Chapter 8

Reveal the Dimension

At six in the morning, Manfah hurried to Grandma Tan's House, the wealthiest house in the village. Today, she was buying all fifty woven baskets from her.

"Do you work day and night without sleeping, Grandma Tan?" Manfah shouted in surprise.

Grandma Tan replied, "Grandpa Jit helps me weave too, hehe."

With plenty of free time and their children and grandchildren taking over all their work, the two elderly folks had nothing to do. So when Manfah came to buy all the baskets, Grandma Tan beamed with a toothless smile, which was still quite charming, wasn't it?

Grandpa Jit asked, "I heard the garden is doing well, isn't it, Little Man?"

"Yes, Grandpa Jit. I just bought the land next door to build worker accommodations."

"Just like your father, you truly are Pipop’s daughter."

"Yes."

"I'll be off now. I'm going to buy more baskets."

"And how will you transport them?" Grandma Tan asked with concern.

"I'll hire Grandpa Puang. It's better to use his three-wheeled vehicle."

"Good, good," Grandma Tan sighed with relief, at least she wouldn't be pedaling a bicycle around until her legs gave out.

After that, Manfah rode in Grandpa Puang's sidecar, and he drove her around the village to buy all the woven baskets. She managed to gather a total of two hundred baskets for the day.

Grandpa Puang and Manfah helped load the baskets into the garden. Manfah handed Grandpa Puang fifty baht, which made his eyes widen. Wasn't this too much?

"This is too much, Little Man. I don't dare accept this much."

Grandpa Puang felt a bit guilty. Back when Manfah was struggling, he hadn't been able to help her at all, but he was struggling too. Manfah understood, but she didn't hold it against him. She remembered Grandpa Puang as a kind-hearted person. Sometimes, he would let her ride in his vehicle to school. He was generous, even though he had his own hardships.

Do you always need money to help others?

Sometimes, just a small act of kindness is enough.

"Please take it, or next time I won't ask Grandpa Puang for help again."

"Sigh... fine. Do you need more baskets?"

"No, that's enough. I'm planning to build worker accommodations. When the time comes, I'll ask Grandpa Puang to help buy plates, cups, and spoons. There will be plenty to buy in the future."

"Sure, sure, just call on Grandpa Puang anytime." Grandpa Puang was more than willing to help. With the payment Little Man gave him today, he could live comfortably for half a year. That girl sure spends money freely.

But for Manfah, she thought it was cheap. In her other world, it was considered inexpensive. She wasn't yet accustomed to the cost of living here. She earned money easily because she had the farm game dimension system. With the system, she was always wealthy, never poor.

"Are you free these days, Grandpa Puang?"

"Yes, yes."

"Grandpa Puang, please take my sun-dried pork to sell at the market. I'll give you five baht per bag."

"Are you sure? Five baht is quite a lot."

Manfah was puzzled. What could one baht even buy here? Why did Grandpa Puang talk as if it was a significant amount? She figured she needed to visit the market, maybe check out some regular shops. She had been to clothing stores, electronics shops, and plant nurseries, but never to food stalls or street vendors. Perhaps it was time to start spending some money and see for herself.

"Either way, I'll still make a good profit," she then ordered the pork processing machine in her dimension to produce two hundred packs of sun-dried pork. But around here, the locals would probably call them bags.

Manfah cooked a meal to share with Grandpa Puang in the garden. He lived alone; his wife and children had left him long ago because he was poor and couldn't provide a better future for them. They had moved to the city over twenty years ago and never looked back. It was truly sad.

"This basil pork with fried egg is delicious, Little Man."

"Please, eat it all."

"Meat is really expensive. This is the first time I've had so much pork," Grandpa Puang was delighted with just a single plate of food. The happiness of the elderly here was so simple. Life in Siam was exhausting, but it was a different kind of struggle. She understood the life of city dwellers well—the social pressures, appearances, education, status, and the fierce commercial competition. In the countryside, suicides were rare, unlike in the city, where people found it hard to climb back up once they fell. They couldn't accept reality. Yet, humans could adapt easily if only they accepted the truth before them.

"Grandpa Puang, why don't you come live with me? Sell your land to me, and I'll build you a house. I'll take care of you."

"Re-really? Are you serious?"

"My garden is huge. With you helping me look after it, I won't have to worry."

Suddenly, Grandpa Puang thought he saw an aura surrounding Manfah.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but there was nothing there!

He figured the sun must have been too bright, making him see things.

In the twilight of his life, Grandpa Puang longed for someone to care for him. He didn't want to die alone. Little girl Man was also alone, an orphan who fought hard for her life. He truly couldn't compare to this small child.

Just like Pipop’s daughter.

"I'll take care of you, Grandpa. Come with me."

Manfah felt compelled to help Grandpa Puang, as if something was urging her to do so.

"Um, thank you, Little Man. Thank you for caring about an old man like me. I never thought anyone would want me."

Grandpa Puang's eyes were red, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks.

"I understand what it's like to be alone. It's very lonely."

Yes! In her past life, she had always been alone. No one was ever by her side, only emptiness. She spent her time on the internet and watching dramas.

Later, when Uncle Phin came to see her, she told him she wanted Grandpa Puang to live with her. Uncle Phin agreed. Once Grandpa Puang moved in, she knew she couldn't keep her secret any longer. So, she decided to tell Grandpa Puang and Uncle Phin about the dimension.

At first, they thought she was joking. So, she decided to show them a miracle to settle it. Manfah lined up five baskets and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the baskets were filled with durians. The two of them nearly fell over in shock.

Then she demonstrated how to fertilize and water the plants. This time, they both sat down on the ground, mouths agape.

"Do you believe me now?"

"W-Whether I believe it or not, I guess I have to," Uncle Phin said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He thought he might need to brew some herbal tea when he got home.

"I told you both because I know you won't harm me, Uncle Phin, Uncle Puang. And just so you know, I'm not a ghost or a demon. I'm just an ordinary person. If a durian fell on my head, it would hurt just the same."

Uncle Phin and Grandpa Puang laughed at her joke. "We don't think you're a demon. You're far too adorable for that. Should I tell Mafueang and Mafai?"

"Let them come to my house. I'll explain everything to them myself."

"Alright, I'll go pick them up. They should be done with school by now. I think your house could use some expansion and renovation."

"Yes, I think so too."

"I'll call Uncle Pai to let him know."

Meanwhile,

A mysterious man, who had been reading a book, closed it.

The God of Dimensions spoke, "Ingfa has mastered your blessing well."

"Yes, this is just the beginning. Soon, she'll have even more allies."

The mysterious man looked out the window. Beyond it was Earth, where Manfah resided.

The world he saw was shrouded in a menacing purple aura.

He hoped she would make it through this imperfect world.