“Wha—what did I do?”

Zhao Chunmei widened her eyes, playing dumb.

“Still pretending? My brother told me everything! You tried to tamper with the Jiang family’s work points, and when he caught you, you went ahead and changed all their points to the maximum!

You stupid woman, are you trying to ruin me? Even if the Jiangs didn’t notice, do you think Yang Zhijun wouldn’t find out? If this gets exposed, I can kiss my position as village chief goodbye!”

Village Chief Liu Quanxing was fuming.

But Zhao Chunmei wasn’t bothered. “So what if Yang Zhijun finds out?”

“So what?!”

Liu Quanxing nearly coughed up blood.

“How can you even ask that? Don’t you remember why I became village chief in the first place? Back then…

You know exactly what happened—we crossed the Yang family! You think Yang Zhijun doesn’t want revenge?”

At that, Zhao Chunmei froze, recalling the past.

“Well, the matter’s settled now. At worst, next time I’ll just—”

Before she could finish, Liu Quanxing broke into a fit of coughing. “You—you still think there’ll be a next time? I don’t get it—do you have nothing better to do at home? Why keep picking fights with the Jiang family and dragging me into your mess?”

He truly couldn’t understand. Jiang An’an was diligent and capable—once she married into their family, she could take care of his simple-minded son. Yet this foolish woman had to go and ruin it.

What was the point?

“It’s just that…”—she wanted to force Jiang An’an to beg, so she’d marry Zhao Eryan.

Zhao Chunmei cut herself off before finishing. If her husband found out about this, he’d definitely cut ties between her and her family.

“Just what?” Liu Quanxing turned to glare at her.

“It’s just that Jiang An’an made me apologize over the village loudspeaker last time. I couldn’t swallow my pride, so I…”

Zhao Chunmei gritted her teeth.

“I don’t even know what to say to you! From now on, stay away from the Jiang family, and stop causing trouble for me. Otherwise, we’re done!”

With that ultimatum, Liu Quanxing stomped off to lie down on the kang.

Zhao Chunmei agreed outwardly and followed him, but deep down, she had other plans.

If it weren’t for saving her brother, would she have gone to such lengths?

Stay away from the Jiang family?

Not likely.

Jiang An’an had to marry Zhao Eryan—and soon.

…

Meanwhile, at the Jiang household.

Jiang An’an was planning to use her only free time at noon tomorrow to sneak into town and sell some goods from her space. But first, she needed to pick out what to take.

The problem was, the entire Jiang family was around. If she suddenly disappeared into her space, wouldn’t they freak out?

After some thought, she quietly announced she was going to take a bath.

The Jiangs didn’t have a dedicated bathing area—they just heated water and used a bucket in their room while everyone else stepped out.

Luckily, no one questioned why she suddenly wanted to bathe. After the day’s events, the family was more than happy to let her do as she pleased.

Carrying a bucket of water into her room, Jiang An’an shut the door, quickly washed up, dressed, and then slipped into her space.

The WowMart supermarket was still there.

Scanning for items that could be sold in this era, she ruled out anything with modern packaging—only bulk food, clothing, and daily necessities would work.

That meant oil was out since she didn’t have suitable containers. Flour and rice could be packed in cloth sacks, but making a long trip just to sell those didn’t seem worth it.

Jiang An’an’s gaze swept around until it landed on the clothing section.

Back when she worked as a warehouse keeper, she vaguely remembered a batch of defective socks being delivered—stock that the procurement manager had been scammed into buying.

She walked over and, sure enough, found several large bags of discarded socks.

They came in various patterns but were extremely thin and made of poor-quality material.

But “poor-quality” was relative to modern standards. In 1979, these socks were actually pretty decent.

I’ll take ten pairs and see if they sell. If not, the Jiang family can wear them. At least that won’t violate the “must resell within 24 hours” rule.

Once she decided what to bring, Jiang An’an wandered outside the warehouse. The land looked fertile—the only downside was the lack of fresh produce. Maybe I should grow some?

But the warehouse didn’t have seeds, and even if it did, she couldn’t use them herself—everything had to be resold.

I’ll see if I can get some seeds tomorrow.

Just as she was lost in thought, she heard faint noises outside the space.

Did someone come in?

If anyone discovered her sudden disappearance, she’d be in serious trouble!

With a thought, she exited the space.

Luckily, no one had entered—it was just someone knocking.

The original host’s eldest sister-in-law.

“An’an, are you okay?”

Her voice was laced with concern.

“I’m fine, sis! Just finished bathing!”

Jiang An’an quickly responded before opening the door.

Yang Shulan, the sister-in-law, nearly jumped in surprise but relaxed when she saw her sister-in-law unharmed.

She had been sitting on a stool outside the door and, after hearing no movement for a while, had started to worry.

“Good, I was afraid you’d catch a chill.”

The temperature in Sihe Village dropped sharply at night—scorching during the day but chilly after dark.

Jiang An’an smiled awkwardly.

Guess I’ll have to make my space trips quicker next time.

“An’—”

Yang Shulan started to say something but suddenly winced, clutching her stomach, her forehead beading with sweat.

Jiang An’an frowned. Having been a doctor in her past life, she could tell at a glance how serious a condition was.

And her sister-in-law’s case? Pretty serious.

“Sister-in-law, are you okay? Let’s get you inside to lie down!”

While helping her in, Jiang An’an discreetly checked her pulse—digestive issues, likely from eating something harmful and ignoring it until it worsened.

“It’s nothing, just an old problem. I’ll be fine after resting a bit.”

Yang Shulan forced the words out weakly, clearly in pain.

“Sister-in-law, this isn’t something that’ll just pass. You—”

Before Jiang An’an could finish, Yang Shulan cut in, “Really, I’m fine. Don’t worry. It’s late—you should sleep. I’ll go check on your brother…”

With that, she stood and left.

Watching her go, Jiang An’an suddenly remembered something—the warehouse had a small storage room full of medicine. She’d seen it earlier, and there might be something there to treat Yang Shulan’s condition.

Thank goodness I secretly ran a clinic as a side gig back then. Otherwise, I’d have no way to get medicine now.

Meanwhile, Yang Shulan stepped outside, quietly wiping away tears.

She knew something was wrong with her body, but the family had no money for treatment.

If I have to die… at least let me live long enough to give birth first.