Ghostly Masked Prince Xiao

The third day after arriving in ancient times, Chu Qing-Yan finally understood the meaning to things received on paper always feel shallow (1). She realized that this matter, she must personally undertake.

It's good that she had ideas, but putting it into action was very difficult.

What crossbreeding for rice paddy. What fertilizer as king. What construction business to be rich. Keep daydreaming!

Originally, she thought that relying on her hands to be rich would be an easy matter, but looking at her hands that, because of long-term malnutrition, couldn't even truss a chicken, Chu Qing-Yan felt very much defeated.

Without the conditions, without money, even feeding the stomach was a problem.

Chu Qing-Yan rubbed her stomach, she seemed to be hungry again. There was almost no food left to cook at home. Everyday, able to drink a bowl of gruel with several grains of rice was already considered pretty good. With only four bare walls for a home, their degree of poverty had already exceeded her imagination.

Just when Chu Qing-Yan was heaving deep sighs, a round, dirty steamed bun appeared in front of her. She stared blankly, then couldn't help but follow that steamed bun to look up. She only saw her father smiling brilliantly like sunshine, looking at her in a manner of trying to win her favor.

"Daddy, where did you get this from?" In the next instant, Chu Qing-Yan's heart tightened. Could it be that Daddy had once again s.n.a.t.c.hed someone else's things!

One couldn't blame Chu Qing-Yan for thinking this way. Within these three days, everyday, she had followed behind her daddy to clean up his messes. If it wasn't b.u.mping into the clothing rack of the family in the west, then it was chasing after the landlord's dog. Her pitiful wounds still hadn't healed, and she had to follow him, wandering about the entire village. At all times, she stood guard at her dad's side, otherwise, the money Mom made from washing other people's laundry wasn't even enough to pay out in compensation.