She Only Cares About Cultivation

Leaving their Liujiatun, she switched to a better quality, lighter to ride, 28-style bicycle.

This time, she chose to wander around the entire province, mainly because winter is long, so she would go wherever the roads take her.

The stamp on the introduction letter was too easy for her; as long as she had a radish and ink paste, it was OK. Her handwriting was comparable to printed text.

So with a blank introduction letter, she could go wherever she wanted, couldn’t she?

To the outside, she said she was seeking roots, wanting to find her mother.

With this reason, neither the village chief nor the secretary had anything to say. Ever since An Yi arrived, they knew she hadn’t found her mother yet.

So, taking advantage of the winter to go out and search wasn’t unthinkable.

"I won’t go far, just around our Hei Province, to see if I can find any clues."

With this reason, she easily departed, while Qiuxia and Caihua, taking care of the children, also went around collecting firewood.

Before leaving, she stocked the cellar with enough coarse grains, fine grains, sweet potatoes, potatoes, vegetables, An’an’s milk powder, eggs, cured meat, and sausages — enough for two or three months without any problem.

"I’ll try to come back before the end of the year, take good care of the children, and I’ll bring you some tasty treats when I return."

An Yi stayed in the nearby Dingyuan County for four days. Besides selling soap and eggs, she also sold her homemade frozen yogurt and frozen cheese — mainly because the space had too much milk stored, as they ate well.

With just her and An’an drinking, they couldn’t finish it all, and it shouldn’t be wasted, so yogurt and cheese became the best snack treats.

Because in this era, resources were scarce. Apart from grains and vegetables, people’s supplement of meat protein was nearly zero. Dairy products were even more expensive, and only households with newborns could buy milk powder. Without a ticket, you couldn’t even buy it; even with a ticket, if you didn’t have enough money, it wouldn’t reach your mouth.

An Yi didn’t exchange these foods for hyperinflated money. What would she do with piles and piles of money? Cause unnecessary trouble for herself?

The more money accumulated, the more time she would need to exchange it later. If it expired, it might not be exchanged at all. What’s the point? Just to stack money as enough weight?

So she used these materials to exchange for jade, silver, antiques, and other collectible items.

To ensure enough to eat and drink in winter, the grains (various coarse grains, sweet potatoes, potatoes), snacks (cheese, peanuts, soybeans), dried goods (tofu skin, kelp, glass noodles), eggs, fruits, and vegetables preserved by various methods were not only easy to sell but also demanded by people offering to buy them; business was booming.

Because of this, she accumulated quite a bit of solid goods, in addition to gold and silver jewelry, there was also some high-quality furniture wood.

When hungry, who cares if it’s worth money or not, as long as you can exchange it for food, and can get quite a bit. Most would go home to find something, then bring it to An Yi, letting her confirm the quality of the items, whether they were worth selling; some silver jewelry was blackened, looking filthy, she honestly didn’t want to exchange them, but seeing the elderly person was too pitiful, she reluctantly gave half a jin of millet, three jin of dried sweet potato, and three jin of dried vegetables.

Everything was about luck; when lucky, she could receive red sandalwood. When unlucky, it might be a whole day of twisted and cracked fruits, but she wasn’t foolish; encountering such, she’d directly refuse to accept and refuse to sell.

The little baby in the space was right under her eyes, occasionally looking at him, and when he cried, she’d find an opportunity to go in, pick him up, soothe him, feed him, change his diaper, whatever was needed. Anning was born on the fifteenth day of the ninth lunar month, now more than two months old. As nutrition caught up, his skin and little plumpness were like steamed bread, soft, white, and tender, becoming increasingly like An Ran.

However, compared to good baby An Ran, this one had a slightly bad temper; she felt a bit like the Qian Family. Luckily, they all looked like Mom, cute and beautiful.

Speaking of the child’s mom, An Yi couldn’t help feeling regret. Such a good woman, to have kids for such a family, and ending up with such a tragic outcome; sometimes she really wanted to ask women, why get married? What is the purpose of marriage? Having a child is like walking the circle of hell’s gate, and if you encounter a good family, you’re blessed, but meeting selfish and biased ones, this lifetime is over.

After coaxing the child to sleep, she continued to go out for business. But this time, she unexpectedly encountered a familiar face. However, this acquaintance seemed not to be doing well at all, actually bringing out his pocket watch to exchange for food with her, and the person in front of her, where was the bold and youthful spirit of those years? He had become a prematurely aged old man, bent over, with stubble all over his face, despite being 1.85 meters tall with a strong presence, now walking hunched over?