The True Thousand Gold Possessions of the Myriad Realms Trading System

Ruan Mianmian took out steaming hot buns and mantou, held them up and waved them: "These are the buns and mantou. Two for one coin."

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly when they saw the steamed buns and mantou.

The next moment, they rushed over: "I want it, I want it—" Their voices were more urgent than the last.

The crowd became even more excited when they smelled the unique sweet aroma of steamed buns and mantou.

Ruan Mianmian waved her hand: "Don't rush, line up, one after another, line up..."

Gu Shi and some soldiers sent by Prefect Tao helped maintain order and make the crowd line up.

Two people who looked relatively clean were in charge of collecting money and distributing steamed buns and mantou, while Ruan Mianmian and Yu Qingqing were in charge of supervision.

The first short, thin man received two steamed buns, took a small bite, and savored the wheat aroma and soft texture in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face.

He couldn't resist taking another bite, then carefully tucked it into his clothes and hurried away.

Ruan Mianmian claimed to be supervising, but her divine sense was powerful. With just a sweep of her divine sense, she could tell whether those collecting money and distributing steamed buns and mantou were slacking off or embezzling money. She didn't need to look closely. Therefore, her gaze was mostly on the people queuing to buy food.

Seeing how devoutly the first man who bought the steamed buns treated them, and then how reluctant he was to eat them, I knew he must be taking them back to his family. I couldn't help but sigh and turn my gaze to the people in the long queue.

Everyone, without exception, was emaciated, and their clothes were covered in patches.

The extreme drought made them barely able to survive; they looked like emaciated skeletons.

No matter the era, it is always the lower class who suffer.

Prefect Tao, on the other hand, lived in a magnificent residence, ate delicacies from land and sea, and wore fine silks and satins; he was extremely wealthy.

It's truly a case of "the rich feasting on meat and wine while the poor freeze to death on the streets."

Hopefully, this time, it can help many people who are on the verge of not surviving.

Although there were plenty of steamed buns and mantou, they sold out quickly, so Ruan Mianmian started selling the relatively thick white porridge, which was even cheaper.

People who couldn't buy steamed buns or mantou weren't angry or picky. Instead, they preferred to buy plain porridge because they could buy more plain porridge for the same amount of money.

Even the soldiers maintaining order had their leader come over to ask if they could buy congee.

Ruan Mianmian wasn't the kind of person who would just make people work without paying them. She had seen that those who came to help were all diligent and responsible, so she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll save some for you."

Not long after the congee was put on sale, a man came running back, panting, and carefully took out the steamed buns he had bought earlier: "Can I...can I return the steamed buns and exchange them for congee?"

The soldier in charge of selling looked at Ruan Mianmian.

Ruan Mianmian nodded in agreement to the replacement, and then said gently, "These steamed buns may look small, but they are made with a lot of ingredients, and the price is not expensive."

She assumed the man who came to exchange was doing so because he felt he was being taken advantage of, so she made a point of explaining.

When the man saw Ruan Mianmian speak, he glanced over and saw her beautiful face, as radiant as a begonia in spring slumber. He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his gaze, not daring to look, and stammered, "The porridge... there's water in the porridge..."

Ruan Mianmian suddenly realized.

She forgot that this area was barren and everyone lacked drinking water.

Porridge contains water, fills the stomach, and is inexpensive, making it a food that people are more willing to buy.

Not long after, the person who had previously spent a penny to buy steamed buns and mantou rushed over and lined up again to buy porridge.

Seeing this, Yu Qingqing said, "We can replace the steamed buns and mantou with plain porridge."

However, only a minority of people exchanged their porridge; most people simply bought an extra serving.

Yu Qingqing asked for the reason.

One of the villagers said, "We're afraid we won't have anything to sell tomorrow."

They had seen with their own eyes how many people lined up to buy the goods, and naturally they were worried that once the goods were sold out, there wouldn't be any left the next day.

Yu Qingqing smiled and reassured everyone, "Don't worry, everyone. Tomorrow will be the same as today; we'll still be selling plain porridge, steamed buns, and mantou."

Worried that people wouldn't hear her, she focused her energy in her dantian and used magic to make her voice travel all around the fields. That's right, the goods were sold in the fields because there were no large squares, only vast fields.

Although the sound carried, and it seemed that many people heard it, they still refused to leave and patiently stayed in the queue.

Ruan Mianmian did not interfere.

Located in the north, the locals mostly eat millet porridge or bean porridge. However, in modern society, rice is the cheapest food, so Ruan Mianmian doesn't sell millet porridge or bean porridge, but rather plain white porridge.

At the end of the day, Ruan Mianmian and the other two returned to the mall to rest.

But right after dinner, Professor Qian, who had rushed back, called him to a meeting:

"Today I led a small team to walk around and found many books and bamboo slips scattered along the roads and in the wilderness. Bamboo slips were also found in some tombs that had cracked due to drought. In addition, there were stone tablets from the Qin and Han dynasties. These are all treasures. I hope to send a group of people to collect and organize these cultural relics."

Ruan Mianmian looked at Professor Qian in surprise: "Is this world really a historical dynasty of our world?"

She had heard Prefect Tao mention Ruan Ji before, but she only thought it was a coincidence of names in history and dared not think that it was a dynasty from her time.

She only dared to think that this world was a parallel universe, with some of the same history and names.

“That’s right, the same timeline.” Professor Qian nodded affirmatively. “I’ve been busy with this all day. I’ve been to a large city in the distance, checked the library, and looked through some ancient texts. I can confirm that this dynasty is the ancient era we lived in. To be precise, it’s the Western Jin Dynasty.”

Upon hearing this, Ruan Mianmian and other attendees were very excited and expressed their determination to do their utmost to salvage the scattered bamboo slips and books, so that these historical and cultural treasures would not be lost in the end.

Professor Qian was very impatient. After the meeting, he didn't even bother with the food and hurriedly led the team out.

Ruan Mianmian and the others were all cultivators, and they were not tired even if they didn't sleep for a day. Seeing this, they excitedly went out to help salvage the bamboo slips and books scattered everywhere.

As for the stone tablet, perhaps only rubbings can be made.

After all, it was such a large item, and it was just sitting there; it would be really unfair to move it.

Although such a stone tablet will be destroyed in the future, it would be more appropriate to take it away in advance. However, there is no reason for people to just take it away like this. After all, we cannot tell those powerful clans that this stone tablet will be lost in the future. It's not that we are afraid of those powerful clans, but that keeping the stone tablet allows more people to observe and learn from it, thus promoting their cultural literacy and calligraphy.

Like the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, who studied numerous steles before achieving great mastery of calligraphy.

If they were to steal it, preventing a renowned calligrapher from having the opportunity to study it and thus affecting their time and achievements in becoming a great calligrapher, that would be a grave mistake.

After Ruan Mianmian and her group cultivated immortality, although their lifespan and various abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people, they never took advantage of these "powerful" abilities to look down on ordinary people or steal their opportunities.

Those who commit crimes are not included.