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

As soon as it was light, Yang Fenglan got up, changed into her clothes for going into the mountains, and tightened the trouser legs and sleeves.

He then put Xu Yingying's share of money into his pocket, took out a string of one hundred coins and gave it to Zhou Jingyi, saying, "Jingyi, I'm going into the mountains again today. You stay home with your sister."

"Oh? I was just saying I was going to chop wood."

"Don't rush to chop firewood. Buy some to use first. If you have nothing to do, you can teach Jingwei to read."

Yang Fenglan filled a kettle with water and went out.

On the way, I bought five large steamed buns for five coins, ate one, and saved the remaining four for lunch.

When she met Xu Yingying, she had already dug up a large handful of shepherd's purse.

As soon as Yang Fenglan arrived, she gave her the sixty coins she had brought, saying, "The dendrobium sold for one hundred and eighty. You take one portion, I'll take one portion, and the other portion will be used to open the shop."

"Okay, thanks." Xu Yingying accepted the money without hesitation.

I never expected the Xu family to be so despicable.

Now that we've moved out, we only have a pitifully small amount of food at home. We need to buy everything we need, from pots and pans to tables and chairs, and everything costs money.

Perhaps because they had lived in Nanshan for more than half a year, the two of them were no longer as afraid of the deep, dense forest as they had been at the beginning.

Wherever you go, nothing grows out in a short time; each time you explore unfamiliar places little by little.

Long Aotian also found it novel, and with the two sisters constantly using PUA tactics on him, finding things became much more exciting.

For several days in a row, she made different gains every day. Yang Fenglan went to sell fresh medicinal herbs every day, which surprised the manager of Ping An Medical Hall.

"You didn't grow these yourself, did you?"

"In years of famine, where are the conditions for growing medicinal herbs?"

After selling the medicine and returning home, Yang Fenglan divided the money among herself.

Zhou Jingyi had already prepared the meal.

During the meal, Zhou Jingwei glanced at Yang Fenglan several times, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What do you want to say?" Yang Fenglan smiled gently at Zhou Jingwei. "In our family, there is freedom of speech. You can say whatever you want."

"Mom, what I wanted to say was, could you take me with you when you go out?" Zhou Jingwei blinked.

“That won’t do. I’m going into the mountains to find medicinal herbs; the roads are very difficult to travel.”

“I’ve been to the mountains before, I can walk there. Although I don’t know anything about medicinal herbs, I can help gather firewood. Buying firewood every day is just too expensive.”

When cooking, Zhou Jingwei was afraid to add firewood because he thought about how much money was being burned, which caused his brother to not be able to cook the rice properly.

I used to yearn for life in the city, thinking that there would be no shortage of food and everyone could dress smartly.

They actually went to the city, but they couldn't even bear to burn a single piece of firewood.

I didn't dare go out of town alone to gather firewood, and there was nowhere to dig for wild vegetables. I couldn't do anything at all, and it was truly agonizing.

Zhou Jingwei wanted to do something to help his mother.

Not only her, but Zhou Jingyi was also incredibly bored.

He only knew a few words, but Jingwei had already learned them long ago—Xu Yingying had taught several children on the mountain, and Jingwei now knew quite a few words.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of work to be done. Once I get some more money to open the shop, you'll be busy," Yang Fenglan reassured her.

Zhou Jingwei pouted, "But right now we're all just eating for free."

"I'm happy to let you eat your fill without any worries," Yang Fenglan stated.

That's what they said, and Zhou Jingyi and Zhou Jingwei knew that their mother wouldn't dislike them, but they still wanted to do something.

Yang Fenglan had no choice but to give her some more money. "Well then, tomorrow your brother will take you to buy some fabric so you can learn to make clothes at home. From now on, our family's clothes will all depend on you."

“Okay!” Having something to do gives Zhou Jingwei a sense of value, and he happily accepted the money.