Chapter 7: Tragic Woman 7

Chapter 7: Tragic Woman 7

Yuan Chun finally ate the food she had been longing for.

She tasted a flavor she hadn't had in a long time.

In truth, the wild vegetable cakes weren't delicious; they were bitter and stuck in the throat, but Yuan Chun ate them with great relish, feeling that the wild vegetable cakes were much tastier than the mutant beast meat.

After the meal, Liu Qingqiu urged her daughter, "Yuan Chun, bring your small clothes over for Mother to wash, then go accompany your father to weave baskets."

"I know, Mother."

Feng Yuan Chun wasn't full, so she ran to the kitchen in frustration and drank two large bowls of water to fill her stomach with liquid.

Coming out of the kitchen, Yuan Chun asked 007 gloomily, "007, can the system space store the items I collect in the small worlds?"

"Host, yes, it can even keep them fresh."

Hearing this, the corners of Yuan Chun's mouth curled up happily. "007, once the policies change in the future, I must go into business and earn a lot of money to collect plenty of food, so that I won't go hungry when I go to the next small world."

"Host, the system mall sells grain."

"There's a system mall too?" Yuan Chun sat down, grabbed a vine, and while slowly weaving a small basket according to the original host's memories, she snapped at 007, "If there's a mall, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

007 felt wronged. "Host, items in the mall must be purchased with points. You don't have any points; even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to afford them."

Yuan Chun: "..."

Too poor.

It was a blow to her self-esteem.

With a gust of wind, Yuan Chun blew 007 into a corner and buried her head in weaving baskets.

After dinner, the Feng family would always gather together to weave some baskets or winnowing trays. On the first day of every month, they would take them to the village market five miles away from Feng Village to exchange them for daily necessities.

Yuan Chun didn't know how to weave herself, but with the original host's memories, her movements became skillful after a few tries.

"Big Sister, I don't know how to weave. Can you teach me?" Only six years old, Feng Yuanling dragged over a small stool and sat beside Yuan Chun.

In her small hands, she held a thin willow branch.

Yuan Chun glanced at her and said, "Weaving baskets requires strength. You don't have much strength, so you can't do it."

"I have a lot of strength!" Feng Yuanling pouted, very unconvinced. "I can even carry a full basket of pig fodder on my back."

Feng Yuanling was the daughter of the Feng family's third branch and the youngest child of the Feng family.

Grandma Feng had only given birth to three sons and had no daughters. The original host's father was the second son, and the original host was the eldest daughter. Below her was a fifteen-year-old younger sister, Feng Yuanzhen, and a twelve-year-old younger brother, Feng Guokang.

The first branch had two sons, Feng Guoping and Feng Guoan.

Feng Guoping had married before the year began, taking Ding Chunli as his wife.

Feng Guoan was twenty and hadn't settled on a wife yet.

The third branch had two sons and one daughter: Feng Guoqiang, Feng Guojian, and Feng Yuanling.

In the previous life, when the original host was arrested, Ding Xiaotao, fearing being implicated, coerced and enticed Old Third Feng into taking the three children to settle at Ding Xiaotao's mother's house, severing all ties with the Feng family.

When Grandma Feng died, Old Third Feng never even returned.

"Yuanling, don't disturb your big sister's weaving. Come help Mother pick wild vegetables; Mother will make wild vegetable pancakes for you tomorrow morning," Ding Xiaotao called out.

"Wild vegetable pancakes aren't tasty, I'm sick of eating them," Feng Yuanling curled her lip. "I want to learn to weave baskets to take to town to exchange for fruit candies."

Ding Xiaotao laughed out of anger. "You greedy thing, you can't even get enough to eat and you still want fruit candies? Do you know how expensive candy is? You certainly have quite the imagination."

"Next time the eldest goes to the market, exchange a few pieces of fruit candy to sweeten the children's mouths," Grandma Feng suddenly said.

It wasn't that she was spoiling the children, but rather that she understood the principle that if you want a horse to run, you must let the horse eat grass.

(End of Chapter)