After these words were spoken, with a ding, indeed, the task panel had disappeared, and in its place, a store appeared. Each grid displayed an item with a price tag. Qin Xiangnuan discovered that the prices here were equivalent to real-world prices. There was no haggling, and some items could indeed only be bought with gold coins. Suddenly, her account showed an additional 1,000 gold coins, presumably the value given for the Qingming River Painting.
1,000 gold coins, half a year for her, six years for the system.
Actually, it wasn’t a loss at all.
However, she had always grown up under the system’s compulsion, never having a day of relaxation, always cautiously and diligently completing the tasks given by the system. The system was not just bound to her life, but was her teacher, her relative, her elder. Suddenly, the system changed , no, it transformed into a store, and she didn’t know where this feeling of reluctance came from. In any case, it felt like something important was lost, leaving a void in her heart.
She exited the system and also took out the suit, planning to have Jian Zhiqing deliver it to Jian Ming tomorrow. Sitting at the table, she prepared her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Then, taking the brush in hand, she wrote in one fluid motion.
Lofty mountains are admirable, as are people who travel great distances.
She repeatedly observed these characters, which were now more forceful than before. This was her right-hand writing, and suddenly, she laughed, having realized something.
In life, there is no feast that doesn’t end. The system has nurtured her for so many years, and that’s enough. She has graduated, and the system can rest now. Moreover, the system hasn’t left, has it? It just transformed into another form, still accompanying her. Furthermore, she still can sell her own embroidery to the system, and if she has improved, the system will give her more gold coins. If she fails, then she knows where she was lacking or where she has grown weary.
She tidied up her pen and paper, and during her free time, she finally took out the high school books prepared by Jian Zhiqing and started flipping through them page by page.
School starts in September, and she will become a high school student. In her previous life, it was something she never dared to dream of, but finally, it has come into her life. She can be a high school student, even a university student. She could even shout at the top of her voice at the village entrance, "I am a university student now too."
Back then, Qin Xiangmei was like a golden phoenix that soared from Dadao Village. It is unknown if she could still be a golden phoenix without those opportunities. Whether she succeeds or not, it is all irrelevant to Qin Xiangnuan now.
Right, she remembered, her brother was about to come over as well. She needed to prepare a house for him.
The Siheyuan she lived in was officially from the Late Qing period, and a formal Siheyuan could be large or small in its layout. The owner could build it based on the land area and the number of family members, from having only one courtyard to three or four, and it could even expand to the width of two Siheyuans with an additional courtyard. The smaller ones had 13 rooms; the one she bought had exactly 13 rooms, while Jian Zhiqing’s had even more, possibly over twenty. In the future, if he wanted to add more buildings, his backyard was still empty, and a few more floors could be added. So, living in such a Siheyuan was possible for several generations.