The system favors me so much, I get eight meals a day while escaping from famine

Jiang Dahai remained silent all the way, holding the corner of his clothes tightly with one hand.

Jiang Qingyi noticed his mood changes, but didn't think of how to comfort him. She thought that giving him a little encouragement shouldn't be a big problem.

It took Jiang Qingyi nearly an hour to walk from home to the East District, and she felt how big this place was.

The main street of the East District is very large, with carriages passing by from time to time, and ladies dressed in silk and satin strolling around.

The streets are clean, with shops lining both sides and the sounds of hawkers shouting.

This scene is similar to the prosperous commercial streets in later generations.

The seed shop was in an inconspicuous corner, and Jiang Qingyi had a hard time finding it.

The waiter saw that Jiang Qingyi and her father were wearing tattered clothes, and his attitude was not very good, but he did not directly ask them to leave. The main reason was that the shop did not have much business at that time. If the shopkeeper knew that he had driven away the customers, he would probably be in great trouble.

"My dear guests, what kind of seeds do you need?"

"What seeds do you have?"

"What else can I have? Grain seeds, vegetable seeds, fruit seeds, and some medicinal seeds. Grain seeds are thirty cents a pound, vegetable seeds are cheaper, twenty cents a pound, and fruit seeds are more expensive, fifty cents a pound. What do you want?"

Jiang Qingyi calculated what she could buy with the money in her hand and found that the purchasing power of the silver was quite high.

So I said, "I want half a pound of rice, corn, red beans, mung beans, yellow beans, peanuts, rapeseed, and cotton seeds, and one ounce of each vegetable seed. I don't want fruits. What medicinal herb seeds do you have?"

The waiter looked confused. "I don't recognize these medicinal seeds. I don't know where the shopkeeper got them from. They look messy. There are all kinds of them. If you want them, I'll sell them to you for 20 cents a pound."

Jiang Qingyi thought about it and nodded, "Okay, then give me a pound."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The waiter worked for twenty minutes before wrapping all the things Jiang Qingyi wanted with oil paper. "Sir, the seeds you want cost a total of 176 coins."

Jiang Dahai took the seeds handed over by the waiter, and Jiang Qingyi took out half a tael of silver and handed it over.

After weighing the silver, the waiter gave Jiang Qingyi more than 300 coins. Jiang Qingyi thanked him and left.

Jiang Qingyi came out just to buy seeds. Now that she has got them, it's time to go back.

There were many shops on both sides of the street that looked very busy, so Jiang Qingyi just looked around and had no intention of going in to take a look.

It was almost dark when they got home. Old Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Zhao felt relieved only when they saw the two of them return.

Old Mrs. Jiang arranged for Wang to cook dinner, and Zhao also got up to help.

Jiang Qingyi took the seeds she had just bought back to her room, and when she came out again she only had a backpack in her hand.

Dinner consisted of steamed buns with pickles. The pickles were brought all the way here from my hometown, and there was only a little left.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Jiang Xiaoya was tossing and turning in bed excitedly, with a happy expression on her face. When she saw Jiang Qingyi standing in the room but not yet on the bed, she stood up and said, "Sister, come to bed."

Jiang Qingyi went over and lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with her eyes open. She hadn't slept with another person for a long time and was still a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Xiaoya was so happy that she fell asleep soon, perhaps because she was too tired.

Jiang Qingyi entered the space using her spiritual body and gave all the seeds she had bought before to the farming robot.

Speaking of this farming robot, Jiang Qingyi also found it very magical. It looks similar to a human and requires water as its energy.

He is truly an expert at farming and is a true advanced artificial intelligence.

Jiang Qingyi also asked the system, and the system said that this thing was developed by a higher level interface and was specifically used for farming.

She also lamented that technology changes life!

The wheat planted in the field has not yet matured, so Jiang Qingyi handed the seeds to the farming robot and left it alone.

There was also a new batch of chicks in the space, which were hatched by the previous pair of chickens. Jiang Qingyi was very pleased looking at the group of fluffy chicks. After this batch of chickens grew up, she should have enough eggs to eat.

After Jiang Qingyi came out of the space, she sat cross-legged and began to practice, while Jiang Xiaoya was sleeping soundly beside her.

The next day, Mrs. Jiang found Jiang Qingyi with a worried look on her face, "Xiaowu, your uncle is still in Chengnan County. He doesn't know that we have arrived in the capital. Should we write him a letter?"

Jiang Qingyi was stunned. She was still wondering who the uncle that Old Lady Jiang mentioned was. Finally, she remembered that it was the old lady’s youngest son, Jiang Wenbin, the most learned person in the Jiang family, who was still studying in the Chengnan County School.

The people of Jiangjia Village fled too suddenly, and the Jiang family did not have time to notify Jiang Wenbin. If it weren't for Old Mrs. Jiang mentioning it, Jiang Qingyi would not have remembered it at all.

Jiang Qingyi also understood that Old Lady Jiang was worried about her youngest son, and she probably thought about it for a long time before bringing it up.

"Grandma, is there anyone in our family who can write?" Jiang Qingyi asked.

"Your eldest brother can do it. Wenbin taught him before." Old Mrs. Jiang replied quickly.

Jiang Qingyi nodded, "That's good, this way I don't have to go out and find someone to help me write the letter. I'll go out and buy some paper later, and then I'll let my brother write the letter."

Old Mrs. Jiang smiled and nodded repeatedly. The things she had been worrying about were finally resolved, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

Jiang Qingyi went to buy some paper and the cheapest charcoal pencils, and actually spent half a tael of silver.

No wonder it was so difficult for poor families to produce a scholar in the past.

New rice in the capital is only fifteen cents a pound, so things like pens, ink, paper, inkstone, and books are too expensive.

After the letter was written, Jiang Qingyi took Jiang Ping with her to hand the letter to the messenger, and spent another hundred coins.

Jiang Qingyi didn't go out for the next four or five days. She didn't want to be illiterate at all, so she asked Jiang Ping to teach her how to read.

Not only her, but also Old Man Jiang, seeing that the other children in the family had nothing to do all day, rushed them to learn to read.

After Jiang Qingyi drank the Lingquan Book, she was able to practice and her brain is now working very well.

Five days later, Jiang Ping spread his hands and said, "Sister, these are the only words I know. I have already taught you all of them."

Jiang Qingyi grinned, "Thank you, big brother. The second brother and the others haven't learned it yet. Would you like to continue teaching them?"

Jiang Ping felt a headache when he heard Jiang Qingyi's words. Otherwise, why was it so easy to teach Jiang Qingyi? She would remember it after teaching her once, and could even write it in the sand with a wooden stick when asked two days later. He didn't have to worry about anything at all.

But it’s different for my other younger brothers and sisters. They seem to have no talent in this area at all. They still can’t remember it even after I teach them once, twice, and three times. It’s really frustrating.

Jiang Ping asked with a bitter face, "Sister, can I stop teaching you? This is really too difficult for you."

Jiang Qingyi said, "No, big brother, you should work harder. If you can't read and go to other people's houses to do work and sign contracts, you might even help them count the money if they buy you."

Jiang Ping felt that this kind of thing was very likely to happen, and in order to prevent his younger brothers and sisters from being deceived, he had to work harder.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ping turned his attention to the children nearby.