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

Yang Fenglan ran and hid all night in her dream, and when she opened her eyes in the morning, her whole body ached indescribably.

I didn't sleep well, I have a splitting headache, and I feel listless.

Using the leftover chicken broth from last night, Yang Fenglan cooked rice porridge and sent it to Zhou Jingyi. She also soaked a bowl of red beans, said goodbye to Shen Yu, and then carried honeysuckle out the door.

On market days, some villagers would take the things they had saved up at home to sell in the town or county.

Most of them get up at the first crow of the rooster, pack their things, and walk through the night to set up a stall on the street.

Even in freezing weather, they will get up early.

—Without clocks, we didn't know the time; we just saw others going out on the street and had to follow suit.

Sometimes it's already past midnight when you get out onto the street, and you still have to brave the cold wind and wait for dawn.

Arriving early is simply to secure a good spot, sell out quickly, and get home early to do other things.

People who don't sell things usually don't need to buy much, so they ask Gu Laosan to buy it for them, paying him a penny or two as a favor, so they don't have to run back and forth themselves.

Yang Fenglan sells honeysuckle and plans to sell it directly to the clinic, without setting up a stall or needing to get up early to reserve a spot.

When she arrived in the county, those who had come for the early market were already preparing to go home.

Yang Fenglan met Xu Yingying outside the county town gate.

Xu Yingying ran towards her excitedly and hugged her tightly, "I knew you would come!"

"So, you deliberately waited for me here?" Yang Fenglan raised an eyebrow.

When she left, she made a special detour to the Xu family's house, but she didn't see her best friend and didn't feel comfortable going to call her, so she left on her own.

"It wasn't on purpose that I waited." Xu Yingying took Yang Fenglan's hand and led her into the city. "You came on foot?"

"I left late and didn't encounter any oxcarts, so I had to walk."

“I also walked here. I was thinking of waiting for you on the way, but I was afraid you would arrive first.”

With the system in hand, I no longer need to keep an eye on Shen Yu, and we can finally go shopping together.

The two sisters linked arms and slipped into the crowd.

In the past, going shopping meant spending money.

Now, shopping is just browsing; I'm broke and can't bear to spend any money.

Their focus wasn't on the dazzling array of goods on the stall, but rather on the stall itself.

To live a good life, you have to make money.

They had no capital, so they could only try to make a living by starting small businesses.

After looking around, Xu Yingying looked dejected. "It's all over, Fenglan. I thought I could make clay sculptures to sell. But look at these straw weaving, bamboo weaving, and sugar painting techniques—aren't they all excellent intangible cultural heritage crafts?"

"My clay sculpting skills are so basic, they're nothing to brag about."

"Clay sculpture?" Yang Fenglan recalled that Xu Yingying had once climbed over the wall to enter the art college in order to pursue a sunny and handsome college student, and had taken a clay sculpture class with that college student.

At that time, Yang Fenglan even scolded her for not being a virtuous woman.

Unexpectedly, they could never go back.

“Selling clay sculptures is an option; it doesn’t require any investment. I have a plan, and we might be able to give it a try. If it doesn’t sell, we can think of other businesses,” Yang Fenglan said.

"Really? Do you have any good ideas?"

"Come with me to sell honeysuckle first."

After the first batch of honeysuckle was dried, there was only a small half bag, about four or five pounds.

It's not heavy, but I feel more at ease if I exchange it for cash sooner and put it in my pocket.

On the way to the clinic, Yang Fenglan shared her thoughts.

"Although our skills are not as good as those of the old craftsmen, we can work on the design."

"Style? You mean that kind?" Xu Yingying pointed to the stall next to her, where several wooden animal carvings were displayed.

A fierce tiger, a soaring eagle.

vivid.

Yang Fenglan: "Sister, you need to have a correct understanding of your own level."

"..." Xu Yingying was speechless for a moment.

"Did you study in the Xiao family? Did Journey to the West exist in this dynasty?"

“Yes, but not many people know about it. I’ve got it!” Xu Yingying suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “For example, I can create a character like Tang Sanzang and his disciples, then package the story and sell it. Besides Journey to the West, there are also fairy tales and such.”

“Yes!” Yang Fenglan snapped her fingers. “Speaking of selling stories, I’ve thought of another way to make money that’s perfect for you.”

"What method? Tell me quickly!"