To avoid deducting the merits and luck she had painstakingly accumulated, Ding Yun quickly sealed her sense of taste and smell with her mental power. She then unceremoniously swallowed a variety of high-grade nutrient solutions and immediately activated the Gluttony Art.
This was to help digest the high-grade nutrient solutions.
Admittedly, these high-grade nutrient solutions didn't taste very good, but the energy they ultimately converted was substantial, even more so than the combined energy from over ten catties of beef and over ten catties of eggs from yesterday.
When Ding Yun finished her cultivation.
Her intestines had also completed their transformation, not only shifting towards a gluttonous form but also undergoing a comprehensive cancerous change.
However, the cells remained within controllable limits.
They were not developing into a deformed state.
"It's truly miraculous. Could cell carcinogenesis be a form of human self-preservation that, lacking systematic guidance, leads to chaotic development, with the immune system failing to recognize it, resulting in tragedy? If this speculation holds any truth.
Perhaps cancer research shouldn't solely focus on annihilation. Symbiosis or guidance might be a better approach."
Despite this speculation, Ding Yun had no way to conduct experiments to verify it. Conducting experiments alone as a sample subject lacked universality, so this guess could only remain as a note in her personal log for now.
Then, Ding Yun went out to forage for food.
For Ding Yun, the nutrient solutions she had just consumed were merely consumables for cultivating the Gluttony Art; they couldn't be considered delicacies. Besides their sustenance attribute, delicacies must also possess the special effect of allowing one to enjoy the taste of food.
She hadn't enjoyed anything just now, and the continuous swallowing of those high-grade, supposedly delicious nutrient solutions had been a torment.
Therefore, she had to go out and eat something delicious.
After a satisfying meal and returning to her bedroom, Ding Yun had to consider a practical issue: earning money. The original body's salary was already low and she had to cover daily meals, electricity, and water bills. Even with the utmost frugality, not much money could be saved. The savings accumulated over the years had all been used for her children's weddings, and she hadn't accepted a single cent of gift money from relatives.
All of it was given to the two young couples to keep.
So, when Ding Yun arrived, the original body had only her last month's salary, which had been held by the company and only recently disbursed.
And she had already spent a significant portion of it.
She had bought over ten catties of cooked beef tendon at ninety-one catties, and she had just eaten a good meal at a restaurant. The remaining three thousand-plus yuan in the original body's possession wouldn't last long; it was now less than half.
If she didn't find a way to generate income.
Even with Ding Yun's frugality, it wouldn't last long.
As for asking Gu Jianguo for money, the original body had been too lazy to do so, and Ding Yun was even more embarrassed to bring it up. Moreover, having lived so many lives and for so many years, it would be laughable if she couldn't even support herself without asking a man for money.
However, with so many ways to make money, Ding Yun found herself somewhat undecided, unsure of which method to use to earn her first pot of gold.
After much deliberation, Ding Yun finally concluded that unearned income was more comfortable. She didn't want to continue running a factory, engaging in industry, or even engaging in elaborate business wars to earn money.
After all, she no longer needed influence.
There was no need for such a grand spectacle.
All she needed was enough money to live on.
As for how to earn unearned income, within the bounds of the law, her only options were to sell items from her soul space and to buy lottery tickets. Selling items from her soul space also carried the risk of people questioning the origin of the goods.
Therefore, in summary.
Buying lottery tickets was the safest option.
With this thought, Ding Yun immediately retrieved an artificial intelligence from her soul space and had it reside within her mobile phone. Relying on cloud servers and borrowed computing power from other computers, the AI effortlessly calculated the numbers with the fewest purchasers for the current round and numbers that had not been purchased by anyone. Based on this, it ultimately deduced fifty numbers with the highest probability of winning the grand prize.
And then, of course, based on these numbers.
She went out to buy lottery tickets.
She didn't dare to buy too many, fearing that buying too many might prevent her from winning even if she was supposed to. So, Ding Yun bought only two tickets for each number; enough was sufficient, there was no need to be overly ambitious.
Since today was Saturday.
She would know whether she won or not by tomorrow evening.
After buying the lottery tickets and returning home, Ding Yun didn't pay much attention to Gu Jianguo's absence. However, having slept for several hours in the afternoon, she felt no drowsiness at this time. So, after washing up, she started watching television.
She didn't go to bed until midnight.
As for her husband, she had long since forgotten about him.
Then, around three in the morning, a phone call suddenly came through. It was from the Public Security Bureau, asking Ding Yun to go to the hospital to identify a body and provide a statement.
Upon hearing this, Ding Yun, who was still somewhat groggy, instantly sobered up and immediately asked:
"What exactly happened? Who died?"
"Could it be Gu Jianguo?"
"Gu Jianguo, oh, Gu Jianguo is fine. He just fell and hit his head badly. He's just had it bandaged and is drunk, sleeping now. It's his father who is in trouble. His father was likely riding an electric scooter with him, and for some reason, they fell into a ditch.
His head hit a rock, and he died at the scene.
We have already notified his other relatives through the contact information in his phone. You should come over quickly."
The Public Security Bureau, being professional, calmly explained the gist of the incident to Ding Yun.
Ding Yun was speechless after listening. Her father-in-law had truly had the worst luck, dying as a consequence of his son's actions. Based on the original body's memories, she immediately understood how this had happened. It was likely that her husband, Gu Jianguo, had gone out drinking with friends again, returned drunk, and his equally drunk companions were unable to escort him home.
They had to call someone else to pick him up.
Gu Jianguo probably still had some awareness and knew that his wife hated his drinking the most. Furthermore, he seemed to have quarreled with her today for some reason. So, he didn't call Ding Yun but instead called his father to pick him up. This had happened before.
After all, sometimes when the original body was working the night shift, she couldn't pick him up, and only his father was willing to do so.
However, something unexpected happened this time.
Resulting in one death and one injury.
Just thinking about it made Ding Yun's head ache. She felt it would have been better if Gu Jianguo had died. After all, if Gu Jianguo had died, it wouldn't matter much to her. Besides having to arrange a funeral, there wouldn't be any other troublesome matters.
But now it was his father who had died. His siblings, including his mother, would surely harbor resentment.
Although Gu Jianguo was the primary cause.
It would be difficult for her, as his daughter-in-law, to escape responsibility.
The thought of having to argue and be resented by relatives in the future made Ding Yun not want to move. She even considered disappearing altogether, to avoid having to worry about such matters.