The True Thousand Gold Possessions of the Myriad Realms Trading System

Zhang Ying's eyes widened in disbelief: "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

At present, our motherland is poor and backward, oppressed by the Eastern Faction and landlord class at home, and bullied and plundered by foreign countries. It is a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society with a broken land. How could it have such wealth and prosperity 90 years later?

Although she firmly believed that following the Western faction could change the world, her most beautiful wish was simply to ensure that more people would not starve and could survive. How could she dare to dream of such a prosperous life?

Looking into Zhang Ying's eyes, Ruan Mianmian said earnestly, "I didn't lie to you! The prosperous era 90 years from now will be just as you wished!"

Looking into the girl's sincere eyes, Zhang Ying realized she wasn't lying and was completely stunned.

Slowly, she moved her gaze, taking in the dazzling array of goods on the shelves around her. As she looked, her breathing quickened, and she grabbed Ruan Mianmian's hand: "Is this really the world of the future? Can you tell me what the future will be like? Are there still countries swaggering around our land? Have fewer people starved or frozen to death?"

Ruan Mianmian felt a sharp pain in her hand, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she placed her other hand over Zhang Ying's and said, "Everything will be fine in the future. I'll tell you slowly. Now, let's go get some food."

Remembering the hungry young soldier, Zhang Ying suppressed her intense thirst for knowledge and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, let's go find something to eat first."

After saying that, he walked forward. He hadn't gone far when he suddenly saw several square boxes in front of him filled with white rice. He quickened his pace and went forward, subconsciously reaching out to touch the rice.

However, he stopped as soon as his hand approached the rice.

She lowered her head, looked at her chapped and somewhat dirty hands, silently withdrew them, and murmured, "So much rice... pure white, even better than the rice at home."

Her family used to have an abundance of rice, but after joining the West School, they started going hungry because there were so many people to help.

When she and her comrades were suffering, she would think of the rice that her family could not finish eating. When she saw her comrades starving, she would call home more than once to ask for money and food.

Every time she called, her parents would scold her, saying that others joined the army to earn money for their families, but she joined the army and was like a beggar, only knowing how to ask her family for money and things. After scolding her, they would still give her money and food and earnestly persuade her to go home and wait to get married.

She did not go back to wait to get married; she firmly believed that the path she had chosen was the right one.

What she wanted was not for herself to have an endless supply of rice, but for trillions of people in this country to have an endless supply of rice.

Ruan Mianmian nodded and said, "There are many varieties of rice here. Try to take as much as you can when you leave." Then, remembering that these respectable people only had two silver dollars, and that she might not have enough money to buy more next time, she stopped and said, "Let's pack now!"

The soldiers downstairs were hungry, but the room was warm, so they could hold out for a while longer. She had to hurry and prepare enough food for them.

Zhang Ying nodded repeatedly, "Okay." After a pause, she added, "However, not too much. We'll eat sparingly, and it will last a long time." They had only given her two silver dollars, which could buy very little. Although the young girl was generous and willing to give more, as a member of the Western faction, she absolutely could not take more from the people.

However, these were the rations the soldiers desperately needed, so she had no choice but to swallow her pride and bring in some.

Ruan Mianmian waved her hand and said, "Take as much as you can, don't be shy." After saying that, she looked around and saw the bags of rice. She quickly told Zhang Ying to move the bags of rice. "Take these bags. We have 28 soldiers, so we need to bring enough for at least 28 soldiers."

The soldiers were either injured or too young, so they probably couldn't carry much. I wonder if they could use trolleys or shopping carts to climb mountains and wade through rivers.

Zhang Ying quickly waved her hand: "No need for so much. Rice is precious. Just add some coarse grains and beans, but the total amount shouldn't be too much." Seeing that Ruan Mianmian was about to say more, she added, "Apart from horses, no other vehicles are suitable. I heard that after the snow-capped mountains, there are grasslands behind us, so we can't carry much. We have other comrades behind us, so we need to leave more supplies for them."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Mianmian, while carrying 5-jin bags of rice, said to Zhang Ying, "Then let's hurry up and carry them. Let me know if you think you have enough. This rice is very cheap, so don't worry about getting a bargain. Just take as much as you can. As for other grains, they don't taste very good, and they are more expensive than rice here, some even several times more expensive, so it's better to bring rice."

Beans often cost more than 10 yuan per kilogram, and the cheapest soybeans sell for 6.9 yuan, which is two or three times more expensive than ordinary rice!

Therefore, rice is cheap and suits the tastes of southerners like Zhang Ying, making it the most suitable item to bring.

"Rice is actually cheaper than other grains?" Zhang Ying was surprised.

Ruan Mianmian nodded: "That's right. Grandpa Yuan Longping developed super hybrid rice, with a yield of about 1000 kilograms per mu. However, that was strategic rice, and the taste wasn't very good. The rice we eat now has a yield of about 300-400 kilograms per mu, and we import a lot of it every year, so the price is cheap."

Zhang Ying was taken aback again, her voice changing: "What? 1000 kilograms per mu?" She then asked breathlessly, "Do you have any rice seeds?"

She didn't understand these things when she was a young lady from a wealthy family, but after joining the Western School and working there, she learned them all.

The current yield is 70-90 kilograms per mu, which is far less than what the young girl in front of me said!

If, if she had rice seeds that could yield 1000 kilograms per mu, she could definitely feed more people!

Not only will the soldiers not go hungry, but the number of civilians who starve to death will also be greatly reduced!

As for the taste, that's completely unimportant.

When they are extremely hungry, they eat sweet potatoes, cassava, and corn kernels that get stuck in their throats—basically anything edible—to fill their stomachs. They don't care about the taste at all.

Ruan Mianmian really didn't know if this shopping mall had rice seeds, but according to her understanding, it probably didn't. She said, "I don't know either. I'll check later. Even if it does, this place is only suitable for planting conventional rice seeds with a yield of 300-400 kilograms per mu, because super rice cannot be saved for seed."

If seeds are available, that would be a great thing, because through improvements, the yield per acre of many modern seeds has increased.

"How long will you need to investigate?" Zhang Ying asked hurriedly.

Ruan Mianmian thought for a moment: "I'll check right away after I finish buying your things. There should be a computer here, so I can find it quickly."

Zhang Ying instructed, "Then you must investigate this thoroughly."

Ruan Mianmian nodded, packed the rice, and then asked, "Do you want sugar and salt?"

"Yes, we will." Zhang Ying's eyes brightened slightly, but quickly dimmed again. "But we only have two silver dollars. Can we really buy so much stuff?"

Sugar was so expensive, and with salt and rice added, two dollars might not be enough.

Ruan Mianmian said with absolute certainty, "Absolutely! As long as I don't tell you to stop, you can keep buying! You go and pack the sugar, and I'll go find you some salt."

After filling several bags with white sugar and getting a lot of salt, Ruan Mianmian took Zhang Ying to the stainless steel shelf.