Chapter 7 The Miserable Woman 7
Yuanchun finally got to eat the food she had longed for.

I tasted the flavor I hadn’t tasted for a long time.

In fact, the wild vegetable cakes were not tasty, they were bitter and choked the throat, but Yuanchun ate them with relish and felt that they were much more delicious than the meat of supernatural beasts.

After dinner, Liu Qingqiu urged her daughter, "Yuanchun, bring your clothes to me for washing. You can go with your father to weave baskets."

"Got it, mother."

Feng Yuanchun was not full, so he ran to the kitchen depressed and drank two large bowls of water to fill his stomach.

Coming out of the kitchen, Yuanchun asked 007 depressedly, "007, can the system space store the items I collected in the small world?"

"Host, yes, it can be kept fresh."

Hearing this, Yuanchun's mouth curled up happily, "007, when the policy changes in the future, I will definitely do business, make a lot of money, and collect a lot of food so that I won't starve when I go to the next small world."

"Host, there is food for sale in the system mall."

"There is also a system mall?" Yuanchun sat down, pulled over a cane, and slowly wove a small basket according to the original owner's memory, while angrily shouting at 007, "There is a mall, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

007 felt wronged, "Host, mall items must be purchased with points. You don't have points, so I tell you, you can't afford it."

Yuanchun: "..."

too poor.

It hurts my self-esteem so much.

Yuanchun blew a gust of wind and pushed 007 into a corner, where she buried her head in weaving baskets.

After dinner, the Feng family would gather together to weave baskets, winnowing baskets, and other things. On the first day of every month, they would take them to the village market five miles away from Fengjia Village to exchange for some daily necessities.

Yuanchun herself didn’t know how to weave, but with the original owner’s memory, she weaved a few times and became proficient in the movements.

"Sister, I don't know how to weave. Can you teach me?" Feng Yuanling, who was only six years old, moved a small stool and sat next to Yuanchun. In her little hand, she held a thin willow branch.

Yuanchun glanced at her sideways and said, "It takes strength to weave a basket. You are not strong enough to weave it."

"I'm very strong." Feng Yuanling pouted, unconvinced, "I can even carry a basket full of pig grass."

Feng Yuanling is the daughter of the third wife of the Feng family and also the youngest child of the Feng family.

Grandma Feng only gave birth to three sons and no daughters. The original owner's father was the second son, and the original owner was the eldest daughter. She also had a 15-year-old sister, Feng Yuanzhen, and a 12-year-old brother, Feng Guokang.

The first wife has two sons, Feng Guoping and Feng Guoan.

Feng Guoping got married years ago and married Ding Chunli.

Feng Guoan is twenty years old and has not yet found a wife.

The third wife has two sons and one daughter, Feng Guoqiang, Feng Guojian, and Feng Yuanling.

In the previous life, when the original owner was arrested, Ding Xiaotao was afraid of being implicated, so she used threats and bribes to force Feng Laosan to move to Ding Xiaotao's mother's home with her three children and sever ties with the Feng family.

After Grandma Feng died, Feng Laosan never came back.

"Yuanling, don't disturb your elder sister from weaving baskets. Come and help your mother pick wild vegetables. I will make wild vegetable cakes for you tomorrow morning." Ding Xiaotao shouted.

"The wild vegetable cakes are not tasty. I'm tired of them." Feng Yuanling curled her lips. "I want to learn how to weave baskets and take them to town to exchange for candy."

Ding Xiaotao laughed angrily, "You greedy guy, you can't even eat enough food, and you still want to eat candy. Candy is so expensive, you dare to think about it."

"Next time the eldest brother goes to the market, exchange some fruit candies for the children to lick their lips." Grandma Feng suddenly said.

She is not spoiling her child, but she understands that if you want a horse to run, you have to let it eat grass.

(End of this chapter)