So, she had to make sure every bit of this 2.5 points was used wisely.

“Keke, how much is the cheapest rice per jin at the supermarket?”

“The lowest quality is 2.5, and the best—”

“No need to tell me about the best ones!” Jian Xiu interrupted Keke directly.

That meant she had already saved up enough for a jin of rice.

“Can you also check how much that medicine costs?”

“You mean the medicine to treat Zhang Zixuan?”

“Yes!”

“That medicine was developed using advanced technology. It’s extremely valuable and costs 880,000 points. But right now, there’s no discount. A few times a year, there’s a 20% discount available.”

“Eight… eight hundred eighty thousand?!” Jian Xiu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She had struggled just to accumulate 2.5 points.

At this rate, who knew how long it would take for Zhang Zixuan to fully recover? Maybe never in her lifetime.

The road to revolution was long and required relentless effort. Comrade, keep fighting!

Most importantly, she couldn’t even bring herself to spend this 2.5 points.

It seemed she needed to find a way to earn money here. Relying on the supermarket alone, she would probably starve.

When Jian Xiu returned with some nanmu wood and bracken ferns, she found that the straw hut had been cleaned up nicely.

She then went to the back of the mountain to fetch a bucket of water, washing the bracken ferns along the way.

Only then did she return.

At that moment, Jian Xiu deeply missed the tap water from the apocalypse.

If this place had tap water, she wouldn’t have to haul water herself.

Her straw hut was quite a distance from the backyard, and there was no well in the yard. Every time she needed water, she had to take a long detour.

Besides, Keke had also mentioned earlier that the plantain herb needed to be washed before it could be dried and used as medicine.

That clearly required water.

She had to figure out a way to bring water into her small yard.

On top of that, they had no land and no capital, so making money wasn’t going to be easy.

Aside from gathering plantain herbs, the only options were hunting in the deep mountains or gathering other medicinal herbs to sell at the medicine shop.

She didn’t know medicinal herbs, but Keke did.

As long as she came across herbs that Keke recognized, Keke would definitely let her know.

More importantly, only by going deep into the mountains would she have a chance to earn more points.

880,000 points sounded like a massive amount, but small gains would add up. If she found something rare, she might accumulate points quickly.

Looking around at the barren house, Jian Xiu understood clearly—making money was an urgent priority.

“Sister-in-law, the roof has been repaired, but I don’t think this house will last long. It’s drafty everywhere, and once winter comes, it’ll be unlivable,” Zhang Zhiyong said worriedly.

“I know. This is just temporary,” Jian Xiu replied firmly.

To Zhang Zhiyong, those words were just words of comfort.

She was just a woman with three children and a paralyzed husband. The Zhang family hadn’t given her any land. How was she supposed to build a new house?

They were lucky not to starve to death.

Jian Xiu could tell exactly what Zhang Zhiyong was thinking.

But she didn’t like to explain herself. One day, they would see for themselves that she wasn’t just making empty promises.

She couldn’t vouch for anything else, but with her martial arts skills, hunting wouldn’t be a problem.

In the end, Zhang Zhiyong and Zhang Haifei didn’t stay for dinner.

But when Zhang Haifei saw that she was cooking white rice, he couldn’t help but advise her:

“Sister-in-law, eating white rice like this won’t do. You’ve got food for this meal, but what about the next? If you cook rice porridge instead, you can stretch it out for several meals.”

Hearing that, Jian Xiu couldn’t help but smile.

She knew he was just looking out for her.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” she replied with a grin.

Seeing that the two of them were determined not to stay for dinner, she handed them some pork that she had cut up earlier.

“If you won’t eat here, at least take this pork. You saw it yourselves—there’s over a hundred jin. If you don’t help eat some, it’ll spoil.”

“Sister-in-law, you should sell it in town and trade it for more rice.”

“Enough talk, just take it!” Jian Xiu shoved the pork into their hands, making it clear there was no room for argument.

Then she seemed to remember something and added:

“When I was in the backyard, I noticed some medicinal herbs. Tomorrow afternoon, bring Chun Zhi and Lin Xia with you. Let’s go to the foot of the mountain and gather some.”

“Medicinal herbs? Sister-in-law, you recognize medicinal herbs?”

“Actually, I just happened to recognize this one.”

“Which one?” Zhang Zhiyong asked eagerly.

“Plantain herb! We call it ‘fuyicao.’”

“Fuyicao? How could that be medicine? If it really were valuable, people would’ve picked it all long ago. There wouldn’t be any left for us,” Zhang Zhiyong said, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I picked one earlier. Why don’t you take it to the medicine shop in town tomorrow and ask? Then we’ll know for sure,” Jian Xiu said confidently.

Zhang Zhiyong’s family was the only one in Zhangjia Village with an ox. When there was no farm work, he used it to pull carts and earn a few coins by taking people to town.

It was the perfect chance for him to ask about the herbs.

“Alright, I’ll ask about it when I go to town tomorrow!”

“If they really do buy it, then bring Chun Zhi and Lin Xia along to help. I just checked—there’s a lot of it growing in the back mountain.”

Chun Zhi was Zhang Zhiyong’s wife, and Lin Xia was Zhang Haifei’s wife.

The two of them often interacted with the original owner of this body, sometimes even bringing her food when she was starving.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyong and Zhang Haifei could only sigh and agree, though they didn’t have much hope.

They weighed the pork in their hands—about five jin—and felt a bit guilty.

They turned to Jian Xiu, wanting to say something.

But seeing her expression, they instead looked toward Zhang Zixuan inside the house.

“Zixuan, this is too much pork. You see…”

“If my wife gave it to you, then take it. Besides, this pork doesn’t even belong to us. You know how the Zhang family is—if we don’t eat it, it’ll just go to waste, won’t it?”

Indeed, men understood men best. As soon as Zhang Zixuan said that, the two of them had no choice but to take the pork and head toward the village center.

Zhang Zhiyong’s family was in better shape financially. His father, Zhang Wenyuan, was the village head, and his son, Zhang Ziyi, studied at Huaheng Academy.