Because of the daily physical work, breakfast was always very abundant. In the afternoon, they would wait until one or two o’clock to eat since they found ingredients in the morning, so the Noon meal was mainly focused on protein nutrition—rotating dishes such as grilled fish, stewed chicken, and various stews of fish (octopus, octopus, all kinds of fish). Sometimes, they would even stew a pot of spicy and delicious sea snails and clams to satisfy their cravings, with the main meal being rice or cornmeal pancakes.
By evening, the meals became simpler. They would make some flatbreads or steam some vegetable won tons, dipping them in garlic sauce to eat. If they wanted to drink sheep milk, they would; if not, they would just boil some porridge or make vegetable soup.
Life went on day by day . Except for days with windy or rainy weather not suitable for going out, they essentially repeated the same daily routine.
By the time Xiao Yu had reached six months in size, the island’s sheep had been completely shorn of wool by her. She sold half of this wool to the Space Mall and got a good price—reaching the high price of one thousand yuan per jin. She almost got two thousand jin, that’s over two hundred ten thousand yuan!
However, she didn’t dare to transfer too much, only selling about five hundred jin. They couldn’t really tell the measurements, so she profited five hundred thousand yuan.
With this five hundred thousand, plus what she had saved earlier, she had a total of about six hundred thousand yuan. Having money meant not feeling an empty lack of a sense of security.
During this period, Yan Qing visited her twice, bringing cured meat each time. The island was not suitable for preserving fresh pork, so they could only eat cured meat or sausages.
He also brought her a spinning wheel. Using it, she turned the wool into yarn and rolled it into balls to later knit sweaters for the child.
Once the vegetables in the ground grew, her life became filled with much more pleasure. The vegetables that couldn’t be eaten were sold to the mall for a modest profit.
In the blink of an eye, eight months had passed. The weather turned cooler, autumn arrived, and the cicadas no longer chirped. At night, the chill in the air made it clear that fall had come.
An autumn rain brought a chilling breeze, and in another two months, the child would be born, estimated to be around November of the Solar Calendar. f(r)eew(e)bnovel.(c)o(m)
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So after the autumn corn was harvested, they didn’t plant any more crops. However, Yan Qing had promised her that next spring, when the child was a bit older, she could come to live there.
And so, Xiao Yu left the island once more, returning to Qingyang Prefecture to await childbirth. When she left the island, her balance in the Space Mall had reached seven hundred thousand yuan.
Vegetable farming, going to the sea, game, eggs—these were all routine incomes. She earned two hundred thousand yuan in six months, and the remaining five hundred thousand came from selling the wool.
In mid-November of the Solar Calendar, the couple’s first child was born—a chubby and fair boy. Seeing that it was a son, Xiao Yu heaved a long sigh of relief.
It wasn’t that she preferred boys over girls, but because the Royal Family valued male descendants. They had married late, and this man, for her sake, hadn’t even taken a Maid as a concubine. So, naturally, having a son with the firstborn was a cause for temporary relief.
Fortunately, she was in good physical condition. Though it was a reincarnation, the childbirth process was not the life-and-death ordeal she had imagined. Likely due to regularly exercising and the adjustment from the space water, she gave birth to the child safely and without any injuries.
The baby weighed a perfectly average seven jin.
And with the birth of a son, she had firmly established her footing in the Prince Qing Mansion. Princess Qing’s status was rightfully earned.
At the same time, the good news spread back to Beijing. Various rewards followed, sent on the boats heading back to Beijing, a boatload at a time pulled back home. Even Yan Qing himself had not expected his wife to be so valued by his family.