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

The morning light shines through the mist onto the bustling ancient bazaar.

The stalls were filled with a wide variety of goods, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were heard one after another, making the place very lively.

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze stood at the intersection, feeling a little lost for a moment.

"How can we check so many things?" Fan Mengmeng couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the huge crowd in front of her.

Teng Junze frowned slightly. He had never observed the workings of a market so carefully before. "Let's take a look around first."

Fan Mengmeng shook her head. "This is too slow and inefficient." She pulled out a stack of paper and a charcoal pencil from her cloth bag. "Xiaofu, come and help me."

Xiaofu went over curiously and saw Fan Mengmeng drawing a table on a piece of paper with words like "category", "quantity", and "price" written on it.

Pointing to a table, she explained, "We record the goods we see by category, and try to remember the quantity and price as clearly as possible. This way we can get a general idea of ​​the supply situation in the market."

Teng Junze watched her make arrangements in an orderly manner, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He originally thought that Fan Mengmeng was just a woman with some strange ideas, but he didn't expect that she was so organized and meticulous in her work.

Under Fan Mengmeng's command, Xiaofu quickly got into the state. While observing the goods on the stall, he reported to Fan Mengmeng, and Fan Mengmeng quickly recorded the information on the form.

The surrounding vendors also noticed these three strange people. They whispered to each other, curious and confused about Fan Mengmeng's behavior.

An hour later, Fan Mengmeng had filled several pages with her notes. She sorted the papers and said to Teng Junze, "The preliminary investigation results are in."

Teng Junze took the paper and read it carefully.

He found that Fan Mengmeng not only recorded the information of the goods, but also made a simple analysis of the supply and demand relationship and price fluctuations of different goods.

This clear and concise table gave him a more intuitive understanding of the market conditions in ancient times.

He raised his head, his eyes fell on Fan Mengmeng, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "You really didn't let me down."

Fan Mengmeng smiled and was about to say something when suddenly a rough voice interrupted them, "Who are you? What are you doing here sneaking around?" A burly vendor walked over aggressively, followed by several equally unfriendly companions.

He snatched the paper from Teng Junze's hand and roughly unfolded it. "What is this? What information are you trying to gather?"

The burly vendor waved the paper in his hand violently, spitting everywhere, "Tell me! Who are you? Do you want to disrupt our business?" Several of his companions behind him also started shouting, and for a moment, Fan Mengmeng and the others were surrounded.

Teng Junze's face was gloomy, and the pressure of a superior unconsciously emanated from him.

He was about to speak when Fan Mengmeng pulled his sleeve.

She shook her head, signaling him not to be impulsive.

Fan Mengmeng knew very well that in ancient times, power was important, but the people's hearts could not be ignored.

If Teng Junze uses his power at this moment, it will only intensify the conflict and be counterproductive.

Fan Mengmeng stepped forward with a friendly smile on her face. "Hey, big brother, you misunderstood. We just want to understand the market prices. We have no ill intentions."

"Who would believe your nonsense?" The burly merchant was clearly not buying it. "You outsiders, asking about this and that as soon as you get here, you definitely have bad intentions!"

Fan Mengmeng's eyes rolled and a plan came to her mind.

She pointed to a cloth stall nearby and said, "Madam, your fabrics have nice patterns and colors, but they're arranged a bit messily, which doesn't attract customers. How about this? We can help you rearrange them. I guarantee your business will improve."

The vendor hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

Fan Mengmeng reclassified and arranged the cloths according to color and material, and taught the small vendors some simple promotional techniques, such as buy two get one free and discounts.

In less than half an hour, many customers gathered in front of the small vendor's stall, and business became prosperous.

The surrounding vendors stared at this with wide eyes. They had originally thought Fan Mengmeng was causing trouble, but they had no idea she was actually capable!

"Girl, please help me too!"

“My goods need to be rearranged too!”

The vendors, who were originally very angry, now surrounded Fan Mengmeng and scrambled to ask for her help.

Even the burly vendor from earlier walked up to Fan Mengmeng awkwardly and said, "Hey... girl, I misunderstood you just now. Could you please help me take a look?"

Teng Junze looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of admiration.

This seemingly weak woman actually resolved the crisis in such a clever way.

He walked over to Fan Mengmeng and whispered, "You're so smart." A faint blush appeared on Fan Mengmeng's face. "This... these are just some little tricks."

After finishing the last stall, Fan Mengmeng felt Teng Junze's hand accidentally touch her fingertips...

Fan Mengmeng was sorting the dazzling array of silks on the stall, and her fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of Teng Junze's hand.

An electric sensation instantly spread throughout her body. She hurriedly retracted her hand, her cheeks flushed.

Teng Junze was also stunned for a moment, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his deep eyes.

Seeing this, Xiaofu, who was standing by, covered his mouth and laughed secretly, but did not dare to laugh out loud, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Ahem," Teng Junze coughed lightly, breaking the slightly awkward silence, "The texture of this silk is good, what do you think, Miss Fan?" He picked up a piece of dark green silk and spread it out in front of Fan Mengmeng.

Fan Mengmeng calmed herself down and tried to look more natural. "Well, it is indeed top-grade brocade, which is priceless in modern times." As she spoke, she carefully observed the texture of the silk, and her fingertips accidentally touched Teng Junze's hand again.

This time, he didn't dodge, but gently held her hand.

Fan Mengmeng's heartbeat quickened. She raised her head and met Teng Junze's affectionate gaze. As their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.

"Ahem," Xiaofu coughed again at an inopportune moment, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere, "Master, we should go to the next place."

Teng Junze then let go of Fan Mengmeng's hand, a hint of unnaturalness flashing across his face, "Let's go."

At the end of the day, they visited shops of all sizes in the city and collected a large amount of information about ancient supplies, from grain and cloth to porcelain and tea, recording every detail in a book.

This information is crucial for their future cooperation.

As night fell, Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze sat in the room of the inn, sorting out their day's harvest.

"I didn't expect prices in ancient times to be so low," Fan Mengmeng exclaimed. "If I could bring these supplies back to the modern era, I'd definitely make a ton of money."

Teng Junze smiled. "Miss Fan, our cooperation has just begun. There will be more surprises waiting for you in the future." He paused, his eyes filled with a hint of meaning. "Of course, that includes me."

Fan Mengmeng's face turned red again. She lowered her head, not daring to look into Teng Junze's eyes.

With this material information, the subsequent material exchange will be smoother, but new challenges will also arise.

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze brought the sorted supplies to the dock, ready to conduct the first material exchange with Manager Zhao.

The pier was deserted, with only the sound of waves crashing against the shore, making it seem particularly lonely.

As the night deepened, Shopkeeper Zhao still hadn't appeared... Teng Junze gripped the sword at his waist tightly, his eyes blazing as he gazed at the dark sea. "It seems someone doesn't want us to trade smoothly..."