Xiao He emerged from the water, her snake-like eyes fixed on Song Yan's expression.
"What's wrong? Is Alchemy not going well?"
"...No, it's not that."
Song Yan rubbed Xiao He's head: "Xiao He, our family is broke now, do you know?"
Xiao He tilted her head: "What does 'broke' mean?"
Song Yan thought for a moment and said: "It means... we don't have money to eat."
"What's the big deal about that?"
"You don't really need to eat, and as for me... I'll go find field mice to eat."
Xiao He flicked her snake tongue.
She thought it was something much more serious.
"Didn't Grandpa say that when you're poor, you live like a poor person?"
"..."
Song Yan nodded in agreement: "You remember Grandpa's words quite well."
"Of course."
What Xiao He said was not wrong; he had managed to survive before by picking up scraps in Fire Worker Village.
He began to ponder.
"All the Qi Nourishing Pills refined over the past three months can be sold."
