This inexplicable atmosphere truly left her feeling at a loss.
She sat down and, in an instant, she vanished from the spot.
At this moment, she was inside the system. She prepared some slips of paper and wrote several big characters on them before she finally calmed herself down.
Time was abundant within the system, so she wasn’t worried about sleeping late. Her routine was stable, heading to bed around nine o’clock punctually, as she needed to rise early in the morning.
She took out two pre-made thousand-layered soles, very sturdy. She would make these when she had nothing else to do, and had already assembled a boxful, ready to be used when she needed to make shoes.
Grabbing a ball of yarn, she tossed it onto the table like a cat, watching it roll around before picking up knitting needles and starting her work. She wanted to knit a pair of slippers; in her previous life, she had made many, earning 3 yuan a pair. Working overtime, she could produce several pairs in one night, which was enough to cover her daily expenses. This was her favorite job, apart from the clothing factory, in her past life.
The money from making slippers was immediate, paid by quantity—the more she made, the more she earned. Sometimes when her salary from the factory wasn’t released yet, she almost solely relied on this craft for a living.
She knitted quickly, her fingers the only thing moving. Soon, the upper part of the slipper was finished, in a light camel color, made from leftover yarn from her elder brother’s sweater. If it wasn’t enough, she would have to buy more from the system, but the sight of her single-digit Gold Coins pained her heart with each glance.
Yawning, she felt quite sleepy, but nonetheless persisted and completed the slippers. After finishing, she tried them on; they were a large size, because Jian Zhiqing’s feet were rather large, around size 46, almost double the size of her own – she was currently wearing size 34. It would become increasingly difficult to buy shoes in the future.
Having placed the finished slippers in order, she also exited the system. After a busy day, she hadn’t touched the Qingming River Painting embroidery at all. Never mind, she was tired. Let it be for today. There would be time in the future. She couldn’t become fat in a day, nor could she finish embroidering the Qingming River Painting in a single day. It was a long and complex process.
The so-called witnessing of miracles would take years to happen.
In the morning, the habitual natural alarm clock indicated bad weather outside as Qin Xiangnuan felt it might rain when she left her bed. These days in Capital City, it rained every other day. To others, it might be nothing, but to someone like her, engaged in small business, it was truly...
She opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, prompting her to quickly embrace her arms and then shut the door. After a while, she came out again, wearing an additional piece of clothing, but the outside wind was still cold. It was nearly April, yet the wind felt like the bitter northern gale of late winter, whistling sharply and nipping at the skin with each passing draft, bringing a raw ache. A few days back, she stopped wearing her cotton-padded jacket and had thought about taking it off completely. However, she now realized she needed to wear it for several more days.
She walked into the kitchen and first checked the stove; fortunately, it was not extinguished, and merely needed a change of coal briquette.
After picking up a piece of honeycomb coal, she took out the half-burned briquette, placed the new one at the bottom, and then put the previously used coal on top, before opening the stove. By the time she returned from the park, the coal should be burning fiercely.