Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

"Mother, I'm not sleepy!" Nian'er obediently shook her head.

Seeing that Shang Qing seemed to want to reach for the teapot on the table, she went over and grabbed it first: "Mother, sit down and rest for a while, I'll go boil some water!"

Without waiting for Shang Qing to say anything, he dashed out in a flash.

Shang Qing was stunned. She was too well-behaved. How could her daughter be so well-behaved?

They're not just well-behaved, they're practically a treasure!

With hot water available, the first step was to prepare formula for the little girl.

Having never been in a relationship since her previous life, she really wouldn't have been able to get started if it weren't for the instructions on the baby formula packaging.

"Mother, is this also a gift from the gods?" Nian'er asked eagerly.

Shang Qing blinked. The excuse of being a deity seemed to be quite versatile.

"Yes, but Nian'er, things given by immortals are too precious. To outsiders, they are rare commodities. So you must not tell others easily, otherwise, thieves will covet them."

Nian'er rested her chin on her hands, watching her little sister gulp down milk powder. She unconsciously licked her upper lip and asked softly, "A rare commodity? What does that mean?"

Shang Qing patiently explained, "This means that if others think you have something very valuable, those with bad intentions will try every means to take advantage of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Nian'er's big, longing eyes in the dim light.

The children were pitiful; they were hungry and cold, and they couldn't even read.

They should be well-fed, warmly clothed, literate, and knowledgeable.

These things need to be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

So what if she doesn't have a husband? Does she think that a highly educated woman like her can't survive?

She not only wants to live, but also to raise her three daughters and live beautifully!

"Are there any more bowls and chopsticks? Go get a few." Shang Qing patted the milk powder can.

The aroma is so enticing, it must be making my mouth water.

Anyway, it's not like we can't eat baby formula. We can just give it to our daughters once or twice a day to help them get better.

When we have more money later, we'll find a way to supplement their nutrition.

Pan'er is also a little glutton. She was sleeping soundly, but the increasingly strong smell of milk powder woke her up.

"Come over and have a drink." Shang Qing beckoned.

It's unclear whether it's the original owner's maternal instincts at play or she's just too gentle, but now her speech and actions are so gentle they're almost frightening.

Whatever.

Survival comes first; nothing else matters!

While drinking milk powder, Pan'er asked where these things came from. Nian'er, being clever, took the initiative to explain to Pan'er and even imitated her, carefully reminding her that "rare goods are worth hoarding," which scared Pan'er so much that she wished she could sew her mouth shut.

Judging from the looks of it, they definitely won't tell anyone.

This saved Shang Qing the trouble of giving instructions.

What she cared about more was how to use the limited resources to keep herself and her children alive...

There were eleven bottles left in a case of beer, and it was still unknown what price Liu Bazi could negotiate.

She wasn't worried about not being able to sell them.

I exchanged a pound of rice earlier, which is enough to feed three mouths, and I estimate it will only last for a day or two.

The baby only needs milk, but it will probably only last for two or three days.

With only three copper coins left, they could barely survive for a few more days, and if everyone ate less, they'd only have seven or eight days left to live...

We can only rely on those eleven beers!

Actually, it would be good to do a large-scale beer business.

But this is ancient times, and producing too much at once would look too fake, making it hard not to attract attention.