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

Yang Fenglan and Xu Yingying often said that they hoped their best friend would become rich and support them, but in reality, they hoped that they would be the ones to become rich first.

Then you can use money to bribe the other person and make them call you "daddy" every day.

Furthermore, the chances of two people getting rich are greater if they both work hard than if only one person works hard.

So, Xu Yingying was not idle during this time.

Besides fighting at home, he's also trying to figure out ways to make money.

Upon hearing Yang Fenglan say that she had a way to make money, he immediately became impatient and said, "Stop keeping me in suspense, tell me quickly."

“You can write storybooks. You were raised in a wealthy family since you were a child, so it’s normal for you to be able to write. No one will doubt it.”

“I’ve thought about it, but even the cheapest set of writing brush and ink costs more than one tael of silver.” Xu Yingying looked dejected. “The few sets of clothes I brought from the Xiao family were just clothes that the Xiao family gave me to save face.”

"They're all worthless, so we can't sell them. As for the jewelry, forget about it. We were robbed of our real heiress right from the start, so we don't have any capital to do this."

"Don't be discouraged." Yang Fenglan patted her shoulder. "Once I make money, I'll be your investor. We must make a name for ourselves in the ancient literary world! In the future, you will be the famous talented woman Xu Yingying, and I will be the woman behind you who helps you succeed."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yang, please make your fortune quickly."

"It'll be quick. With the system in hand, why worry about money?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Putting aside the question of whether I'll become rich overnight, my current wish is simply to get through this famine peacefully.

As we spoke, we arrived at the clinic, a small clinic that was packed with people.

Xu Yingying sighed, "I should have studied medicine instead."

Yang Fenglan waited for half an hour in the backyard of the clinic to communicate with the waiter before the manager, who could make the decision, finally arrived.

The shopkeeper is also a doctor; he's been busy dispensing medicine for patients.

He glanced at it casually and said, "Your honeysuckle is of medium quality. I'll give it to you for fifteen coins a pound."

Fifteen, which was far below Yang Fenglan's expectations.

"Shopkeeper, look at the quality. This is the first batch of wild flowers. I only pick the best ones. This quality is worth at least 25 coins, if not 30."

"We're only picking the first flush of flowers now. If they weren't the first flush, they'd only be worth ten coins a pound," the shopkeeper said, shaking his head, looking pessimistic.

Yang Fenglan chuckled, "Fifteen coins is really too low. Twenty-five is fine. If you'd like, I have plenty more at home that I can sell to you."

"Twenty-five?" The shopkeeper smirked and shook his head in refusal.

Yang Fenglan said, "The weather is so dry this year that even vegetables that are watered every day are not growing well. We have to rely on luck to find some herbs. If the shopkeeper only offers fifteen coins, then we can't do this business."

As she spoke, she tied up the burlap sack containing the honeysuckle, slung the basket over her shoulder, and said, "Yingying, let's go. It's not worth selling them. The weather's so dry. Let's take them back and let them sit for two months. Maybe the price will double then."

Seeing that the two were really about to leave, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, I'll give you twenty coins."

Yang Fenglan pretended not to hear.

Firstly, there's no need to rush to sell. In years of famine, even worthless wild vegetables can increase in price, let alone honeysuckle.

Secondly, she wanted to ask about prices at other pharmacies, and if the price couldn't be raised, she could just shamelessly come back later.

The shopkeeper chased after him into the backyard, saying helplessly, "Twenty-five it is. I'll take as many as you have at home, okay?"

Yang Fenglan winked at Xu Yingying and turned back to the backyard.

It weighed four and a half catties in total, and cost 112 coins.

"Come on, I'll treat you to noodles." Yang Fenglan patted her chest proudly as they left the clinic.

He stuffed a string of copper coins into his chest.

When ordinary farmers are working, their sleeves are usually narrow and without pockets. Many people like to stuff things directly into their clothes, which not only allows them to carry things but also makes them easy to take out.

Yang Fenglan was no exception.

I wanted to make myself a shoulder bag, but I was afraid someone would snatch it away, so I just put it in my arms.