Understanding

In a luxurious house in Cairo City, a middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious clothes was lying on a man on the bed and wailing loudly. The man's face was pale, and it was obvious that he was dead. There were a few people that looked like officials who were lying on the floor of the room. The blood under their bodies had turned into a pool, and they were no longer breathing.

"Son! My son!" The woman cried until she was out of breath.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with an angry face and a plump body appeared at the door of the room.

When the woman saw the man, she immediately threw herself into his arms. "Master, you have to take revenge for San'er! San'er only bumped into that monster once, but he was heartless enough to kill our son!"

This man was the Governor of Cairo, Song Yuancheng. He was so upset that he pulled out his knife and hacked at a kneeling servant girl. "What's the use of keeping you? You can't even protect our Master well!"

Originally, he was upset that the thief who stole the name list was able to escape. However, today, his son was killed!

If Ming Zhiyan was still around, he could still create some 'accidents' to take revenge for killing his son!

However, Ming Zhiyan had returned to the Capital, and he did not have many people in the Capital. He could not do anything even if he wanted to!

He knew that Ming Zhiyan was the Emperor's nephew and was highly favored by the Emperor. He had killed many people in the Capital, but every time, he could get away with it. He could not even seek justice for his son in the open!

Nothing that had happened in the past two days had gone smoothly!

He impatiently chopped another servant and said fiercely, "Little Bastard, just you wait!"

...

After changing her clothes, Jian Qingqing thanked the lady boss and followed behind an aunt who was going back after buying some cloth.

To outsiders, she was just a woman who went out with her daughter.

Just like that, Jian Qingqing shook off the people who were following her.

After she was far away from their sight, Jian Qingqing quickly ran to the grain store. Her father was waiting for her there.

From afar, she saw Father Jian looking around in front of the store.

Jian Qingqing raised her hand and shouted, "Father!"

"Hey!" Big Brother Jian immediately saw her and ran over to pick her up.

"How is it? How much did you sell it for?"

"Can you guess?" Jian Qingqing asked a riddle first.

"One tael?" Father Jian asked tentatively.

Jian Qingqing rolled her eyes at her father. "How is that possible? The official salt is already 500 wen per catty."

"Then 900 taels? That salt is so much better than the official salt, and the price is even lower than official salt? Aiya, Daughter, have you been cheated? That person must have seen that you are a child and lied to you. Father already said that you wouldn't let me go with you. How much can a child like you sell for?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Jian Qingqing interrupted her father. "Did I say that the price is even lower than the official salt?"

"Ah?" Jian Dalang turned from sad to happy. "Then... then is there two taels?"

Before Jian Qingqing could answer, he said to himself, "Two taels is not bad. If I buy coarse grains, I can eat them until summer harvest."

"Father, are you satisfied with two taels?"

Jian Dalang knocked Jian Qingqing's forehead, he said unhappily, "My daughter, don't be so ambitious. Usually, our family can not earn two taels of silver a year. If it were not for the famine, do you know how many things two taels of silver can buy?

"Let's not talk about other things. Look at the refugees on the street. If they had two taels of silver, they wouldn't have to leave their hometown to escape from the famine."

Indeed, the streets were full of refugees who came to escape from the famine. There was one near the grain store every few steps.

In fact, she had always looked down on the people of this era.

She felt that as a modern person with a modern kitchen and abundant resources, it was easy to earn two taels of silver in this ancient era where resources were scarce. It was only a matter of time before she could lead a rich life with her family.

However, she was not as powerful as she imagined. She had been here for more than ten days, but she had been eating her savings, fantasizing about becoming rich by relying on crops that did not belong to this era.

What if her Spatial Kitchen did not follow her? Could she live a life where she could only eat wild vegetables without oil and salt?

Even if she had the Spatial Kitchen, she could only hide and eat secretly. She could not show it to her family who loved her.

She was wrong. She should be respectful and humble to this era.

The knowledge in her mind and the food that did not belong to this era should not be a reason for her to be proud, nor should it be limited to making a family or a village rich. She should use these powerful weapons. She should leave something for this era, or at least not make the streets full of people who ran away to beg.

Jian Qingqing was not someone who could not admit her mistakes. After thinking through all this, she felt that her heart had suddenly opened up a lot.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was too proud."

"What? What are you proud of?" Jian Dalang was confused.

Jian Qingqing blinked her eyes and did not intend to explain.

She revealed the silver wrapped in her clothes and showed it to him.