CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 460: ROSE PETAL JAM AND THE BEAUTY

"Bought everything? Even the so-called gift of fate?" The peddler asked with a cheeky grin.

"Everything except for that one." Han Qiwu clarified with precision.

The little pig listening nearby found their conversation utterly boring and flopped down, grunting in disinterest.

Hearing the sound, both the peddler and Han Qiwu exchanged glances.

"Whoosh!"

The peddler, with lightning-fast reflexes, blocked Han Qiwu’s hand as he was about to feed the pig.

"See that, little pig? It’s not me being stingy; it’s him not allowing it." Han Qiwu retracted his hand, jumped up, and shouted at the pig.

"Grunt, grunt."

The pink pig couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to these two dull humans.

The peddler, having successfully thwarted Han Qiwu’s plan, stood proudly in front of the shelves and started taking out the goods one by one according to the list, handing them to Han Qiwu.

"Thank you for your patronage. The total is 21,600 gold coins. This is all at base cost; the best discount I can offer is 10% off."

Han Qiwu didn’t hesitate. The items were indeed high in cost-effectiveness and very practical this time.

After paying, Han Qiwu took the goods, said "See you next time," and immediately rode his bike home.

"Looking forward to your next visit," the peddler said with a slight smile, turning to ride his pig, swaying leisurely into the forest.

Back home, Han Qiwu couldn’t wait to take out the new items he’d just purchased and examine them.

The riding bracelet had a simple design, and the material was soft. Wearing it on his wrist felt light and comfortable.

After some study, he found that its usage was quite similar to a storage compartment. Plus, it could hold a bit of feed to keep his pony in good condition.

The "Inflammatory Fruit" looked a bit like dragon fruit, with its segmented appearance, but it didn’t have much of a smell.

"A perfectly decent fruit that boosts fire resistance, and he just had to name it something ridiculous like ’Inflammatory Fruit.’" Han Qiwu pouted. That peddler really had an odd sense of humor.

The other two items were spray paints for home improvement—one for pest prevention, the other for waterproofing. He planned to use both in his cellar.

He had dug the cellar himself, so of course, he had to take good care of it.

Seeing that he still had some time, Han Qiwu decided to climb into the cellar and apply the sprays.

Though the peddler could be a bit annoying, the stuff he sold was always effective. These two spray paints were excellent—no odd smells when applied and no sign of artificial additives like formaldehyde.

If he ever bought a house to renovate, he’d definitely shop from that guy again.

After finishing the task, he quickly took a bath and used the system’s camouflage feature to tidy up the yard. There had to be crops, but not an excessive amount, and their growth had to look natural for the timeline.

Once everything was camouflaged perfectly, Han Qiwu wiped his sweat and walked into the adjacent room to take out the rose jam he’d made earlier that day.

He had timed it just right so it would be ready now.

The finished rose jam exuded a rich floral aroma, its color mesmerizing. The moment he opened the lid, the entire room was engulfed in the scent of roses.

[Rose Jam]

[Use: Ingredient]

[Price: 700 gold coins]

[Effect - Whitening and Skin Softening: Enhances skin radiance and fair complexion after consumption]

[Note: A beauty elixir for women]

"It actually got such a fitting special effect?" Han Qiwu happily stashed the rose jam away.

In yesterday’s video call, he had noticed that Mr. Tang’s skin condition seemed a bit poor, probably from being overworked recently.

Moreover, his mom would definitely love this stuff. He could bring some home when he visited in a few days.

"Do-do-do-do you want to dance?"

The ringtone suddenly played, prompting Han Qiwu to answer his phone quickly.

"I’m about to head out—are you home? I should arrive in about an hour or so," Tang Qingying’s lively voice came through.

For her, every visit to Han Qiwu’s place was a rare opportunity to unwind.

Though humans are social creatures, after spending too long in the urban concrete jungle, she started yearning for the joys of village life.

Of course, her main motivation was still the food.

Just thinking about grilled fish, hot pot, stews, and cakes...

No, no, no.

She couldn’t let her thoughts wander.

"I’m home. What do you want for lunch? I’ll start prepping now," Han Qiwu asked with a smile.

Tang Qingying replied without hesitation, "Meat! I want meat!"

"Alright. Be careful on your way over and don’t rush."

After hanging up, Han Qiwu found a piece of dwarf deer leg meat and headed into the kitchen, quickly tossing it into a pot for stewing.

Few things were as satisfying as a good stew.

Originally, he had considered making braised pork, but for one, he was out of the special pork he’d purchased from Brother Zhu; and for another, braised pork was a bit too fatty and could lead to weight gain.

Stewing dwarf deer meat was the better choice.

Once everything was set, he found himself with more than half an hour of spare time and didn’t know what to do.

That’s when loud, piercing noises started coming from the rabbit enclosure nearby.

Han Qiwu quickly opened the door of the enclosure and rushed inside.

What he saw was a giant fluffy white ball stuck to the side of the wall, the noise coming from its mouth.

"What’s going on here?" Han Qiwu approached and lifted the white ball down.

Wow, it was surprisingly heavy.

Only after picking it up did he realize it wasn’t just a white ball.

It was an ultra-long-haired giant Angus rabbit!

After just a few days of not paying attention, the rabbit’s fur had grown several dozen centimeters long.

Apparently, it had somehow managed to get itself stuck on a sharp protrusion from the wall while bouncing around.

"Looks like it’s time to give you a trim," Han Qiwu thought to himself. However, as he prepared to trim the rabbit’s fur, he was reminded of the milking tools in his cowshed.

Logically, there should also be a machine for trimming fur.

Maybe Yang Yangyang would have one for sale.

But even if he were to buy one, it would have to wait until tomorrow.

For now, he’d just use the scissors at home to give it a basic trim.

No point wasting time.

"Snip, snip."

Han Qiwu grabbed a pair of scissors from the house and mimicked what he remembered from Tony the Barber’s styling techniques. Soon, the Angus rabbit’s long fur was all neatly trimmed.

After the trim, the rabbit seemed much more energetic and moved around with ease.

Then he looked at the pile of rabbit fur he’d collected.

Just as he’d suspected: rabbit fur that wasn’t gathered using system tools didn’t count as system items.

Oh well, as long as the little bunny was fine.

Leaving the rabbit enclosure, Han Qiwu brought his pony to the front door, brushing its fur as he gently instructed, "Don’t act up later. Miss Tang is very light; she won’t hurt you. Be good, okay?"

"Neigh!"

The pony raised its head, as if to say, "Don’t worry."

About ten minutes later, the familiar car of Mr. Tang slowly pulled up and parked next to the house.

The door opened, and the first thing Han Qiwu saw was a pale, delicate ankle. Then, stepping out of the car, a vibrant young woman in a pink short dress appeared.

Seeing Han Qiwu’s somewhat stunned expression, Tang Qingying felt quite smug. She casually picked up the small package from the passenger seat and handed it to him, saying, "Did I keep you waiting long? There were quite a lot of cars on the road. Here, this is for you."