Chapter 20 Mad Shopping_1
Two rooms, two beds, Mo Yan shared the slightly smaller room with Mo Xin, leaving Mo Qingze and his son to sleep in the other room. Even though there were no blankets on the beds, it was much better than sleeping on the ground as they had before. On the first night in their new home, they all slept exceptionally well.
When Mo Yan woke up, Mo Qingze had already prepared the meal.
After breakfast, Mo Yan opened her small bundle and took out all her silver coins to count them carefully. She found that she had just over four taels of silver left. Money really didn’t last long; just the rent and deposit from the day before had used up two taels.
She wasn’t worried about money. Right now, the most important thing was to upgrade the Space. As long as the Space was upgraded by one level, not only would its area increase manifold, but it would also nurture a Spiritual Spring that could hasten the growth of all things. Moreover, she would be able to take items out with her thoughts alone, which meant she wouldn’t have to enter the Space to retrieve things, very convenient indeed.
Upgrading the Space was not easy and required two conditions to be met. First, there must be sufficient Spiritual Energy; second, the transparent bead in the Space needed to be covered in red lines. Spiritual Energy was easy to come by; she just needed to keep planting crops. Red lines, however, were difficult to obtain. She had helped the grandfather and grandson of the Li family before, and two red lines appeared on the bead. In fact, to fill the entire bead, she had to help at least a hundred people.
But such things couldn’t be rushed. After thinking about it for a while, Mo Yan set the thought aside. She took all she owned, dragging her father and siblings to the street for their first mad shopping spree in this different world.
Their first purchase was blankets. They needed four cotton blankets for two beds. Mo Yan thought one or two pieces of silver would more than suffice, but cotton production here was low, and the prices were always high. Cotton blankets made of old cotton cost three hundred fifty Wen, and those made of new cotton cost five hundred Wen.
Mo Qingze, unaware of how much money his daughter had, reacted reflexively to the hefty price tag, "Yanyan, let’s wait until your father has earned some money before we buy them."