Exile at the start? Milkball filming, hoarding billions of resources

After finishing her meal, Shen Zhaoning hid in her small courtyard and started checking the money.

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... twenty thousand, no, I think I just checked."

"Try it again! This time, check more slowly!"

Shen Zhaoning came several times, but each time she would forget about it halfway through the investigation.

She could only rub her face and encourage herself.

"A billion more times!"

Finally... Shen Zhaoning couldn't take it anymore, and holding the money box, she knocked on her brother's courtyard gate.

With dark circles under her eyes like a panda's, she clutched the money box and looked at Shen Yu pitifully.

"Brother, can you check my money for me?"

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow. It was really a bit difficult for a little girl to check money. He stepped aside to let Shen Zhaoning in.

"Come in."

Shen Yu quickly sorted out the accounts for Shen Zhaoning by working on the abacus.

"By now, you've saved up about 130,000 yuan. If you exchange it all for rice, it would be enough to feed all the people of Guanyang for a day."

Shen Zhaoning frowned.

"One day? That's far too little."

Not enough, far from enough.

She needs more money and more food.

Shen Yu couldn't quite understand Shen Zhaoning anymore.

"Tuantuan, what do you want to do?"

Shen Zhaoning answered loudly.

"I want to exchange all of this for food, so that the people won't go hungry, won't have to become bandits, and won't have to eat people."

Shen Yu was silent for a moment: "But that would be very hard on you."

He was already deeply ashamed that Tuantuan had to support the entire Shen family.

Should the Communist Youth League still be expected to support the entire population of northern Xinjiang?

Shen Zhaoning smiled.

"My grandfather said, 'When you are poor, you should cultivate your own virtue; when you are rich, you should help others.' We have enough to eat and drink now, so it's not difficult. Besides, I can earn money too."

"I heard from Uncle Wen that I'm very popular now, and I have many endorsement deals and acting opportunities. I'm going to make a lot of money."

Shen Yu thought for a moment and found some calligraphy and paintings.

"These are some new paintings I've done recently. Take them to that world and see if you can sell them for a little money. Although my works aren't worth much now, I did study under a famous master, so it's better than nothing."

Shen Zhaoning nodded emphatically.

"Okay, I'll go ask right away."

Shen Zhaoning had just arrived in the modern world when she discovered that she had 99+ messages on WeChat.

Cheng Qian: Where did you get that calligraphy and painting?

[Cheng Qian: My dad said it might be an antique!]

[Cheng Qian: My God, I thought it was just a handicraft, but after having it appraised, I found out it's actually an antique!]

[Cheng Qian: !!! Tuantuan, where did you get this painting? Did you steal it?]

Cheng Qian: I'm coming to your house right away, I'll be there in about an hour...

Cheng Qian kept sending messages, her shock was palpable.

Shen Zhaoning glanced at the time; it had been almost an hour since Cheng Qian said she would be coming.

Shen Zhaoning hurriedly put down the calligraphy and painting in her hands and tidied up the room briefly.

I had just finished tidying up when the doorbell rang.

Cheng Qian walked in with her messy hair and a painting in her hand.

"Tuantuan, where did you get this painting? Did you find it or steal it?"

Shen Zhaoning glanced at the painting in Cheng Qian's hand.

Isn't this the thank-you gift that the older brother gave to Cheng Qian?

She answered in a childish voice.

"This is from my house. I have many of them... Sometimes we even use them to start a fire."

My brother often used paintings he wasn't satisfied with to start a fire.

She has no idea how many she has burned for her brother.

She only needs to ask her brother to paint as many paintings as she wants, and he will paint them for her.

Cheng Qian's gaze fell on the bed, where she noticed a painting. She opened it and discovered that it was painted by the same artist as the one in her hand.

She stared in astonishment, her eyes wide.

"Using a painting to start a fire! This painting is worth millions!"

"They say this is a painting from the ancient site of the Dayun Dynasty, created by the young Shen Yu, the carefree prince, during his youth."

"The Carefree King lived through the Tianqi and Dayun dynasties, witnessing their rise and fall. He was a cornerstone of the Tianqi dynasty. His paintings are priceless, and you're using them to burn as fuel? That's such a waste!"

Shen Zhaoning was completely confused.

"Xiaoyao Pill? Can Xiaoyao Pill draw too?"

Cheng Qian carefully put the painting away.

"Oh dear, it's not Xiaoyao Wan, it's Xiaoyao Wang. The little heroine's brother in your first movie was Xiaoyao Wang. Anyway, this painting is very precious. You must keep the paintings in your house safe and never use them for firewood."

"I only earn a few thousand or tens of thousands for a film, but a painting is worth millions?"

Thirteen thousand is enough to feed the people of Guanyang for one day, a million... wouldn't that be enough to feed them for almost half a month!

Cheng Qian put the painting away and turned around to see the little girl's stunned expression, as if she had been greatly shocked.

She reached out and gently touched the little girl's nose.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't accept this. If you want to give me a gift, please give me something inexpensive."

She looked around the room and picked up an apple.

"Just give me this!"

Shen Zhaoning grabbed her wrist, her tone urgent.

"This won't do! This is too cheap."

"Fairy sister, please help me sell these two paintings. I'll give you a 20/80 split."

Cheng Qian wasn't a real fairy; she had actually hesitated the whole way about the painting.

Shen Zhaoning is young and doesn't understand anything. She could have simply not told Shen Zhaoning about this and then kept the painting without any qualms.

But when she thought about Shen Zhaoning living in a damp, dilapidated basement and having to budget for every meal, she couldn't bring herself to do such a thing.

Now that Shen Zhaoning has offered her a share of the profits, she is somewhat tempted.

She felt at ease with the money she earned through her own connections and abilities.

"So generous?"

With paintings worth millions, she could easily get at least 400,000 from these two.

Shen Zhaoning nodded vigorously.

"If a little kid like me goes to sell paintings, I'm sure I'll get bullied."

"If you help me, we'll split the profits."

Cheng Qian nodded: "Okay, I will do my best to make these two paintings sell for more money."

Although Cheng Qian is just a screenwriter, her father is a businessman with connections.

After some maneuvering, the two paintings sold for eight million.

Since Shen Zhaoning didn't have her own bank card, Cheng Qian deposited all her money into a relative's card.

Shen Zhaoning was extremely excited when she saw the balance in her family card.

"Great, this will help everyone."

Shen Zhaoning hurriedly contacted nearby supermarkets and asked them to deliver food to her home in batches at different times.

Shen Zhaoning used a pushcart, working diligently like a little bee, to pour out the grain.

In one night, she filled her small courtyard with grain.

She was so exhausted that she collapsed on the bed. When Zhu Jingxian called her to come for dinner, she was shocked to see her like this.

"Where...where did all this food come from?"

Upon hearing the noise, Shen Yu hurriedly ran over from next door. Looking at the yard full of grain and Shen Zhaoning, who was too exhausted to get up, she smiled knowingly.

"These were all sent by others. I thought sending them to other courtyards would be too conspicuous. Our two courtyards are relatively secluded, so I had them sent here first."