When she was about to be robbed in her previous life, Ying Furong still had palpitations, and her originally relaxed pace couldn't help but slow down.

The carriage with the logo of King Kang's Mansion came into view, Ying Furong pretended to be calm and continued to walk forward, and after staggering with the carriage of King Kang's Mansion, Fang breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her chest that was beating wildly, Ying Furong took a few deep breaths before finally pressing her restless heart, and entered a rice shop with a basket with peace of mind.

The rice shop not only sells rice, but also sells daily seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. There are not many guests in the rice shop, three or three twos. There are those who buy rice, and there are those who buy the seasoning.

Ying Furong entered the rice shop and weighed three catties of brown rice, which was a few days' food. I took a bamboo tube and filled a bowl of soy sauce, and after picking up the seasonings and settling the bill, I went to the pork shop in the back alley and cut half a catty of lard, and today's shopping task is also completed.

On both sides of the back alley are high walls that are two people high, and a few steps up the street is the main street.

Pedestrians were in a hurry, and many women on the street walked through the streets with baskets on their shoulders. At this hour, some of them have filled their baskets like Ying Furong, and some of them are still empty, as if they have just gone out.

The sun is scorching, and the morning sun is already a little scorching this season. Ying Furong raised her hand to block the dazzling sunlight, lifted the heavy basket up, and prepared to go back.

A seventeen or eight-year-old child pulled the hem of Ying Furong's clothes and shouted, "Auntie, aunt..."

Ying Furong looked down at the child who was only up to her waist and asked, "Is there something wrong with the little baby?" ”

"Auntie" The child screamed again obediently, pointed to the root of the wall not far from the back alley, and said, "That's my grandmother, she fell, I can't help myself alone, can my aunt help me help my grandmother go to the medicine hall?" ”

Ying Furong followed the direction of the child's fingertips, and sure enough, she saw an old woman in coarse linen clothes sitting at the base of the wall, holding her ankle and screaming, Xu sprained her foot.

Pedestrians hurried past her, and none of them asked about the old woman.

Ying Furong stepped forward quickly, bent down and asked, "Auntie, are you okay?" ”

The old woman's head, which had been lowered, raised it when she heard the question. glanced at Ying Furong, and then looked at the grandson standing behind Ying Furong, knowing that this was the helper that her grandson had found for her.

The old woman looked at Ying Furong gratefully, nodded, and smiled at Ying Furong: "Little lady, I'm tired of you." I have a sprained foot, can you please ask the little lady to take me to the medicine hall in front? ”

There was a medicine hall not far ahead, Ying Furong helped the old woman into the nearest medicine hall, watched the doctor give the old woman medicine, and sent the old woman home before leaving.

Not far from the old woman's door, there was a "ding dong" sound in my mind, and a decent voice sounded busily: "2 moral points have been received" and "2 merit points have been transferred".

Ying Furong was startled by this sudden voice, and then remembered what Li Yu said when she signed the contract: "You need to pay 1,000 merit points, and after the merit points are received, they will be transferred to the payment account by themselves." ”

Ying Furong walked away, and asked the question in her heart to herself: "So, these two merit points are generated by doing good deeds?" ”

"Yes, little lady, you know the truth! These two merit points are the gratitude of her and her grandson to you when you helped the old woman just now, and the little lady must make persistent efforts! When she heard the sound of merit points coming to her account, she was not too calm, after all, this was her first income, although there were only two merit points, but the account was finally not zero, and she was still very excited about it.

Ying Furong is also happy, although these two points are insignificant compared to a thousand points, but she feels that she is a small step away from that thousand points, and this mood is still very pleasant.

Ying Furong carried a basket full of baskets and returned to her residence in a good mood.

King Kang's Mansion gave the door guests a heavy wall on the west side of the palace, forcibly divided a piece of area with one-fifth of King Kang's Mansion, named Ji Si She, specially built a lot of small rooms with independent courtyards for the guests of the palace to live, the small rooms are equipped with separate kitchens and toilets, although the sparrows are small, they are complete.

When Ning Fang and Ying Furong first arrived here, they were also complacent about being able to become guests of the palace, after all, all the conditions were ideal.

When Ying Furong returned home, she first washed her slimy face with water to wash away the filth on her face, and Ying Furong became a legendary beautiful lady again, with picturesque eyebrows and a face like peach blossoms.

Ying Furong started the stove neatly with her hands and feet, heated the cauldron, and prepared to squeeze the oil.

Cut the lard into small pieces, throw it into a large pot that began to smoke and stir-fry, stir-fry a few times to grow the oil, and after some oil has been produced, it does not continue to stir-fry, and all the oil blocks are gathered together, and then leave it alone.

I flipped out the small dustpan that I hadn't finished before, and sat in front of the stove while watching the fire while knitting.

Ying Furong's hands are very dexterous, in addition to embroidering and painting, she often weaves some bamboo products and takes them out to exchange for money. In addition to dustpans, there are bamboo sieves and baskets, although the style is relatively ordinary, but because it is some daily necessities, and the price is not expensive, it can also earn a few pennies to supplement the family.

Ying Furong's fingers flew, and after a while, she made up the small dustpan that had not been finished for most of the time, only to see a small dustpan appear in Ying Furong's hand, Ying Furong put the braided dustpan into a large basin and soaked it, and the bamboo was soaked soft and then dried, which was more durable.

There are many specifications and styles of dustpans, such as the one that Ying Furong is now in hand, which is larger than the general porcelain bowl, and the small dustpan of this specification is two pennies, which can be used to hold some steamed buns, peanuts and other dry goods.

Bigger than this, this kind costs a penny, and can be used to hold fruits and vegetables. In addition to the dexterous ones, Ying Furong will also weave large pieces, which will only be done when people in need place of order.

Seeing that it was still early, Ying Furong took out two more bamboo slices soaked in water and began to make the next one. After making four or five small dustpans, the oil was almost squeezed.

Ying Furong removed the firewood from the stove, went to the clay pot in the corner of the small kitchen and took out a ball of pickles that she had pickled, cut them finely and put them in the clay pot, scooped up the oil residue that had shrunk into a small piece with a bamboo sieve and put it on top of the pickles, put a spoonful of water, covered it with a lid, and simmered it on another small stove.

The pickles simmered with oil residue are particularly delicious, and the pickles are stewed for a longer time, and the pickles have a sweet flavor and are very delicious.

Ying Furong simmered the pickles, then took out the crockpot specially for holding lard, carefully put the squeezed lard into the jar, and could hear the clear sound of hot lard entering the jar with each spoonful. A small crockpot of oil, save a little, you can eat for more than half a year.