“The county magistrate tried every possible way and finally found out that white sugar comes from brown sugar. Only then did every household in our town start growing sugarcane. But no matter what method we tried, we couldn’t sift out the white sugar. In the end, we even wasted a lot of brown sugar.” A hint of worry appeared between Wang Shi’s brows. “Although the brown sugar extracted from sugarcane is also a source of income, there’s too much sugarcane in Yongning Town. The price of brown sugar gets lower year after year. In a few more years, maybe no one will want it even if it’s given away for free.”

Yu Shu asked, “Has no one thought of how to make white sugar?”

Wang Shi said, “The method of making white sugar is like a rooster that lays golden eggs. How could it possibly leak out from those few families?”

“Why are you talking about these things for no reason? Don’t dampen the guests’ enthusiasm.” Deng Qian interrupted Wang Shi’s words, holding a plate. “No matter what, we can eat our fill. Life is better than it was decades ago. What more is there to be unsatisfied about?”

With that said, Deng Qian put down the plate in her hand, revealing the peeled small pieces of sugarcane that filled it to the brim. “Our place has nothing else, just a lot of sugarcane. Take a bite, it’s sweet and crisp.”

Deng Qian glanced at Yu Shu, who was eager to try, and scratched her head. “Although chewing sugarcane is a bit troublesome, this sugarcane is really sweet.”

“One mouthful, one piece of sugarcane, how refreshing.” Yu Shu’s eyes curved into a smile. “Who would refuse sweet and delicious sugarcane?”

Deng Qian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. “The young master is right. Who wouldn’t like sugarcane?”

After Yan Jin and the others crossed over to An Guo, it was already close to dusk. After chatting with the Deng couple for a while, it was already dark.

There weren’t many entertainment activities here at night. Even the Deng family, who were considered well-off in the village and could spare two empty rooms for Yan Jin and the others, washed up and prepared to go to bed after dinner.

Yan Jin tossed and turned for a while but still couldn’t feel sleepy at all. She got up, put on a piece of clothing, took her beloved little cactus, and decided to go for a walk outside.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional “rustle” of the wind blowing through the leaves. From outside the courtyard, there were occasional low barks of dogs.

The moon had already risen, and its cold moonlight shone on this small village.

Yan Jin sat in the courtyard, looking at the moon that wasn’t much different from the one back home, and rarely felt a little melancholy.

The people of today do not see the moon of ancient times; the moon of today once shone upon the ancients. Although the moon she was looking at now was almost identical to the moon she had seen before, Yan Jin clearly realized that this was not the moon of her hometown.

Yan Jin was slightly resentful of being abruptly pulled here by the system. Although she didn’t like socializing, she still had a few friends she could talk to.

But the system directly threw her here. Looking around, they were all natives, not a single person she could talk to.

Although her unlucky younger brother was also a transmigrator like her, they were like intersecting lines. After a brief intersection, their eventual ending would only be going their separate ways.

Yan Jin had the intention to resist, but the difference in strength between her and the system was too great. Yan Jin couldn’t be sure whether she could escape unscathed after resisting, so she endured this discontent and patiently bided her time.

However, that irritation in Yan Jin’s heart still hadn’t dissipated.

If it were modern times, Yan Jin could alleviate this irritation by reading novels. But in ancient times, Yan Jin didn’t bring the set of books she often read, so she could only boredly poke at the thorns of the cactus.

[Before, I was complaining about why Yan Jin had to specially bring a cactus. Now I still have to complain. I really don’t quite understand.] [Someone actually pokes cactus thorns to relieve stress. How strange. Let me take another look.]

Yan Jin was poking away happily when she suddenly heard a voice behind her. “I knew you weren’t asleep either.”

Yan Jin was so startled that her body shivered. Her hand trembled, and the cactus on the table was knocked off by her hand’s momentum. Just as the cactus was about to hit her body, a hand appeared at Yan Jin’s waist. Yu Shu, with quick eyes and hands, held Yan Jin and decisively pulled her towards him, avoiding the falling cactus.

Yu Shu’s hands moved faster than his brain. After instinctively reaching out to hold Yan Jin and avoiding the cactus, he only reacted after the cactus had rolled a few times on the ground. He realized that he had actually hugged Yan Jin. His cheeks, neck, and ears quickly flushed red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have scared you.”