Chapter 97: Money Can’t Buy Foreknowledge

“Oops, I forgot to find someone to mill the corn into flour.”

She usually mixed corn flour with vegetable leaves to feed the chickens and pigs, which made them grow incredibly fast.

However, both chickens and pigs shouldn’t just eat grains or vegetables; their growth also required a balanced diet. Without the corn being milled into flour, this was a bit troublesome.

Since there was a blender in the supermarket, Hu Zhaodi decided to use it, grinding the corn into flour bit by bit.

But this process was too slow, and Hu Zhaodi, frustrated, scratched her head.

She grabbed a handful of corn kernels, thinking she’d have to find someone tomorrow to mill them.

Without realizing it, she unconsciously used her internal energy, crushing the kernels into powder.

Seeing the corn turned to powder in her hand, Hu Zhaodi grinned.

She quickly scooped up another handful of corn kernels, using her internal energy to crush them into powder immediately.

“This is faster than the blender!” she thought. “Maybe I can use this method to practice my internal energy too.”

With that thought, she continued using her internal energy, grinding the corn kernels into powder.

Soon, she grew impatient with grinding handfuls of corn and decided to stick both hands into the bag of corn. She placed her palms together, activated her internal energy, and watched as the kernels turned into flour in an instant.

By the time she finished grinding an entire bag of corn, her already limited internal energy was completely drained, leaving her feeling exhausted.

Staggering to the Spirit Spring, she drank some of its water and then collapsed on the ground, sitting down to rest and recover her energy.

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The Next Day.

At the crack of dawn, the rooster in her space began crowing, waking Hu Zhaodi from her rest.

She stretched lazily and checked her internal energy, surprised to find that after just one night, her internal energy had increased noticeably.

This was even better than sitting and meditating in her room.

As the sky began to brighten, Hu Zhaodi quickly went to the supermarket to grab four large stainless-steel bowls. She then went to her room to get a cutting board and a knife.

With a thought, a large amount of fresh vegetables appeared around her: cabbage, pumpkins, water spinach, and greens.

Wielding her knife, Hu Zhaodi chopped the vegetables quickly, her hands moving so fast that only the blur of her wrist could be seen.

Once the vegetables were chopped, she poured some corn flour into each of the four bowls, added some Spirit Spring water, and mixed them together. Using her mind, she sent the mixture to feed the wild boars and chickens.

Watching the animals eat contentedly, Hu Zhaodi muttered, “I wonder if the chickens and wild boars will taste even better since I added Spirit Spring water.”

Realizing time was running out, she hurriedly exited the space.

She opened her room door and found it was already daylight.

Though she hadn’t slept all night, Hu Zhaodi didn’t feel tired at all—in fact, she felt energized.

After breakfast, Hu Zhaodi didn’t head to the small pine forest. She knew the wild boars and chickens couldn’t keep eating the supermarket’s vegetables forever.

Even though the supermarket could automatically replenish the food, if that feature disappeared one day, and a famine occurred, there would be no way to get more supplies.

In this ancient world, famines were common, so it was something she had to plan for!

She told the Ji family members she was heading out, then grabbed a sickle, a hoe, and a hatchet, slinging a basket over her back as she made her way up the mountain.

Although it was late autumn and much of the grass the pigs and chickens could eat had withered, there were still patches of green wild grasses near the riverbank. As long as they weren’t toxic, she could collect them to feed the animals.

If she really couldn’t find enough grass to cut, Hu Zhaodi thought, she could always clear a patch of land in her space and plant some radishes and cabbages. She could water them with Spirit Spring water, and in a few days, they’d be ready to harvest to feed the pigs and chickens.

However, after walking around the riverbank, Hu Zhaodi didn’t manage to gather much pig feed.

With over thirty wild boars and twenty-odd chickens, the small amount of grass she could gather wouldn’t be enough for a day’s worth of food.

Her frown deepened as she realized that she would need to buy more land and grow more food. Otherwise, she’d be forced to keep buying food to feed her livestock, which would become quite costly.

Unfortunately, her space wasn’t large enough right now; otherwise, she wouldn’t have to worry about buying land.

Since she wasn’t able to gather enough grass, Hu Zhaodi decided to throw the little she had into the space and then go into the mountains.

Once in the mountains, Hu Zhaodi dug up medicinal herbs and caught any prey she came across.

She sent any captured animals into the space to raise and breed them.

Not bothering to return home for lunch, she found a spot in the mountains and directly entered her space, where she quickly boiled some instant noodles and added two sausages to fill her stomach.

After eating, she continued wandering the mountains. However, she didn’t summon the wolf pack, since she wanted to catch some prey to raise in the space for breeding. With the wolves around, she wouldn’t be able to catch anything.

Today, her luck was particularly good. She not only captured a nest of wild rabbits but also caught two wild chickens—one male and one female—and nine wild eggs.

She sent all of them into the space. The wild eggs, however, weren’t for eating—she intended to hatch them into chicks.

In addition, she found a very healthy wild ginseng, which looked to be about a hundred years old. She carefully transplanted it into the space.

It wasn’t until just before dinner that Hu Zhaodi returned to the Ji household.

At the dinner table, she spoke up, “Uncle Ji, I want to buy some land to grow food. Once the house is built, I plan to raise more livestock. Can you help me allocate some land?”

Uncle Ji nodded. “Allocating land is no problem. How much of land do you need?”

Hu Zhaodi furrowed her brows as she thought for a moment. “Let’s start with fifty acres. If that’s not enough, we can talk about it later.”

Everyone at the Ji household nearly dropped their jaws.

Uncle Ji’s voice changed. “Fifty acres?????”