The next morning.
"Xiu Yuan, I prepared twenty Mora Meat sandwiches today, just like you told me."
"But..."
"Can I really sell them all...?"
Ningguang held a large basket of Mora Meat, feeling uneasy.
Usually, ten was the most she would prepare. Since she would eat some herself, she only had about six or seven to sell.
Yet Xiu Yuan had told her to prepare twenty, and she had to sell every single one herself.
If she couldn't sell them, she would be in trouble.
It would have been a lie to say she wasn't worried.
"Don't worry. It'll work out," Xiu Yuan assured her confidently.
Then Xiu Yuan spent what little Mora he had on a change of clothes for Ningguang, including shoes. They weren't particularly pretty, but at least they were clean and neat.
The outfit used up every last Mora.
"Xiu Yuan, I don't need clothes this nice. Anything I can wear is fine..."
Seeing Xiu Yuan spend so much Mora pained Ningguang.
Although the money wasn't hers, he had spent it on her. Rather than making her happy, it only made her feel even more uncomfortable.
When children from poor families were treated with exceptional kindness,
they didn't feel gratitude or joy.
Instead, they felt afraid.
Afraid they didn't deserve such nice things, or deserve to be treated that way.
Some even wanted to run away.
That was exactly how Ningguang felt at that moment.
"This is an investment. With these, you can earn more Mora," Xiu Yuan explained.
"You mentioned investment yesterday too, Xiu Yuan. What does investment mean...?"
She found his terminology difficult to understand.
"An investment means putting money in beforehand to achieve a goal."
"Simply put, you put in a little Mora to earn more Mora. Using Mora to make Mora-that's called