164 Results in the "Transmigrated Life of a Salted Fish Family" category


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      by MarineTL Chapter 40: A Breath of Fresh Air “One pound of flour to one pound of water makes seven big steamed buns like this. Even the leftover water from steaming, everyone will get it back,” Yan Lao'er busily arranged things. The villagers gathered around him, staring at the round, plump steamed buns and watching him weigh the remaining six on the scale. A little over a pound and two ounces—if you counted the one just given to Madam Cui from the Cui Family, it was nearly a pound and a half. “See that? The…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 38: That Mental Hurdle Yan Lao’er found a nearby village. He started chatting with the locals. Yan Lao’er said someone needed a bowl and was willing to trade some greens from the backyard for it. He asked, whose coarse porcelain bowl was up for trade? Did he even need to ask?! Of course, everyone was willing! Every family in the village began digging out bowls. At this point, who still had the luxury of everyone using their own bowl? Having one per family to take turns with was already good…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 39 Steamed Buns Out of the Pot Yan Lao'er deliberately brought a few eggs with him, in case the old lady changed her mind about the trade. They could then be used to swap for bowls from other villagers, like stockpiling in advance. "Aiya, you young man, you’re too honest! You’ll lose money doing business this way!" The old lady poured him some water with the new bowl she just exchanged. "Drink up, young man, quench your thirst." Yan Lao'er: "Auntie..." "Don’t worry, just drink. It’s not…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 36: I Have an Idea Daya untied one leg of her chicken, tethering the other end of the string to the cart. The four hens flapped and jumped down, but restricted by the rope, could only circle around the spot. She threw them some freshly gathered, still-green grass, but the hens were unappreciative and didn’t touch it. Li Xuemei, who was cooking porridge, saw this and pulled a handful of wheat straw, chopping it finely. Then she fetched some coarse flour, sifted it quickly, and gathered the bran…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 37: Trading for Old Goods “Your uncle said there would be a two-hour break at noon from now on, and there’d be even more free time in the evening. I can totally handle this myself, riding our Sanbao, I can go anywhere!” Yan Lao’er remembered what his daughter said earlier about making full use of Sanbao’s abilities. Now that he thought about it, the idea came naturally. “Whether the trades happen or not doesn’t really matter. The key is that the stuff has a source. Plus, we’re…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 35 Old Yan Has No Sense of Direction After another hour or so, they finally caught a faint glimpse of the Post Station in the darkness. Yan Lao’er immediately called a halt. The group began searching for a path connecting the Official Road with a side trail, took the turn, and only after walking a good distance did they choose a flat, open spot to rest. They had been on the road for almost four hours altogether. Midnight was well past, and the whole village was utterly exhausted. Some who…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 33: We’re Fleeing Famine! Yan Yu watched her mother fuss over packing this and that. She couldn’t help but facepalm. “Mom, the cart won’t fit everything. Just leave it.” “How could it not fit? You and your father already turned it into a double-decker bed, and you’re telling me there’s no space? We’ll bring these things. Even if we don’t use them now, we can sell them later.” Li Xuemei didn’t even look up as she spoke. Their house was already emptied, but that didn’t…
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      by MarineTL Chapter 34: We’re All Night-Blind Yan Lao’er finally understood why Old Yan said traveling at night was difficult. He realized he was night-blind. In fact, their whole family, even the entire village, was. It was manageable at home, but out here, they were like a group of blind people with their eyes open, barely able to see the path directly under their feet. Everything around them was pitch black, with only the moonlight to guide them. It was impossible to see what lay ahead. A gust of wind would…
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