Chapter 74: Porcelain

After eating a lot, quail eggs no longer seemed special.

If anything, they might even have to lower the price.

Jiang Fubao glanced again at the seasonings on the fridge door.

In ancient times, these items would have been ridiculously expensive.

Common households couldn’t afford them.

Even buying a small amount would cost at least half a tael of silver.

But—she couldn’t take them out.

All these spices were transported from Beiguan; a farming family in a poor village carrying a bunch of spices to sell would look completely out of place.

It would attract suspicion.

She gave up immediately.

As for milk, yogurt, and all kinds of soda, she didn’t even look.

Even if she took them out, there was nothing to store them in.

Although they stayed fresh in the space, outside they would quickly spoil—or the carbonation would escape.

Flat soda isn’t soda; it’s just sweet water.

And people in the ancient era, having never tasted it, would find it unpalatable.

Wasn’t there a drama where kids found cola? The first sip didn’t amaze them—they immediately spat it out.

Besides, there were only two or three bottles of each.

Not worth much money.

Shaking her head, Jiang Fubao dismissed everything in the fridge.

Nothing in the freezer was sellable either.

The Jiang family didn’t raise pigs; taking out meat for sale without explanation could easily cause trouble.

You could lie to family, but outsiders had to be careful.

Closing the fridge, Jiang Fubao wandered around the kitchen again.

Wasn’t there something she could sell just once to make a lot of money?

Low risk, unlikely to attract attention, yet could bring the family a significant amount of silver.

She looked and looked, climbing chairs back and forth.

Her expression grew increasingly disappointed.

If only she were rich in her previous life—buying jewelry or gold—just a little of it now could support the family for a lifetime.

Alas, she was poor.

Jiang Fubao sighed.

Just as she was about to leave the space to sleep, she caught sight of the tea set on the table.

She had bought it online, using discounts and a coupon, finally spending only 110 yuan.

A Xishi teapot with four domed cups, plus a bamboo tray.

She had never used it.

This was porcelain! In ancient times, even touching such a thing was a luxury for farmers.

Moreover, this tea set had ice-crack glaze.

Common in modern times, extremely rare back then.

It had a painted peach blossom with green branches and pink flowers, harmonizing with the pale blue teapot.

It looked natural, not awkward at all.

Jiang Fubao was overjoyed.

She could easily take the tea set out and sell it.

Just make up any reason.

Selling one set would secure ten years of worry-free living.

Satisfied, she left the space and went to sleep.

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“Ah—”

“Ah—”

At dawn, Jiang Fubao was awakened by two screams.

Rubbing her eyes, she climbed out of bed, still half-dressed.

Outside the kitchen, she found Qian Xile pointing at the rice bin, looking shocked.

Everyone else had woken up and crowded over.

“Grandma, Mom, the rice bin—it’s full! Overnight! And on the stove, a whole pot of meat! The flour bin, too—full! Has our house been haunted?”

Qian Xile was alarmed.

Her body felt a chill, her hair stood on end.

“Well, since you’ve seen it, I won’t hide it anymore. Fubao has divine protection. Whatever she wants, the deities will send it. Before, while building the house, we kept her restrained so others wouldn’t find out, so we didn’t let you know…”

“…”

Zhang Jinlan admitted the truth.

“What? Deities? Are there really immortals? Grandma, you’re not teasing me, right?”

Qian Xile could hardly believe it, but the scene before her left no room for doubt.

Yesterday’s dinner had been prepared by her.

The nearly empty rice bin had somehow become full overnight.

No way her family had secretly gone to town to buy it.

At night, the city gate was closed, and the trip would have been long.

Most of the rice was refined, which her family could barely afford.

Plus a pot of meat on the stove, at least twelve jin.

And a full bin of refined flour.

All that in one night would cost at least two taels of silver!

Who could afford that?

“Grandma, the white-bearded old man even put toothbrushes in my room! Look, we each have one now.”

Just as Qian Xile was half in disbelief, Jiang Fubao returned with a pouch of toothbrushes.

She had dressed and held them high in the kitchen.

This was what she had been saving.

Seeing her sister-in-law skeptical, she added fuel to the fire.

Qian Xile gasped again.

Several minutes passed before she fully believed it.

So immortals really existed! Little Fubao had told the truth.

She had thought the child was confusing dream and reality.

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“You didn’t tell anyone else, right? Don’t tell a soul. Many people outside are starving. If someone with ill intent finds out, they might target our house. A robbery is one thing, but what if Fubao is kidnapped?”

Qian Xile was worried. Her reaction was noticed by the Jiang family.

“Don’t worry, only our family knows,” Jiang Tongjin said, stepping forward to gently pat her arm.

“That’s good. I might have been a little loud just now and disturbed your sleep. You can take a nap again if you like. I’ll prepare breakfast—just some porridge and a small side dish for now. You can eat when you wake up.”

Qian Xile touched the back of her head, embarrassed, and smiled.

“I’m awake already. No more sleeping. Grandma, I’ll go get dressed,” Jiang Fubao rubbed her sleepy eyes and tilted her head.

“Alright, go ahead. Grandma won’t sleep either. I’ll get hot water for your face,” Zhang Jinlan said, reaching for a basin.

But Qian Xile hurriedly took over.

“Grandma, I’ll do it. You go back and rest.”

“You child, don’t you ever get tired?”

Since entering the house, Qian Xile had taken over almost all kitchen duties.

She was tireless, always up earliest, spinning around like a top.

Zhang Jinlan feared she’d overwork herself.

“Grandma, I’m not tired. Don’t worry. I’ve done far more work at home than this. My old daily work could equal three of these days,” Qian Xile said honestly.

She didn’t feel tired at all.

If she were allowed to rest, she would feel uncomfortable.

Unable to argue, Zhang Jinlan let her be.

After getting dressed, Jiang Fubao picked up her toothbrush and squatted in the yard as usual.

Afterward, her sister-in-law brought hot water to wash her face.