End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

At the first light of dawn, Fan Mengmeng had finished washing up and stepped into the bustling market again with the task assigned by Teng Junze.

Today's goal is to find some special medicinal herbs. She is not sure whether she can find them. After all, the names of medicinal herbs in ancient times are very different from those in modern times.

The market was crowded with people and the sounds of hawking could be heard one after another.

Xiaofu followed Fan Mengmeng closely, observing the surrounding situation vigilantly.

While browsing the goods on the stall, Fan Mengmeng recalled the records in the modern pharmacopoeia, hoping to find some clues.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous stall caught her attention.

There are some dried herbs on the stall, emitting a faint fragrance.

Fan Mengmeng picked up one and looked at it carefully. The leaves were oval with tiny serrations on the edges, and the roots were thick and dark red.

Could this... be the "Bauhinia vine" recorded in modern medicine?

This herb is widely used in modern times to treat inflammation and infection, but its value seems to have been unknown in ancient times.

"Boss, how much is this herb?" Fan Mengmeng suppressed her inner excitement and asked casually.

The stall owner was an elderly man. Seeing that Fan Mengmeng was interested in the herbs that no one was interested in, he replied nonchalantly, "Girl, these herbs are not worth much. Take them if you want."

Fan Mengmeng was delighted, but she asked calmly, "Then... I want all of these. How much silver do you need?"

The old man was immediately cheered up when he heard this and said quickly, "Young lady, you have a good eye. Although these herbs are not worth much, they can be dried and made into tea, which is good for your health. How about this, just give me ten cents."

Fan Mengmeng paid the money readily and asked Xiaofu to pack up all the redbud vines and take them away.

Xiaofu looked at the bag full of "weeds" and asked in confusion, "Girl, why did you buy so much weed?"

Fan Mengmeng smiled mysteriously and did not explain. She just said, "You will know later." Xiaofu looked at Fan Mengmeng's confident smile and thought to himself that this girl really has magical abilities. She can always find value that others cannot see.

In the distance, a figure was watching all this...

After Fan Mengmeng properly placed the redbud vine, she continued to walk around the market.

She noticed a blacksmith's stall with some crudely shaped farm tools.

A thought flashed through her mind.

She picked up a hoe and carefully examined its structure.

"Master, the design of your hoe isn't very reasonable," Fan Mengmeng said, pointing at the hoe head. "The angle is too blunt. Not only does it take a lot of effort, but it can also easily damage the crops."

The blacksmith was a rough man, and he was a little displeased when he heard this: "Girl, what do you know? I have been working as a blacksmith for twenty years, and the hoes I make are the best within a hundred miles!"

Fan Mengmeng smiled faintly, neither servile nor arrogant. "Master, I'm not questioning your craftsmanship, but the design of this hoe could really use some improvement. Look, if the head of the hoe were changed to look like this..." She picked up a branch and drew a slightly curved shape on the ground. "This would not only save effort, but also help to turn the soil better, improving efficiency."

The blacksmith was dismissive at first, but after looking at the pattern drawn by Fan Mengmeng, he felt that there was some truth in it.

He followed Fan Mengmeng's advice half-heartedly and remade a hoe.

After trying it out, I found it to be much better than the previous hoe.

Seeing this, the surrounding villagers gathered around and wanted to buy this new hoe.

The blacksmith admired Fan Mengmeng's wisdom very much, and to thank her, he gave her some precious ores.

Fan Mengmeng gladly accepted it, thinking about the modern value of these minerals.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared behind her.

Teng Junze arrived at the market at some point. He looked at Fan Mengmeng busy at work in the market and something moved his heart.

He walked forward and walked side by side with Fan Mengmeng.

"I didn't expect you to be so ingenious," Teng Junze said with a hint of admiration. His fingertips brushed the back of Fan Mengmeng's hand, leaving a tingling sensation. "It seems I really underestimated you."

Fan Mengmeng's cheeks flushed slightly, and she pulled her hand back without leaving a trace: "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."

Teng Junze's lips curled up into a meaningful smile. "Really? I think you have many surprises waiting for me to discover." He took Fan Mengmeng's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to try some of the local snacks at the market." His palm was warm and dry, wrapping around Fan Mengmeng's small hand. A strange feeling spread between them...

The market was bustling with people, noisy and filled with the sounds of hawkers shouting one after another.

Teng Junze held Fan Mengmeng's hand, walked among the crowd, and took her to taste various ancient delicacies.

A string of candied haws, a meat pie, and a bowl of hot wontons. Fan Mengmeng ate with gusto, a satisfied smile on her face.

Teng Junze looked at her with gentle eyes and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Is it delicious?" he asked softly.

Fan Mengmeng nodded repeatedly and said incoherently, "Hmm, delicious!" She looked like a happy little squirrel with bulging cheeks, so cute.

Teng Junze couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away the debris from the corner of her mouth. His movements were natural and intimate.

Fan Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

The people around looked at them and smiled knowingly, and the air was filled with a sweet atmosphere.

The two ate and talked, and Fan Mengmeng told Teng Junze all the material information she had learned in modern society, as well as some simple business concepts, without reservation.

Teng Junze listened with great interest, asking questions from time to time, and Fan Mengmeng answered them patiently.

"What you said is indeed very insightful," Teng Junze said thoughtfully, "Perhaps we can give it a try."

Fan Mengmeng's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course," Teng Junze looked at her with trust in his eyes, "I believe in your ability."

He decided to let Fan Mengmeng participate in more material matters, such as procurement, management, and even formulating some business strategies.

Fan Mengmeng accepted it with pleasure, her heart full of anticipation.

After returning to the Teng Mansion, Teng Junze immediately ordered his servants to bring all the account books in the warehouse to Fan Mengmeng for inspection.

Fan Mengmeng carefully flipped through the account books, her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed.

She found that there were many problems with Teng Mansion's material management, such as inventory backlogs and a single procurement channel.

"I have some ideas..." Fan Mengmeng raised her head and was about to speak, but suddenly felt dizzy.

Everything in front of her eyes became blurry, and she felt as if she was sucked into a vortex by a powerful force... She subconsciously grabbed Teng Junze's sleeve, "I... I seem to..." Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared in front of Teng Junze.

Teng Junze looked at the empty room with deep eyes, his hand still holding the corner of Fan Mengmeng's clothes that she had just touched... He slowly clenched the corner of the clothes.