Transmigrated into the role of the matriarch, I ensured my family had enough to eat and wear during

Before Tang Susu could recover from the shock of "triggering the system," the cute little girl voice in her mind rang out again, and then a color LCD screen appeared out of thin air in front of her.

The screen clearly showed the rice paddies, with a few clumps of lush green shepherd's purse beside the ditches and fields circled by pink bubbles. Below them was a sign that read: "Wild shepherd's purse, edible and medicinal, priced at three stalks for one coin."

She blinked in surprise, but the screen didn't disappear; instead, it moved with her gaze.

Tang Susu composed herself, tentatively walked to the shepherd's purse, bent down and picked 12 stalks, holding them in her hand.

Just as she settled the wild vegetables, the little girl's voice rang out again: [Ding-dong! 12 wild shepherd's purse plants detected, totaling 4 coins. Sell now?]

"For sale," Tang Susu silently thought to herself.

The next second, the shepherd's purse in my hand suddenly disappeared, replaced by nine copper coins with slightly worn edges, the cool touch coming from my palm.

She opened her hand and looked at the copper coin; her eyes lit up instantly—this system was actually real, and she could exchange it for money directly!

Before she could think about it, the LCD screen changed again, displaying a dense array of product icons, much like a modern shopping platform.

Prices for goods were all marked in "wen": vegetarian buns were one wen each, bottled water was one wen a bottle, meat buns were two wen each, and there were also rice, flour, oil, salt, medicine, farm tools...

Tang Susu's stomach rumbled, and she ordered vegetarian buns without hesitation. A steaming white bun immediately appeared in her hand.

The buns had soft, fluffy skin, and each bite was bursting with the aroma of fresh vegetables—a hundred times better than the wild vegetable porridge I'd just had.

She finished her meal in a few bites, then spent two coins to buy a can of eight-treasure porridge. The sweet and sticky porridge slid down her throat, instantly relieving her hunger and even lightening the pain in her head.

Tang Susu rubbed her stomach, her eyes hardening: "Let's earn more money first and solve our current predicament!"

She had just bent down to pick some more shepherd's purse when she heard a shrill shout behind her: "Which shameless slut dares to steal my grain!"

Tang Susu turned around and saw a woman in a gray cloth shirt, with a round waist and a plump body, rushing over. It was Aunt Liu from next door.

In the original owner's memory, Aunt Liu and her family had always been at odds, and they were always picking fights and finding fault with each other.

Aunt Liu ran over and, recognizing her, immediately raised her voice: "Everyone, come quick! Sister Yang is stealing my grain again!"

Hearing the commotion, the villagers working in the surrounding fields gathered around and started talking amongst themselves.

"Why is Sister Yang stealing again? Didn't she steal eggs from Second Aunt's house before?"

"Is he trying to curry favor with his second aunt again by stealing grain to send over?"

"She's no good without a man to keep her in check; she's always up to no good, just stealing and cheating!"

Tang Susu's face turned cold. Holding up the shepherd's purse in her hand, she retorted in a clear voice, "Fellow villagers, look carefully. Is that grain I'm holding? What, can't you tell the difference between wild vegetables and grain?"

The villagers gathered around and saw that she was indeed holding several lush green shepherd's purse plants.

This stuff is usually not eaten; it's mostly used as pig feed for poultry. It tastes bitter and astringent.

The murmurs immediately subsided, and some people even quietly took two steps back, clearly thinking that Aunt Liu had misunderstood.

Aunt Liu, however, was undeterred. She put her hands on her hips and continued her tantrum: "You don't raise any poultry, so why are you stealing pig feed? I think you're just using this as an excuse to steal my grain!"

Tang Susu sneered inwardly, but deliberately put on a wronged expression and sighed, "Aunt Liu, you're wrong. My family doesn't even have bran to eat right now. My two sons and brothers are crying from hunger. I can only bring back some pig feed to cook for them to fill their stomachs."

As she spoke, she deliberately tugged at the white cloth wrapped around her head, revealing a faint wound beneath, her voice trembling with tears: "If you fellow villagers think this pig feed is insignificant, you must have plenty of grain stored up at home. My family is truly starving, so why don't you lend me some grain? I promise to repay you double next year when the harvest is good!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers' expressions changed.

