She Only Cares About Cultivation

However, the production team’s money won’t be given until the end of the year, so An Yi waved her hand in agreement. After getting the IOU written by the accountant, she left satisfied.

As for who transported that batch of fertilizer and whether there’s more to say, An Yi chose to ignore it all. If you have it, use it, if not, don’t bother thinking about it.

The fertilizer in the space took years to accumulate to these few tons. Next time? Who knows if it’ll be the Year of the Monkey or Month of the Horse!

The cabbages and radishes were planted after harvesting the eggplants, cucumbers, and green beans. Even if they were to be harvested, it would have to be before the winter snow. This was the latest batch harvested from their field.

The peanuts and potatoes are harvested first, followed by corn, soybeans, and sesame seeds in the same batch, and sweet potatoes before the cabbages and radishes. About four batches are needed to bring home everything planted in the private plot.

In September, the chilies were still producing. She only planted a few, but the harvested chilies were too many to eat. So, the last batch wasn’t picked, letting them dry naturally while the rest was put into the space, waiting to be dried to make chili oil or chili powder.

By October on the solar calendar, the school entered final exams, awaiting the start of vacation. The days became cooler, and her Little Anan had learned to walk. It was quite magical—originally crawling on the kang, she stood up by herself while crawling, smiled, and walked over to her with a wobbly little appearance, utterly healing.

This scene was deeply etched in her mind, and she even took out the camera to capture it.

She had seized quite a few cameras and rolls of film. She recorded every growth stage, though hadn’t the time to develop them, thinking she would wait a few more years, even as the era of film rolls is still early, these wouldn’t expire. If it came to it, she would find some materials herself to develop the photos.

Once the little one learned to walk, you began to realize it was easier when they couldn’t walk. She started dismantling the house, stuffing everything into her mouth, exploring and investigating. Everything was curious to her. If you weren’t watching, you might lose sight of her in a moment.

When she worked, she usually enclosed her in the space, but what was initially a small plot of grass has now expanded, carving out space enough for her to explore and potter around.

There were furniture at home, but the space grass was free reign. She specially dressed her in crawl suits made from torn adult clothes, throwing them aside when dirty, stained with grass bits and juice without needing further cleaning, stored up to see if there’s another use in the future, like making a mop or something.

One day, when she opened the door at the usual time, pushing the cart and preparing to go to work, she noticed a basket placed at the entrance, uncertain when it had been placed there. A faint moaning sound came from inside. Peering in, she found, oh my, it’s a child, frozen red all over, looking like it was only a few days old. How did this little face resemble An Ran when she was little?

"Teacher An, we saw it’s Old Lady from Qian Family who brought this over. Her daughter-in-law died in childbirth, and this one born is a daughter, the maternal family doesn’t want her, nor does the in-law’s house. Someone suggested to her to send the little one to you."

Even though it was early morning, the farmers rose early, many people witnessed this scene and explained it to An Ran.

Upon hearing it, An Ran was shocked: "Died?"

The person sighed: "Right? Died of childbirth, suggested caesarean surgery, but the in-law’s house refused, thinking it too costly. In the end, dragging on and on, the mother gathered all her strength to birth the child but died of massive bleeding herself. You tell me, this mother and daughter, how pitiful!"

An Yi: "..." What kind of people were they? Wang Hua was dead, yet they wouldn’t even want a child, instead sending her to An Yi?

It was unfair to the woman who desperately bore their child! Where was their conscience? Just because it was a daughter, they directly left her at her doorstep?

An Yi was a bit angry, but looking at the child’s face frozen red, and thinking of their mother, she looked at An Ran shouting "Mommy" in the bamboo basket behind, and then at the shivering newborn. She gritted her teeth and decided to take her home to tidy up first.

Even if it was a baby still in confinement, she took care of her skillfully, having had around twenty or so children pass through her hands.

She took both kids into the space, found all of An Ran’s baby mats, wraps, diapers, and other items, all cleaned before being stored in the space, so they were spotless, needing no airing or sterilization to be used.