She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 370: 【369】Sixty Wastrel Counterattack 4 (Four updates)

Chapter 370: 【369】Sixty Wastrel Counterattack 4 (Four updates)

He hadn’t eaten breakfast in the morning, and by now, he was already starving, but it wasn’t even the end of the month yet, and he was already scraping the bottom of the barrel. How was he supposed to get through the next ten or so days?

Saving a person in his past life had cost him a lifetime; this life had taken two yuan. No matter what he did, it just wasn’t worth it, but what could he do? Life had to go on.

She thought of her space and found a secluded area to enter. Her eyes widened in shock, "Why is there nothing here?"

"You did not reach Level 100 in your past life, so the Space Supermarket isn’t available to you this life until your space crop Level reaches Level 10. The Farming System has now initialized; you have six plots of land to start from Level 0. If you fail to complete the Primary farming task in this life, the next life will also start with initialization, until you complete the Primary farming task in one of your lives."

Only then did Tangyuan recall that indeed there seemed to be such a rule.

She frowned, "So in my last life, I had no Merit Value?"

In her first life, she had received a System reward of five hundred thousand, so as soon as she transmigrated, she had access to the Space Mall, which greatly facilitated her.

But she was told at the start of this life that she needed to reach Level 10 in farming before being qualified to use the Space Mall. Did she have any balance from the last life’s mall?

"You’re thinking too much. How could there be a balance? Not only is there no balance, but because your space gave you enough power in your last life, there was no Merit Value either. Look, this plot of land in front of you is your only Golden Finger for this life, As for the mall, you can shop there after Level 10 if you earn the money. If you don’t, it’s just an empty shell."

Hearing this, Tangyuan was speechless, "Can it really be like this?"

Liang Tian snorted coldly, "Why can’t it be like this? In this life, having such a plot is enough for you to live a worry-free life. To put it bluntly, you are at a basic living standard and don’t need to worry about Merit Value; you can still live this life well."

"Merit Value is not something you can achieve just because you want to; it also depends on the circumstances of your current life. Just like this life, wanting to turn your fate around isn’t easy!"

Tangyuan glanced at her space warehouse, which only had three pitiful white radish seeds and three carrot seeds. She planted them promptly.

Thinking she couldn’t eat anything else, might she at least munch on a radish?

Because now you need tickets to buy anything; buying steamed buns requires food stamps, and buying meat requires meat tickets, and he is just a temporary worker with only fifteen yuan, not even a food subsidy, pitied less than those who dig meals from the farm and eat from the communal pot at home.

If he didn’t send ten yuan home every month, they probably wouldn’t even let him eat.

He ate a meal at the factory at noon where earning food stamps depended on performance, which meant overtime. The more overtime you worked, the more food stamps you earned.

Otherwise, even with five yuan, he couldn’t afford a meal in the factory.

Woodworking was tough, filled with dust and fine particles which were bad for respiration; he couldn’t do woodworking and had to find a way into the kitchen.

But without connections or a network, how could he get into the kitchen?

Being unfamiliar with his current situation, Long Gang could only go to work hungry.

He barely made it to noon, took his rice pot to get food, only to be severely disappointed by the cafeteria’s offerings. _{fr.eew eb novel..com}

The steamed buns were dark and seemed to have many other ingredients mixed in; two for twenty cents but still required one tael of food stamps. It was winter, and the only vegetables available were cabbage and radishes. The cabbage had no trace of oil or grease, and the radish was the same - they called it fried, but it was actually boiled.

Since there were no other vegetables besides cabbage and radish, but being able to eat some was still better than times when there was nothing, as some workers kvetched later. Thinking about it, it seemed to make sense.