After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Xu Zhuzhu played with the small round ball in her hand. Its smooth surface was free of any impurities. It was only the size of her fingernail, but it felt quite heavy. It looked like it was made of glass, but she didn't think so.

Xu Zhuzhu asked the AI ​​Q&A, and unsurprisingly, the result told her to explore it herself.

She opened the item shop, but the items synthesized from the hazardous waste bin didn't seem to be listed in the item shop.

No new app icons appeared on the tablet, and for a moment she had no idea what they were for.

However, given her previous experiences of obtaining props, Xu Zhuzhu did not underestimate this small ball this time, nor did Xu Wenjie.

Since I can't figure it out right now, I'm thinking of keeping it safe.

However, since the thing was small and round, Xu Wenjie was afraid that she might lose it by accident, so he asked Zhang He to sew a small bag for her and let her wear the little ball as an ornament around her neck, waiting to study it slowly later.

And just like that, half a month passed in the blink of an eye, without any clue what was going on.

Xu Zhuzhu would occasionally study with her father, but they never made any new discoveries.

Xu Zhuzhu simply put that aside and began to seriously consider her family's revitalization plan.

In the past two weeks, Li Quanfu brought news that the town's government office could not find the identity of the scholar anywhere, and the murderer was nowhere to be found. So they had to register the case and put it aside for the time being. The scholar was also buried on the hill behind the small temple in town by the government office.

After hearing the news, Xu Wenjie sighed again, but he was powerless to do anything about it...

On this clear and breezy day, Xu Zhuzhu, wrapped in her new cotton-padded coat, sat by the stove watching her mother cook a large pot of egg and cabbage soup.

She couldn't help but touch her belly; she'd been craving meat lately.

After the New Year, their family didn't eat meat anymore. No meat was found in the trash cans, so they had to buy it with money.

Her mother saved all the money to repair their house.

According to what his father had inquired about, it would cost ten taels of silver to build a two-bedroom, one-living-room house for his family. This was just for the mud-brick house, not including the tiles and such.

So the whole family was saving every penny, hoping to save up ten taels of silver as soon as possible. Right now, their total assets amounted to less than three taels.

Forget about meat and vegetables; all we can do is drink some meat broth-flavored plain water from the hot pot.

Looking at the dilapidated house, Xu Zhuzhu felt that repairing the house was important, but eating meat was also very important.

"Brother, do you want to eat meat?"

She pulled Xu An, who was tending the fire, aside and asked him a question.

Xu An nodded involuntarily, then immediately shook her head, blushing as she said, "I'm not a picky eater."

Xu Zhuzhu chuckled, "Little rascal."

Before this, Xu Wenjie and Zhang He had been figuring out how to make money.

Besides studying, Xu Wenjie's skills were really limited. For example, when it came to manual labor, he couldn't even keep up with the villagers.

So after much thought, he decided that he could only set up a stall in town to sell his calligraphy and paintings, or write letters for people, earning whatever he could. Although the people in town were not very interested in his calligraphy and paintings, what if he stumbled upon something by sheer luck?

Xu Zhuzhu thought it was unreliable; people in small towns only cared about whether they had food in their stomachs and whether their mouths tasted good.

It would be more practical to have her mother set up a food stall rather than let her father set up a stall to sell paintings.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wenjie suddenly understood, clapped his hands and laughed, feeling that Xu Zhuzhu's idea was very feasible.

There's no need to cook, it's too time-consuming and laborious, and people in small towns don't usually eat out. However, his wife is quite good at making dumplings.

Xu Wenjie thought about it carefully again. There were places in town that sold steamed buns, sesame cakes, and rice noodles, but no places that sold dumplings or noodles. With that thought, the idea of ​​selling dumplings took root in Xu Wenjie's mind.

"He Niang, Zhu Zhu's idea is good, why don't we go sell dumplings?"

"Huh?" Zhang He kept rubbing the hem of her clothes with both hands, smiling shyly. She wasn't very confident.

"That won't work, will it?"

Although she usually boasts about her cooking skills, that's only at home. She has no way of knowing what other people like, or whether they'll like her cooking. Not to mention, this is in the South, so she has even less to say whether it will work.

