I traveled back to ancient times, but I was able to lie down and relax.

Back home, it was time for the routine accounting. I had earned quite a bit today, but I spent even more. Just the two things I had made at Fang the carpenter's place cost 125 coins. The egg tray cost 15 coins, because although the materials were not much, the production process was still a bit complicated.

The armpit crutches cost 50 coins. After learning their purpose, the carpenter Fang specially selected sturdy wood for them, otherwise, it would be dangerous if they broke.

So, after deducting the 125 coins from the income from selling vegetables and copying books, as well as the cost of riding in the oxcart and buying meat, rice, and flour, the income from selling vegetables and copying books was used to pay for the meat and rice.

Oh, right, I also got some medicine for my little sister today.

In the end, it turned out that another 200 coins were spent today, not even counting Song Chen's medicine expenses, which amounted to one tael of silver.

Liu Nanjia couldn't help but sigh; the money she earned was far less than the money she spent.

Suddenly, Song Chen spoke up: "Could I try copying the book?"

When Liu Nanjia and the others were counting the money, they didn't hide it from him, nor was there any reason to hide it; all the money they had was brought by him.

They were all taken aback when they heard him say that, and the three of them stared at him.

Song Chen felt a little awkward under their gaze: "I also want to help you with some things, it's always troubling you like this..."

Liu Nanjia understood that he was touched by the fact that Liu had given him crutches today, and thought that this was fine, since they were even.

So I brought him paper and pen and asked him to write a few words.

Song Chen's injuries have healed considerably over this period of time. Except for his feet, he can move the rest of his body. He picked up a pen and wrote a few lines.

Liu Nanjia's eyes lit up with amazement the moment she saw the words.

Song Chen's calligraphy was actually better than Liu Yanxi's, and their styles were quite different.

It is often said that one's handwriting reflects one's character, and this is certainly true. Liu Yanxi's handwriting, just like the man himself, gives people a gentle and refined feeling.

Song Chen's calligraphy, on the other hand, is sharp and forceful, with each stroke exuding a stronger and more piercing presence.

It's not that there's a superior or inferior style between the two, it's just that Liu Nanjia personally prefers Song Chen's style.

Unaware that her affection was already showing on her face, her eyes sparkled as she looked at Song Chen.

“Your handwriting is definitely fine with me, but I still need to talk to Manager Wu first and get his approval. But I think he will.”

Liu Yanxi also said, "I also think there's no problem. Brother Song's calligraphy is even better than mine."

Although he said that, he was a little jealous. His sister clearly preferred his handwriting. Damn it, apart from his height, she couldn't compare to him in another way!

Then Liu Nanjia remembered something and asked Song Chen, "Do you know any other fonts?"

Song Chen hadn't reacted yet, and Liu Yanxi was also stunned. What did his sister mean by this?

"You're not exactly a saint right now... It wouldn't be good if someone recognized you by your handwriting, so it's best to be careful," Liu Nanjia said.

The other two then realized the problem, especially Song Chen, who had been living too comfortably these past few days and had forgotten that he was not actually out of danger yet. He was quite annoyed that he needed this girl, who was even younger than him, to remind him.

Liu Nanjia was rather smug. All those palace dramas and suspense novels she'd watched before weren't for nothing! Didn't they all have plots like this, like identifying people through handwriting?

But he said, "Then you should practice these next couple of days and change your handwriting so that no one can recognize it. There's no rush."

Song Chen nodded in agreement.

There's meat to eat in the evening, so it's naturally a very lavish meal.

To save time, Liu Nanjia still made noodles. Today, they weren't noodles, but more like flatbread. The meat was marinated and simply stir-fried before being divided into bowls for everyone.

We didn't have time to eat the eggs our own hen laid this morning, so we each got one.

Liu Nanjia prefers fried eggs, so since she's the one cooking, she naturally has to cater to her own tastes.

White noodles, mixed with green vegetables, topped with slices of meat and a golden fried egg, make for a mouthwatering meal.

The next day, Liu Yanxi and Song Chen practiced calligraphy and copied books in their room. Liu Sirou was now taking extra care of the chickens that laid eggs at home, and would run over to play with the chicks whenever she had time.

Liu Nanjia was in the yard. People kept coming to deliver eggs, and she was just thinking about what to do now that no one was coming.

Then I heard a knock on the gate. Because it was time to collect eggs, the gate was open today, and other women in the village usually called out before coming in.

So the knocking sounded rather strange.

Liu Nanjia turned her head and saw that the person who came was quite strange; it was her eldest sister, Liu Yan.

After the family split up, everyone lived in the same village, so it was inevitable that they would run into each other. Grandpa always pretended to be friendly in front of outsiders; he would just call out and then walk away.

Grandma would ask how they were doing. Grandma was the kindest person to them in the family, so Liu Nanjia would naturally treat her with respect and answer her seriously.

Fang had always disliked them, so naturally she wouldn't give them a friendly look, and would always make sarcastic remarks whenever they met. Liu Nanjia, of course, wouldn't tolerate this, and would always retort, making Fang furious.

As for the eldest sister, Liu Yan, Liu Nanjia wanted to sigh. When they were in the Liu family, the three siblings had the lowest status, followed by Liu Yan.

You can tell from their names that their father carefully chose them. The two sons from the eldest uncle's family, Anhe and Anren, were also named by their father with his help, and their names clearly express his high hopes for them.

Only she, with just the character "Yan," was named Liu Yan. I heard that her father offered to give her a name too, but Grandpa Liu said, "Why give a girl such a nice name?" So her uncle acquiesced and decided on the name Liu Yan.

Liu Nanjia did feel sorry for her. Seeing her looking like she wanted to go in but didn't dare to, she must have been sent by her aunt, Fang.

Even when they bumped into each other, she would only nod and not talk to him, let alone come here on her own initiative.

Liu Nanjia took the initiative to walk over and ask her what was wrong.

Liu Yan then stammered, "My mother asked me to come. I heard you're collecting eggs right now..."

Liu Nanjia was a little puzzled. It was just selling eggs. Although their two families didn't get along, they weren't at the point of never speaking to each other again. But when she saw the eggs she was carrying, she understood.

Other people who raise chickens save the large eggs because they are easier to sell, while the small ones are more likely to be rejected by others, so they keep them for themselves.

Instead, they sent eggs that were smaller than usual.

They also understood why Liu Yan was so flustered.

Liu Nanjia initially intended to refuse, but hesitated after thinking about it. If Madam Fang came in person, she would definitely show no mercy and make her leave immediately.

But it was Liu Yan who came. When Si Rou was sick, she had helped her with housework to some extent. If she were to go back like this, she would definitely be beaten and scolded by Fang Shi.

Never mind, consider it repaying a favor.

Liu Nanjia took the basket, counted the eggs, and said, "Big sister, you know what kind of eggs you brought. I wouldn't normally accept such small ones. I know this must be Aunt's idea, but I'll accept them this time for your sake."

"But I can't give you 5 eggs for 4 coins each, otherwise it's unfair to the other villagers. You have 10 here, so I'll give you 7 coins. Like I said, it's to give you face. When you go back, tell your aunt that if you really want to sell eggs, bring the same kind as everyone else. If you do it like this next time, then I won't accept them."