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

Zhou Jingyi invited some respected people in the village, including Gu Tongsheng.

The fact that Xu rented the house and land to the Xu family has been stated, and there are witnesses to prove it. It is now a done deal, completely cutting off the Zhou family's path to seizing the house and land.

Xu Yingying's family also completely severed ties with the Xu family.

When the Xu family saw that the group had not only found a place to go but also had food to eat, they were extremely reluctant.

However, Xu Yingying didn't care what others thought. Right now, her home had nothing but simple cooking utensils and a few bowls. Making money was the most important thing.

The next day, just as dawn broke, she took a sickle, slung a basket over her shoulder, and headed to Nanshan.

The sickle, kitchen knife, and basket in the house were the ones we received when we ate separately back then.

Yang Fenglan came from the city, a long journey, so Xu Yingying first went to find wild vegetables at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, where they had agreed to meet.

She's been in this world for almost a year now, and she's learned to recognize quite a few wild vegetables.

When Yang Fenglan arrived, Xu Yingying had already picked a large handful of wild celery.

This area at the foot of Nanshan Mountain was trampled flat by the surrounding villagers last year. Apart from some newly grown greenery, there is nothing worth digging for.

Both of them went to the deepest part of the forest, trying to explore areas that hadn't been developed by others.

Long Aotian was also ordered around everywhere.

After walking for an hour, they hadn't found anything of value. Herbs, on the other hand, were everywhere, the very common kind that cost a few or a dozen coins a pound, but Yang Fenglan didn't even bother to look at them.

Once you've had something good, who would want something bad?

Long Aotian roared quite a bit.

If you don't like the inferior stuff, then go and make the good stuff.

"What good stuff?" Yang Fenglan asked.

"Musk is good enough and expensive enough, isn't it?"

Xu Yingying looked bewildered. "The word 'musk' sounds very familiar. Where can I get it?"

Yang Fenglan remained expressionless. "An adult male musk deer, after its scent sac is removed and dried, yields only a few grams."

"If it's measured in grams, it must be very expensive, right?"

"Top-grade spices, one gram of which could be enough for us to eat and drink for ten years."

"Hiss!" Xu Yingying gasped, knowing that musk was expensive, but she didn't know it was this expensive. "Master Long, can you find some forest musk?"

Long Aotian then began the search.

Yang Fenglan sighed, "Be honest, hunting without permission is a capital offense. Only royal hunters are allowed to hunt."

There's money in the forest. So many people make a living by hunting, don't they know to go and collect it?

There weren't many treasures; after searching for half a day, they only managed to get a basket of dendrobium.

“We should have gone to look for it when we were on the mountain,” Xu Yingying complained.

Yang Fenglan nodded in agreement.

At that time, I was afraid that wild animals would attack people if they were extremely hungry, and I was also afraid that too many traces of my tracks would be discovered, so I dared not go down the mountain.

I felt uneasy on the mountain back then, but now that it's all in the past, looking back, I can't help but blame myself for not trying harder.

"Sell these dendrobiums first, and continue searching tomorrow?"

"Row."

Xu Yingying had no objection.

After descending the mountain, everyone went home.

Yang Fenglan rushed in before the city gate was closed.

They went straight to the clinic to sell dendrobium.

The price would be slightly higher for the processed version, but she urgently needed the money and didn't have time to process it slowly.

This batch of dendrobium, including some expensive varieties, sold for a total of 180 wen.

When she got home, Yang Fenglan strung the money back together and divided it into three portions, each containing sixty coins.

"Mother, why are you stringing them like this? Wouldn't it be easier to count them at twenty or fifty coins a string?" Zhou Jingwei asked curiously.

“This money was earned by you, Sister Yingying, and me together, so she should get a share.”

"One for her, one for you, and there's one left here."

"This will serve as our start-up capital for the shop."