a production team’s ox cart on the way, she might be able to hitch a ride. But at this time, the prop doll would have to be held in her arms, for fear of running into acquaintances, and not being able to explain.