After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

As dawn broke, Landlord Jiang was woken up by his servants.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Wenbin and Li Mo waiting outside.

Landlord Jiang, wrapped in a thick coat, asked, "What's going on?"

"Master, the young master needs to speak with you."

"Now?"

Landlord Jiang glanced at the pale dawn breaking in the east, straightened his clothes, and went to his grandson's courtyard.

As soon as the sun rose, the Jiang family sent out six or seven groups of servants and mobilized all the horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts in the house.

Some people headed to Changshou County and several nearby counties, while others headed to Fucheng. The vehicles sped along, their wheels kicking up clumps of gray-white snow.

The snow fell all night last night and hasn't stopped yet.

A thicker layer of snow had fallen from the eaves, covering the marks left by the footsteps from last night.

"What's the Jiang family up to during the Lunar New Year?"

Villagers clearing snow from rooftops were puzzled when they saw Jiang's servants hurriedly driving out of the village.

"Could it be that the family hasn't prepared enough New Year's goods? Should we send someone out to buy them?"

The man shoveling snow stood on the roof and said enviously, "You're talking nonsense. Brother Steward Wen brought back so much meat a few days ago, how could we be lacking anything?"

"Then what are you rushing off to? The New Year is just around the corner, and the roads are difficult to travel on."

"Oh, why bother with all that? The rich can't possibly think like us farmers. They're probably out buying more land."

"That makes sense. There are quite a few families who can't survive in the winter. Buying land at this time is definitely cheap. Oh my, look at their brains! No wonder the Jiang family are landlords!"

After a few sighs, the group put the matter out of their minds and continued sweeping snow off the roof.

Jiang Xiaoqi nestled in her warm quilt. The room was filled with the burning of high-quality smokeless charcoal, and there were three or four charcoal braziers.

On the small table beside the bed are candied fruits, a platter of dried fruits, and a secret-recipe fruit and flower tea. The tea is kept warm in a small ceramic stove, so it's always hot whenever you want to drink it.

The daffodils in the room were in full bloom, but I didn't dare put them too close, so I just placed them in the outer partition.

After all, this flower is somewhat poisonous. Although I have taken the "All Poisons Invulnerability Pill," the others around me have not.

The water glass I used last night is also unusable. Sigh, it was such a nice glass, what a pity!

If the poison of daffodils is likened to a mosquito bite, then a cup of laced warm tea is like a tiger biting your neck!

A person won't die instantly, but they won't last long either. They will become increasingly haggard, their bodies will be overtaxed, and their organs will eventually fail.

He eventually died in a coma, not in too much pain, but the true cause of death could not be found after his death.

After all, this is a rare type of poison from the poison crane that is rarely seen on the market!

It is colorless and odorless, and leaves no residue in the human body after use. With current technology, it is extremely difficult to find out the cause of death.

This time, the system actually did something for free, providing information about poisonous cranes and the symptoms of poisoning.

Otherwise, he might very well appear brazenly in front of the poisoner, which would be tantamount to—

Look! You've failed! Now hurry up and try to kill me in another way!

That's why I discussed this matter with my grandfather early this morning: to send people to invite famous doctors from all over the country!

Once those people think they've succeeded, they'll relax their surveillance on me.

Even assassins need a holiday during the Lunar New Year, right? Look, the mission was completed very well, hurry home for the New Year!

The warmth of a cozy bed always makes people feel listless and decadent, and Jiang Xiaoqi drifted off to sleep while thinking about it.

When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight. I stretched and called Wenbin in to wash up.

"Young master, the things you asked me to prepare yesterday have been delivered and are all in the outer room."

As Wenbin spoke, he helped Jiang Xiaoqi put her hair back on.

"Okay, you can go out now that you're done. I'll take care of the tidying up later."

"I understand, young master. By the way, the old master and everyone in the family have said that you are ill and will not be celebrating the New Year with everyone this year."

After Wenbin left, Jiang Xiaoqi quickly got up and went to the outer room.

After carefully examining all the different brocade boxes, I thought, "Hmm, the things from Changshou County are just as good as those from Xinghe Prefecture; they're quite exquisite."

In my spare time before, I had already tidied up all the things in the external space of the safety buckle.

The weapons were piled up, and later a custom-made weapon rack was installed to put them in, which finally made things less messy.

The books were simply categorized and packed into boxes. Apart from the basic martial arts techniques that were taken out, the rest were stored in his exquisite space.

After all, books are the fewest of all things.

Most of the gold and silver were also processed in other dimensions through the system as an intermediary.

Nowadays, gold and silver bricks are made into individual gold and silver leaves, gold and silver beads, and even miniature gold pixiu.

Several gold-carved zodiac animal figures make a perfect gift for the New Year.

Jiang Xiaoqi packed the prepared gifts into brocade pouches and boxes. This year, she would not give jewelry or accessories, but instead added a pair of small pearl hairpins for each person.

After all, there's a huge stock of these things, and if they're left unused for a long time, they'll lose their luster and become less valuable when they're small.

These are not as exquisite as the hairpins given to my two elder sisters last year, and they won't stand out in the village when worn by my aunts and half-sisters.

Since the women in the family didn't have much money, it was most practical to give them some gold and silver for protection.

These items are all made small, making them easy to carry in a pocket and use.

The gifts for grandparents were of course different; they received a large red envelope containing a thousand taels of silver, one for each of them.

As for his adoptive father, he's still nowhere to be seen. Let's keep him in the past for now and talk about it when we meet him.

My mother and two elder sisters had already given them their share privately, and they weren't afraid of others being envious.

The streets were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

Jiang Wenqing, who was occasionally reminded by his son, went to an inn with ease and knocked on the door of a room on the second floor.

The door opened, revealing a face overly made up with makeup.

Jiang Wenqing handed over a rough cotton pouch: "That's all. When can you return my things?"

"Why the rush, sir? That was last month's price. You've been dragging this out for so long, it's bound to be different now."

"You! This is outrageous! How can you be so greedy!"

"Oh, my lord, don't be in such a hurry~ Your fan itself is worth two taels of silver, and I can get one tael back even if I go to the pawnshop."

"I only want five taels of silver from you, how can you be so greedy? With your large and powerful family, don't tease me!"

"You!" Jiang Wenqing exclaimed angrily.

"Alright, alright, it's the New Year, won't you come in and have a cup of hot tea?"

The brothel was filled with the pungent smell of cosmetics; if it weren't for the fact that this lowly prostitute hadn't picked up his folding fan and refused to return it, he would never have come here.

I can't let my father know, I already got a beating last time. I can't go home to ask for money either, all the money I've earned from copying books and ghostwriting lately has gone to this woman.

Who would have thought that this person would keep raising prices, treating me like an old ox plowing the field!

"Hmph!" He snorted and left. There was nothing he could do; this woman had too many lovers, and he couldn't beat her!

After wandering around for more than a month, Jiang Wenqing stepped into his home again and felt that everything was lively and warm.

Sigh, so what if my dad beats me up? It's not like I'll die.

It's the Lunar New Year, and I'm already so pitiful. Dad wouldn't kill me... right? He wouldn't, would he?