My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

After processing what her best friend had said, Yang Fenglan also told her about her own situation, including how she had tricked Wang Guihua into watering her garden that morning.

"I need to go to the county to buy some things. Could you do me a favor later?" Yang Fenglan said.

"Going to the county? Do you want me to go with you?" Xu Yingying was worried that she might be in danger if she went alone.

"No need. Looking at your family's situation, if you go out with me again and someone sees you, the old woman will start causing trouble again." Yang Fenglan didn't want her best friend to get into trouble.

"Go check on my sister-in-law's watering progress for me. If she's slacking off, give her a nudge. She tricked the original owner of this body into doing a lot of things for free, and I have to get my revenge."

“Okay.” Xu Yingying agreed without hesitation.

"Also, if you have time, keep a close eye on Shen Yu. The book doesn't specify when she got the system, so we can only keep an eye on her."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on things, so you can go without worry." Xu Yingying patted her chest to assure her, "Be careful, come back early, and don't die out there leaving me all alone."

"Go away, go away, do you think saying such things is auspicious?"

Yang Fenglan led Xu Yingying to her land in the distance, pointing out to Wang Guihua who was carrying water, to introduce her to her, and then carried the water buckets home.

He changed into clean clothes, took the few copper coins he had, and headed to the county town.

The location of Qingshui Village forms a triangle with Qingshui Town and Qingyang County, and it is not much farther to the county than to the town.

Yang Fenglan chose to go to the county for two reasons: firstly, to get a comprehensive understanding of grain prices; and secondly, because the county has a large population and is a good place for development, she could take this opportunity to see if there were any business opportunities.

Although you have the original owner's memories, those are, after all, other people's perceptions and opinions. You still have to experience it yourself to truly understand this world.

On the way to the city, Yang Fenglan didn't encounter any oxcarts and walked for a full hour and a half before finally reaching the county.

It was noon, and I was tired, thirsty, and hungry.

If you want to drink water, you have to go to the tea stall and pay for it. If you want to eat a meat bun, it costs three coins each, and even if you buy two, you might not be full.

For Yang Fenglan, the best value for money was the vegetarian noodles at the noodle stall, a large bowl for eight coins, with soup included.

The noodles, seasoned only with oil and salt, looked bland and watery, without even chili peppers, but she still ate them with relish—during those few days at home, she hadn't seen a drop of oil, so this bowl of noodles was considered a treat.

After filling her stomach, Yang Fenglan strolled around the streets.

It wasn't market day, so there weren't many people on the street, but the selection of goods was quite comprehensive.

Yang Fenglan went to the butcher shop and asked about lard. Fatty pork was 30 coins a pound, and pork fat was 25 coins.

We can't afford it, we simply can't afford it.

I went to ask a few more grain shops, and it seems that the wheat harvest is almost here, so the grain prices are about the same as in the original owner's memory.

Coarse flour costs 35 coins per dou, refined flour costs 70 coins per dou, unpolished rice costs 40 coins per dou, refined rice costs 80 coins per dou, and millet is even cheaper, costing 25 coins per dou.

One dou of rice weighs approximately thirteen jin.

Yang Fenglan secretly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The author of this book at least had some conscience; he didn't write it like other novels, where a pound of rice or flour costs seven or eight coins, or even more than ten coins.

Otherwise, her meager savings wouldn't be enough to feed her family for even a few days.

Eighty coins, three coins were lost in the field, eight coins were spent on noodles, and sixty-nine coins are left.

After asking around, Yang Fenglan bought a peck of millet and a peck of brown rice, spending sixty-five coins in one go.

Only four coins remained.

The key issue is that the money was spent, but the amount of grain received was not much.

Yang Fenglan couldn't help but sigh again: It's too early to say, the price of grain is still too high.

After tossing the two small bags of grain into her basket, Yang Fenglan didn't linger and headed straight out of the city.

There are still two people at home waiting for dinner.

If she continues to starve her daughter-in-law, and she starts threatening divorce again, she'll have to lie... no, coax her.