Chapter 137: Far From It
“That’s enough. Stop talking.” An Jiuyue interrupted Wei Na.
“You don’t need to eat or drink, so why are you so concerned with me earning money? Are you earning it, or am I? I’m starting to suspect that you want to break free from the space and escape.”
Wei Na was shocked. To be honest, it never contemplated escaping.
It guaranteed hurriedly, “Master, I don’t have such thoughts. Absolutely not!”
I’m an inhabitant of the microcosmic space! Can I even survive outside if I escaped? Why would I run out if I’m doing fine inside?!!
I will not say anything about the Points Mall anymore, okay? Master can exchange the points for whatever she wants. I will not breathe a word about it.
“Can’t hear you,” An Jiuyue replied indifferently.
Of course, she knew that Wei Na objected to exchanging the mushrooms for points because it wanted her to sell them for money—it was for her own good.
However, money was not what she needed the most now. She needed more utilizable lands inside the space.
Wei Na thought for a moment before saying, “Master, I’ve done some rough calculations. We can exchange that pile of mushrooms for about 5,000 points. However, we’ll still be far from having enough to reclaim the first pasture.”
An Jiuyue fell silent.
That’s right. Even if I exchange all the mushrooms for points, there won’t be enough points for even half a pasture. This is the main problem.
“It’s okay. I’ll start teaching Zheng’er and Rong’er from tomorrow onwards. They’re at the age where they should receive some rudimentary education. They can earn points too. We’ll take it slow and earn the other points. We’ll be able to reclaim the first piece of pasture somehow.”
She was not in a hurry. Everything required time.
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Several pale-faced men and women coughed continuously in a newly built straw shed. They were sick and had been chased out by the villagers to live in this straw shed.
There were also some men and women who appeared better. They were the family members of the sick and were also chased out to live here.
Regardless of whether they were infected or not, everyone looked sallow. Some had cried for a few days as they could not take it anymore.
One of the women wore a worried expression.
She wiped her tears secretly as she asked faintly, “What should we do? Are we really going to die here?”
Many people in their village had already contracted the disease. People were chased out to live in the straw shed almost every day.
A woman walked in with a bowl of muddy-looking soup.
“Hmph!” she snorted loudly when she saw the other woman crying again and looked at the bowl of soup in her hand in disdain.
It was not medicine but a bowl of wild vegetable soup. However, there were very few wild vegetables in it. She could only vaguely see a few vegetables floating on top.
She wanted to eat her fill, but she had no other options. It was already good enough to have a bowl of wild vegetable soup here.
“If you weren’t useless, I would’ve brought you all to live in the An Clan Village long ago! We would be living a good life now instead of being here with an old thing who’s half dead!”