Xu Zhuzhu knew her mother's concerns; the differences in Hell culture determined the differences in eating habits and tastes.

Whether or not Southerners can get used to the taste of his mother's cooking is another matter, but according to human curiosity, everyone will want to try something they have never seen before. At least in Xu Zhuzhu's impression, Northern dumplings are still very popular in the South.

"Mommy, can you try it? I want to eat dumplings too."

Xu Zhuzhu pulled Xu An along and said coquettishly.

She was quite confident that, with the help of the Meimei pot, her mother's dumplings would definitely taste good.

"Mom, give it a try!" Xu An, brainwashed by Xu Zhuzhu, also firmly agreed.

"Zhuzhu has always been picky about food. If she says something tastes good, it must be good. Let's give it a try. What if it works out? Wouldn't that give us a way to make a living?"

Xu Wenjie said with a smile that he has always trusted his wife's cooking skills.

So, after being persuaded by everyone, and also considering the family's livelihood, Zhang He had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

But doing business always requires costs, and Zhang He lacked confidence, refusing to use the money Xu Wenjie had worked so hard to earn to start a business.

Xu Wenjie tried everything to persuade her but to no avail. Just when he was at his wit's end, Xu Zhuzhu pointed to a bag of unused flour that she had brought back from the garbage station last time.

Zhang He finally agreed.

"Let's make fifty first. If they don't sell, our family can still eat them all."

Zhang He pondered for a moment and then made a suggestion.

In order not to discourage Zhang He, the family did everything according to Zhang He's wishes.

However, when it came to choosing which flavor of dumplings to sell, Zhang He repeatedly asked Xu Zhuzhu to tell her which flavor was tastier. In Xu Wenjie's words, Xu Zhuzhu was a bit picky.

Thanks to her taste buds from both her past and present lives, Xu Zhuzhu finally settled on the two flavors that her family could currently make with her mother.

Fillings with chives and eggs, and cabbage and radish.

Having lived in Laoya Village for so long, Xu Wenjie had long since figured out the market day in Qingshan Town, which was the 24th of each month.

As luck would have it, the next day was market day in town.

Having made the decision, Xu Zhuzhu's family immediately got busy after lunch, especially Xu Zhuzhu, who was particularly enthusiastic. Even Zhang He, who was not very confident, was infected by Xu Zhuzhu's enthusiasm.

If you're going to do it, you should do it the best you can.

Zhang He did everything herself, from kneading the dough and preparing the filling to wrapping the dumplings.

Xu Wenjie was worried that Zhang He would be too stressed and overworked, so he tried his best to help her with everything, from rolling out the dough to making dumplings.

However, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

Although Xu Wenjie can make some simple food, he is not very good at cooking proper meals and often ends up making things worse.

"Husband, why don't you go and help me start the fire?"

Seeing Xu Wenjie tear the dough again, Zhang He sighed helplessly, annoyed that he was getting in the way, and sent him off to tend the fire.

Xu Zhuzhu and her brother covered their mouths and laughed. Seeing Xu Zhuzhu laughing so happily, Xu Wenjie pinched Xu Zhuzhu's nose.

"Little brat, what are you laughing at?"

Xu Zhuzhu sniffed, smiled but didn't say anything, afraid that her father would feel frustrated...

After a busy afternoon, Zhang He finally finished wrapping all fifty dumplings by the time the moon was high in the sky.

Because Zhang He strives for perfection, every dumpling is exactly the same size and has the same pleats, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"They look like twins!" Zhuzhu exclaimed, poking the round dumplings.

Xu An poked the dumpling and nodded in agreement.

Because they were making dumplings, Xu Wenjie cooked dinner that night. Just as Xu Zhuzhu expected, it was a pot of cabbage soup and a pot of white rice.

Xu Wenjie cleverly caught Xu Zhuzhu's subtle expression of not wanting to eat, and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

Zhang He comforted him, saying, "It's cooked really well; the cabbage is so tender it's practically dripping with juice."

Of course, it's boiled in water to begin with.

Xu Zhuzhu had just grinned, but before she could even laugh out loud, her mother glared at her with a sharp look.

She immediately sat up obediently, clamoring for food, and buried her head in the soup to eat two large bowls of rice, showing respect for her father.

Her mother smiled and patted her head...