Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Wang Guifen stared at the large basket on Sun Shouzhen's back, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

She didn't know what was inside, but it was a huge bag full of things.

"Give it to me!" Wang Guifen, relying on her strong build, reached out to grab the straps of the basket. "This belongs to the Meng family; once it enters the Meng family's gate, it's mine!"

Sun Shouzhen instinctively dodged to the side, protecting his basket. As a doctor, he was physically weak, and when bumped by Wang Guifen, a shrew who had worked in the fields for many years, he stumbled and almost fell into the pile of chicken droppings next to him.

"You old hag, still dare to hide?" Wang Guifen cursed, spitting as she spoke. "That little bastard stole money from the family to support his lover, and now he's brought this old hag back to freeload. Does he really think the Meng family has no one left?"

Her large, thin, dark hand was about to grab the oilcloth covering the basket on her back.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

It wasn't the sound of a brick hitting a person, but rather the sound of a brick hitting the whetstone at Wang Guifen's feet.

The hard bluestone whetstone shattered into pieces on the spot, and the shards splashed all over Wang Guifen's trouser leg.

Wang Guifen's movements froze in mid-air. Her hand was less than half an inch from the basket on her back, but she dared not reach down any further. She lowered her head, looking at the half-red brick that had turned to dust at her feet, and made a "clucking" sound in her throat, like an old hen being strangled.

Meng Yaya patted the red brick dust off her hands and walked over to Wang Guifen with her short legs.

She was so short that she had to look up to see Wang Guifen's chin.

"Want it?" Meng Yaya pointed to the rubble on the ground, "Or do you want to be like this stone?"

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Meng Jingui and Meng Jianjun, who were watching the commotion from the main doorway, both shrank back. The pain from their broken wrists and smashed noses was still lingering; this girl was a monster!

Wang Guifen's face twitched three times; greed ultimately couldn't overcome fear. She abruptly withdrew her hand, took two steps back, and pointed at Lin Wanrou with a fierce but weak expression: "Fine...fine! You two are something else! Just wait, when the third son comes back, let's see how you explain yourselves!"

After saying that, she turned and ran, so fast it was as if a wolf was chasing her.

"Useless thing." Meng Yaya looked at the tightly closed door of the main room and snorted.

She turned around, the murderous aura from before instantly vanishing, replaced by a soft and gentle demeanor. She waved to the still-shaken Lin Wanrou, "Mom, come in, there's something good."

The three of them went into the east room.

Sun Shouzhen slammed the broken door shut and braced it against the wooden stick blocking the door.

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of the setting sun filtering through the window.

Meng Yaya climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and directed Sun Shouzhen to place the basket on the kang table.

"Lift it up," Meng Yaya said.

Sun Shouzhen rubbed his sore shoulders, muttering "I'm a doctor, not a porter," but still did as he was told to lift the dirty oilcloth.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the entire dimly lit room seemed to brighten up a bit.

Two brand-new cotton-padded jackets were neatly folded and lay quietly in the basket.

The floral blue fabric gleamed softly even in the dim light. The stitches were fine and even, clearly showing careful craftsmanship. Thick cotton filling inside made it look warm and cozy.

Lin Wanrou was stunned.

The sewing basket in her hand fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed), making a slight sound.

"This..." She reached out her hand tremblingly, but pulled it back abruptly before touching the clothes, and vigorously wiped her hands on her old clothes full of patches.

They were afraid that the rough calluses on their hands would scratch the precious material.

"Try it." Meng Yaya picked up the larger one and shook it open.

The fabric is a blend of polyester and cotton, and it feels smooth to the touch. Although old man Sun Shouzhen is a chatterbox, his craftsmanship is impeccable. If this were in later generations, it would definitely be considered high-end bespoke work.

"For...for me?" Lin Wanrou's voice was hoarse, and her eyes instantly reddened. "Ya Ya, how much did this cost...Mom doesn't need new clothes, she can alter the old ones and still wear them..."

"The old ones are all rotten like fishing nets." Meng Yaya stuffed the cotton-padded coat into Lin Wanrou's arms without allowing any refusal. "You're going to Beiping. Dressing like a beggar is an embarrassment to my father."

The phrase "You've disgraced my father" struck Lin Wanrou's weak spot precisely.

She bit her lip, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell in a steady stream onto her new clothes. She quickly reached out to wipe them away, afraid of getting them dirty.

Urged by Meng Yaya, Lin Wanrou took off her tattered cotton-padded jacket that she had worn for who knows how many years and put on new clothes.

The size is just right.

The dress cinched at the waist, accentuating her slender figure. The blue floral print added a touch of vibrancy to her otherwise pale complexion. The dress perfectly highlighted seven or eight tenths of her gentle, graceful charm characteristic of women from southern China.

"It looks good." Meng Yaya nodded with a smile, her eyes crinkling.

She quickly put on the small-sized cotton-padded jacket herself.

Two people, one big and one small, sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), wearing matching new clothes.

Sun Shouzhen squatted by the stove, tending the fire. He glanced back and snorted, "That's right, don't you even know whose skill it is? It's only because he's fallen on hard times now. Back in the capital, how many high-ranking officials and nobles begged this old man..."

"Begging you to make clothes for me?" Meng Yaya added insult to injury.

Sun Shouzhen choked for a moment, stuffed the firewood in his hand into the stove, and fell silent.

Dinner was simple, yet also extravagant.

After reheating the remaining chicken soup, Meng Yaya secretly took out a few white steamed buns from her spatial storage and baked them until they were golden brown and crispy.

A family of three... or rather, two people and a farmhand, sat around the kang table, eating with their mouths full of oil.

Outside, the cold wind howled, while inside, it was warm and cozy.

Lin Wanrou touched her thick new cotton-padded coat and ate the fragrant chicken, feeling as if she were in a dream.

"Ya Ya." Lin Wanrou put down her chopsticks, looking somewhat uneasy. "Your grandma and the others will definitely not let this go when they see us bringing things back. Tomorrow..."

"Bring it on, I'll deal with it." Meng Yaya chewed on a chicken leg bone, her teeth making a crunching sound as if she were chewing on cartilage. "When the water comes, I'll cover it up. Mom, you just need to focus on getting better. If anyone dares to lay a hand on me, I'll chop off their hand."

Her body is now nourished by the food in the space, and her strength is increasing every day.

As long as she doesn't encounter any guns again, she can roam freely in this surrounding area.

Late at night.

Lin Wanrou held Meng Yaya as they slept on the warm kang (heated brick bed). The scent of fresh cotton carried the fragrance of sunshine, bringing a sense of peace.

Meng Yaya, however, did not sleep.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the space.

The two plots of black soil were now covered with the collected herb seeds. Driven by the spiritual energy of the space, those herbs that would normally take several years to grow outside had already sprouted tender green shoots.

"We still need to make money," Meng Yaya thought to herself. "Relying solely on selling ginseng isn't a long-term solution; it's too conspicuous. We need to get Old Man Sun to put his medical skills to good use."

Just then, a series of rustling footsteps came from the courtyard.

The sound was very soft, but in the quiet night, it could not escape the ears of the superhuman.

Meng Yaya suddenly opened her eyes.

She gently pried Lin Wanrou's hand off her body and, like a nimble cat, rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed).

Through the hole in the window paper, she saw a figure sneaking towards the east room in the courtyard. The moonlight illuminated half of the person's face.