Chapter 91

Ye Baizhi blinked, looking at Ye Wulan with anticipation.

Ye Wulan sighed inwardly. “Unless we use Dream Infiltration.”

“Dream Infiltration?”

It was the first time Ye Baizhi had ever heard of such a technique.

Ye Wulan nodded. “It means that when you sleep, you can enter his dream.”

“Because the two of you have already shared an intimate bond, and he left an imprint on you, you can access his dreams.”

In other words, no one but Ye Baizhi could enter Xue Youchen’s dream.

“But Dream Infiltration carries risks.”

“If you accidentally become trapped in the dream world and cannot escape, you may die in your sleep.”

This was why Ye Wulan did not want Ye Baizhi to use such a method. He would never allow her to take any risks that could lead to injury. However, the situation had now escalated—someone from the Snow Wolf Tribe wanted her dead. He could retaliate and make them pay, but if the tribe chose to seek revenge, Ye Baizhi and Dabao could be in danger.

He had no issue fighting an entire tribe alone; even if it cost him his life for the sake of his beloved, it wouldn’t matter. But he would never allow Ye Baizhi to be put in harm’s way.

If Xue Youchen could resolve the issue himself, things would be much simpler, and Ye Baizhi would be safer.

“But I will ensure your safety.”

“Still, even with precautions, you might get hurt.”

Ye Baizhi’s expression flickered with resolve. “It’s fine, I’m not afraid.”

“Then let’s use Dream Infiltration.”

She had been worried about Xue Youchen and wanted to understand his physical condition.

Seeing her determined expression, Ye Wulan knew she had made up her mind.

“Alright, we’ll do it tonight when we return.”

“Mm.”

“Is Da Bao getting heavy? You’ve been carrying him this whole time—it must be tiring. Let me hold him.”

“No, it’s fine. He’s not heavy.”

Da Bao obediently said, “Da Bao can stand on his own.”

Ye Wulan spoke gently. “Da Bao is very light. Father Ye doesn’t feel tired holding him.”

The marketplace was crowded. He worried that if he put Da Bao down, someone might accidentally bump into him. Keeping him in his arms was safer.

As they chatted, their turn in line finally came.

Ye Baizhi saw an array of rice cakes displayed on a bamboo tray. All of them were round, with embossed characters on top—likely pressed using molds—making them look quite appetizing. There were six different varieties, and Ye Baizhi bought one of each.

The cheapest rice cake cost ten blue spirit stones, while the most expensive one was thirty-two blue spirit stones. The total came to one hundred and nine blue spirit stones.

Ye Baizhi took three cakes—one for each of them—to try first. She broke one in half and took a bite. “The texture is good, but the sweetness is rather mild.”

Ye Wulan remarked, “Even if it’s not very sweet, it’s still considered a great treat here. Honey is incredibly expensive.”

Ye Baizhi’s eyes lit up. “This doesn’t taste like honey—it tastes like something made from sugarcane.”

Her palate was sharp enough to distinguish flavors with just a small bite.

“I suspect that in the southern region, people might already know how to process sugarcane.”

“Unfortunately, sugarcane only grows in warm climates.”

“But that doesn’t mean the northern region has no alternative—if we can find sugar beets, we can produce sugar as well.”

Sugar beets could grow in the northern regions. However, during her walk through the market earlier, she hadn’t spotted any sugar beets.

“I think we could start a pastry business and sell them here in the city.”

But if she wanted to make pastries, she would need a significant amount of flour. Simply relying on her spatial ability to grow and ripen wheat wouldn’t be enough.

“By the way, the land you live on in the Rabbit Tribe, as well as that valley—is all of it yours?”

Ye Wulan smiled and said, “Mm.”

Before arriving at the Rabbit Tribe, he had purchased a mountain—the peak and the valley both belonged to him. That was why he had few spirit stones left afterward. He wasn’t accustomed to living among the tribe members, so he bought that land for himself.

Ye Baizhi knew that in the beginning, the Beast Continent was divided by beastmen themselves. Eventually, regulations and rules were established.

The Beast King assigned designated living areas for different tribes. Meanwhile, the forests and wilderness in the northern region remained communal, allowing anyone to hunt freely.

Ye Wulan, sensing Ye Baizhi’s thoughts, spoke up. “Since it belongs to me, it also belongs to you.”

“If you want to use it, take it.”

With that, he handed the land deed to Ye Baizhi. She hesitated, unwilling to accept his property. But Ye Wulan firmly placed it in her hands.

“Listen to me. Take it.”

“My belongings should have always been yours.”

He knew that what he could give her was still too little, and deep down, he felt like he owed her. He didn’t even know how to make up for it.

Seeing how insistent Ye Wulan was, Ye Baizhi had no choice but to accept it.

“That valley is connected to rapeseed fields, so we can harvest the seeds for oil later.”

“Plus, the lush green rapeseed plants can be used for cooking.”

Adding rapeseed greens to soups and noodles would make them taste even better.

“I plan to visit the Rabbit Tribe soon and hire tribe members to cultivate wheat in the valley. By next summer, we’ll be able to harvest it.”

“Once the wheat is collected, I’ll reserve some of the flour as payment for their labor.”

The Rabbit Tribe members would be more receptive to her ideas. Other beastmen wouldn’t know anything about farming—so even if she told them it was possible to cultivate food, they wouldn’t believe her. But farming was unfamiliar to everyone. She would have to teach them.

“Once we have enough flour, we can open a pastry shop and have a stable supply.”

“The wheat seeds from my space yield a high production.”

Ye Wulan enjoyed seeing her enthusiasm—it made him eager for the future. Meanwhile, Da Bao loved the rice cakes and quickly ate two.

“Mom, the pastries are delicious! I want more.”

Ye Baizhi had bought six—she and Ye Wulan each had one. She handed Da Bao the remaining two. “If you like them, I’ll buy some rice and glutinous rice so we can make our own at home.”

After all, they lived in the village, and traveling to the city was inconvenient. Buying ingredients and making the pastries themselves would be a better option.

“Mom’s cooking will taste even better.”

Ye Baizhi would certainly be generous with the ingredients when making rice cakes at home. As they chatted, they made their way to the grain store. Upon entering, they found a variety of grains for sale, including glutinous rice, regular rice, red beans, mung beans, millet, brown rice, and sorghum. However, there were no black or red rice varieties. Still, seeing glutinous rice and regular rice available was already a pleasant surprise. The grains were also sorted by quality.

Since Ye Baizhi planned to plant glutinous rice in her space, she needed a higher-quality variety of glutinous rice. After scanning the shelves, she pointed to a slightly better batch and asked, “How much is this glutinous rice per jin?”

The shop assistant, appearing somewhat arrogant, lazily replied, “This glutinous rice is of better quality—eighty blue spirit stones per jin.”

Although Ye Wulan had previously mentioned the prices, Ye Baizhi still found it expensive. Moreover, the high-quality glutinous rice grains were noticeably small. They were nothing like the improved crop seeds from the post-apocalyptic world.

Ye Baizhi asked, “Isn’t that a bit expensive? Can you lower the price?”

The shop assistant glanced at her dismissively. “That’s the set price.”

“The smaller-grained glutinous rice next to it is fifty blue spirit stones per jin.”

“But if you can’t afford it, you shouldn’t ask so much. Our store sells rare foods—many people are eager to buy them.”

“This batch was transported from the southern region. With winter approaching, merchant caravans will stop coming, and once the mountains are sealed by snow, you won’t be able to buy any.”