Transmigrated Family C20
by MarineTLChapter 20: Selling Out the House
“I once sold ornamental green plants, and among all the items, they had the highest point value.” While waiting for the lump soup, the two continued their conversation.
“Green plants? What kind?” Yan Yu asked.
“I really don’t know. I’ve never raised any flowers or plants before.” The woman shook her head.
“I still have a bunch of bamboo slips and handwritten books on my shelf, but I don’t know what they’re for,” Yan Yu said. “They’re expensive too—500 for a bamboo slip, 2000 for a handwritten book.”
“That’s not cheap at all. But if you can buy something from the platform, you should. You might not have noticed yet, but anything related to writing can’t be traded between our worlds. Last time, someone tried to exchange a water-damaged book with me, but no matter what we did, the transaction wouldn’t go through,” the woman explained.
“Really? Let’s test if mine can be traded.”
Yan Yu took out the simple map she had drawn for her father at the very beginning.
It was just a piece of cloth with some lines and a few words.
The result was the same.
It couldn’t be traded.
At that moment, Yan Lao’er came back with a steaming hot bowl of lump soup.
The aroma filled the room.
A tempting poached egg nestled among the lumps of dough, as if waving at them: Come, eat me.
Li Xuemei found a small jar for soy-pickled vegetables, two bamboo tubes for holding water, and a clean cloth bag.
Transaction confirmed.
A magical scene unfolded.
Golden, clear corn oil appeared in the small jar. Once it was full, it automatically flowed into the bamboo tubes, evenly filling them to about 80–90%.
A faintly sweet scent of milk powder spread in the air, lying quietly in the cloth bag.
The charcoal stove was less than a foot tall, with a small matching kettle.
Li Xuemei examined it repeatedly and found she quite liked it.
It would be so convenient for boiling water or cooking small meals.
Yan Lao’er carefully hefted the bag of milk powder, grinning foolishly.
His wife and daughter needed nourishment, and this milk powder was truly a treasure!
A worthwhile trade!
Yan Yu was abruptly cut off from the screen.
Meanwhile, the sister on the other side hugged a quilt full of sunshine’s scent, humming with happiness.
Then, without hesitation, she started devouring her meal, unable to wait even a moment.
The poached egg—biting into it released a golden yolk, still soft in the center…
No, this was too tempting!
Yan Yu resigned herself and returned to studying the official platform.
Combining what the veteran trader had said, she figured the bamboo slips and handwritten books must be useful items.
Once she was wealthier in the future, she would definitely buy one to take a look.
Then, she scanned the room, searching for anything they could sell.
“Mom, since you’ve been tidying up the house these past few days, do you have anything we don’t need? Let’s try selling it.”
Li Xuemei perked up immediately.
“I’ll bring some over. Try selling the brown rice and coarse salt first.”
Yan Lao’er urged, “Yes, try it! Selling a little won’t matter—your uncle won’t notice.”
Once the brown rice and coarse salt were placed in the inventory, their balance changed instantly.
Next came two large bags of old clothes, fabric scraps, scissors, a sewing kit, pillows, door curtains, mats, mosquito nets…
Even the wardrobe wasn’t spared. Yan Yu’s parents quietly lifted it over together.
Yan Yu: …
“Mom, what are you doing? Are we going too far?”
Li Xuemei set down the wardrobe, took a deep breath, and grabbed the oil lamp from the table.
“And this too. Sell everything we can.”
While Yan Yu had been busy communicating on the platform, her parents had been making their own plans.
It was clear that Old Yan had no intention of splitting them off from the family, meaning they would all be traveling together.
Even with the intelligent robotic ox, they couldn’t take everything with them. They had to make choices.
Yan Lao’er had been visiting Old Yan’s place these past few days, so he had a rough idea of their inventory.
He had also helped pack up his eldest nephew’s belongings at the academy. Combined with Li Xuemei’s thorough house-checking in the past few days, the couple had a solid grasp of what they needed.
Traveling wouldn’t be the same as living at home.
Yan Yu didn’t realize it, but her parents, who had lived through many more years of hardship, had already thought things through.
For example, sleeping arrangements—they would surely split into male and female groups. In this heat, blankets wouldn’t even be needed.
Yan Lao’er could squeeze in with his big brother, while Li Xuemei and their second daughter could bunk with their eldest daughter.
Mats, blankets, mosquito nets—the house had plenty, but they wouldn’t be needed.
As for the sewing kit, well…
Just today, Li Xuemei had been sewing alongside her eldest daughter, only to be utterly embarrassed by the comparison. A grown woman losing so badly to a little girl in needlework—how humiliating!
To avoid further disgrace, she had to sell it.
And those pillows—could they even be called pillows?
They were more like bricks.
Yan Yu was convinced.
She smacked her forehead.
Right! They were leaving soon and couldn’t take everything with them.
Leaving it behind would be a waste.
Might as well sell whatever they could.
When their balance hit three digits, the family of three was exhilarated.
Buying was addictive—but selling was just as thrilling!
They kept going!
If the platform truly accepted anything, as that woman had said…
Then the most valuable items so far were the wardrobe and table.
Yes, they even sold the table.
“Let’s sell the bed too! We can sleep on the floor,” Yan Lao’er suggested, getting carried away.
“With this weather, that works.” Li Xuemei was sweating from all the work. They wouldn’t move the bed themselves—she signaled her daughter to handle it.
Yan Yu swiftly walked over, stretched out her hand, and—done.
The last big item in the house was sold.
The bed instantly shot to the top of their price list, surpassing everything else.
“How much do we have now?” Yan Lao’er’s eyes sparkled as he waited for his daughter’s report.
“Oh no!” Yan Yu groaned. “I forgot about the Free Market!”
There was still an unlucky—no, another person she hadn’t connected with yet!
The Free Market icon was flashing rapidly, as if it had been doing so for a long time.
The screen blinked, revealing a young man with sheer misery written all over his face.
“Whyyyy—are—you—only—con—nect—ing—nowww?”
Each word dripped with deep resentment.
“Oops, I forgot! I got too caught up in selling stuff.” Yan Yu was embarrassed. Checking the time—oh wow, only five minutes left!
“Uh, sorry about that! Let’s change the subject—I’m from an ancient-era world suffering a severe drought, and my family is poor. The platform marketplace has food and clothes, and I want to trade for toilet paper. Do you have any?”
The young man grumpily pulled out a large, unopened pack of toilet paper.
It was the kind from supermarkets—thick, sturdy rolls that could stand upright on their own.
Yan Yu’s eyes were instantly glued to it.
Her little face bloomed into a sweet smile. “Big brother, what do you want in exchange?”
“Dirt!”
Yan Yu: ???
“Big brother, what did you say? I didn’t catch that.”
“I said dirt! D-I-R-T! Soil, earth, farmland dirt!” the young man snapped.
“Oh, got it.”
Though he hadn’t explained, Yan Yu could guess—it must be another polluted-world scenario. Even soil was contaminated?
“I’ll ask my dad to dig some, but there’s not much time left, so we can only get a little bit.” She smiled awkwardly, suddenly feeling a little guilty.
Everyone was struggling to survive—it wasn’t easy for anyone.
Now their home was truly empty.
Everything was sold!