In years of famine, lending grain is like lending one's life; no one is willing to lend out their only remaining grain.

The crowd that had been watching the spectacle just moments before vanished without a trace, not daring to utter a single unnecessary word.

Aunt Liu choked for a moment, then spat out, "Dream on! No way you're going to borrow grain!"

After saying that, he quickly retreated back to his own field to work, afraid of being bothered by Tang Susu.

Tang Susu watched the backs of the crowd, a slight smile playing on her lips. She picked up the shepherd's purse that had been thrown on the ground, turned around, and went back to her own field to continue digging.

The sun was getting stronger and stronger, scorching my back, and sweat streamed down my face, soaking my clothes.

Tang Susu bent over to pull at the shepherd's purse, her back aching and sore, and her fingers were cut in several places by the serrated edges of the wild vegetables.

But she didn't stop, keeping the system's notification in mind—every extra wild vegetable she picked would earn her a few more cents, and her family would have one more bite to eat.

After an unknown amount of time, the system suddenly notified: [Ding! You have earned a total of 90 coins from selling wild vegetables!]

Tang Susu straightened up, rubbed her aching back, and immediately searched for "injury medicine" in the system.

The wound on the original owner's head hasn't been treated yet; if it's not treated soon, it might get infected.

She found a hemostatic and anti-inflammatory ointment, priced at 70 coins, and gritted her teeth to buy it—instantly she had a small porcelain bottle in her hand.

She carefully tucked the remaining 20 copper coins into her bosom; these were hard-earned money, and she couldn't bear to spend another penny.

As darkness fell, Tang Susu rubbed her still aching head and headed home with the remaining shepherd's purse.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard soft voices coming from inside the house.

"Uncle, this wild vegetable broth tastes really good today. I'm finally not hungry anymore."

"Yes, it's much thinner than yesterday's; it's enough to make you half full."

She pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard. The light in the main room was dim, and four people were sitting around the wooden table.

17-year-old Tang Lifu was wearing patched clothes and holding a broken hoe, clearly having just finished working.

Fifteen-year-old Tang Liqiang was strong and sturdy, almost as tall as an adult, and was wiping a carrying pole with his head down.

The eldest son, Yang Gousheng, was 14 years old, with bright eyes, clutching a few pieces of firewood in his hand;

The 9-year-old second son, Yang Xiaobao, was the thinnest and skinny, and was hugging a chipped, broken bowl, licking the black scum left at the bottom of the bowl.

Upon seeing Tang Susu enter, the four of them immediately stood up, their movements so synchronized as if they had been trained.

Tang Lifu quickly stepped forward, his tone full of concern: "Sister, are you tired? Come and rest for a while."

Tang Liqiang scratched his head and reported in a low voice, "Sister, I filled the water tank."

Yang Gousheng held up the firewood in his hand: "Mother, I went to the back mountain and collected two bundles of firewood, enough to burn for two days."

Yang Xiaobao spoke in the softest voice, timidly saying, "Mom, I also picked some wild vegetables and put them in the corner."

Tang Susu looked at them and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

In modern times, 17-year-olds are still studying in classrooms, and 9-year-olds are still being pampered in their parents' arms, but her family members have long taken on household chores and can't even get a full meal.

Just then, a loli voice suddenly rang in my mind:

[Ding-dong! Wild chickweed found!]

[Ding-dong! Wild matsutake mushrooms found!]

Tang Susu looked in the direction indicated by the system and saw a small pile of wild vegetables in the corner of the main room, which was the "wild vegetables that Yang Xiaobao had just mentioned".

She went over and saw that there were chickweed and several white mushrooms inside.

The system screen immediately popped up, displaying the price:

Wild goosegrass, 25 yuan per pound

Wild matsutake mushrooms, 100 coins per pound.

Tang Susu was stunned, both shocked and angry. She had spent most of the day digging for shepherd's purse and only earned 90 coins, while Yang Xiaobao had casually picked such valuable things among the wild vegetables!

She suddenly realized that finding the right type of wild vegetable was much more profitable than blindly digging for shepherd's purse.