I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel

Chapter 174: Chapter 171: Jiang Mingyue: I Need to Make Money to Support Others

”Are you going to sleep now?”

If he hadn’t asked, Jiang Mingyue felt she would have definitely fallen asleep in his embrace. But how could she doze off after making a promise to someone? She had to break free from the enticing hug and get to work on her career.

Otherwise, how could she support someone, right?

Jiang Mingyue explained the situation briefly. Yan Jinzhi glanced at the land deed in her hand but said nothing, as long as they weren’t coveting her, it was within his tolerance level.

Jiang Mingyue had no idea she nearly brewed a jar of jealousy.

Entering Pear Blossom Lane 55, fortunately, this wasn’t like the Xu Family’s large courtyard with several compounds. It had only one, but the yard was genuinely large, divided into a front yard and a back yard; both overgrown with weeds. The dozens of fruit trees, neglected for so long, barely had any misshapen fruits hanging from them. The leaves were riddled with holes and many cobwebs decorated the branches. Jiang Mingyue decided to muster her spiritual power to test if her abilities could work outside since she upgraded.

At first, the leaves were cut like grass, and occasionally the branches got trimmed... Was this okay? Just a bit off?

Unconvinced, Jiang Mingyue kept trying until all the trees were barren except for the misshapen fruits.

She finally accurately aimed at the weeds on the ground, and in just a moment, she not only removed all the weeds but also turned them into ash on the spot, providing fertilizer to the roots of the fruit trees.

Jiang Mingyue looked at her magical hands with pride and laughed to herself. In her memory, last lifetime she had never been able to use her power so effectively outside the space.

Applying the same method, she cleaned up the weeds in the front yard too, only to discover that it was originally a few flower beds. But growing flowers now? It’s like placing an English book at home. Besides, she had so many that it could make up a library.

Without thinking, Jiang Mingyue transplanted all the flowers and plants into her space, deciding not to occupy the land and planting them sporadically in the forest.

After watering and sweeping out the materials in her space, she turned around to head to No. 59. As she appeared, they had just arrived too, perfectly timed.

”Mr. Jiang, come, come, have some tea snacks first.” Pan Zhoucong was as enthusiastic as ever, and naturally, Uncle Mute was always the one to serve the snacks.

”Thank you, Uncle Mute!”

Pan Zhoucong: ”...” So, how exactly did he lose to an old man?

On the side, the scribe, Da Qiang, never seemed to catch on to the covert competition between the two men with a combined age of ninety.

”Pan, it’s getting late, let’s get down to business first.” After all, someone was waiting for her. It’s a bit like a husband working hard outside, while the wife waits longing at home. As a husband, how could he delay? He must quickly finish business and return home to reunite with his wife, right?

Clearing his throat...

Du Shouqiang was recording as he said, ”Two thousand jars of corn wine, each holding five liters; one thousand live chickens; one thousand live rabbits; five hundred braised chickens; five hundred portions of spicy rabbit cubes... anything else, Mr. Jiang, what about the grain?”

Grain? Naturally, it’s donated to those who need it.

”Lately, there’s been no grain to be had. It’s harvest season, and every year at this time, grain is hard to come by. The farmers barely have enough for themselves. Some have lost their crops to disasters, so they’re even more hesitant to let go of their stores. Of course, there’s no grain to be had. Pan, perhaps you can find some?”

Pan Zhoucong: ”... If Mr. Jiang can’t get any, I certainly don’t have the skill to find any. Well, if there’s none, there’s none. Let’s wait a bit. After the harvest and state quotas are met, some might start selling their grain.”

Jiang Mingyue thought it was unlikely.

That day in East Bridge Village, she overheard that most places were short on grain. Families that could sell were likely only doing so to gather money for medical treatments, an unavoidable hardship.