My supermarket is connected to all worlds, and I've won so much money handing it over to the st

Shen Qingyan did not answer.

Chief Constable Cheng looked at Shen Qingyan, pleading for forgiveness, but there was not a trace of regret in his eyes. "Sir, you may not know, but we have all discussed it. If the court really wants your life, Lord Chen's life, and the lives of the other officials, we will lead the people to storm the execution ground. No matter what, we will never let our benefactor of 800,000 disaster victims die like this."

The imperial court did nothing, and even after hundreds of thousands of people died, it was unwilling to issue a famine relief order, fearing that the famine would cause chaos in other prefectures and counties. It was the imperial court that abandoned them first.

However, it was Lord Shen, Lord Chen, and others who traveled far and wide, working day and night, just to save one more person. Only they are truly good officials who care about the country and the people and genuinely think of the common people.

Why should such an honest and upright official be unjustly killed?

“My lord, we have already died once, so we are not afraid of death. Isn’t your lifelong wish to seek the well-being of the people and live an upright life? Now that you have the opportunity to live, and even to hold a high position, why do you have to passively go to your death?”

Overwhelmed with grief, Constable Cheng kowtowed again and loudly questioned the officers.

A single sentence jolted Shen Qingyan awake, his mind instantly clearing as if an invisible constraint had been broken. He had been studying the classics and following the rules of ruler and subject for far too long…

He instinctively followed the rules set by others to fulfill his lifelong ambition, but he was no longer the Shen Qingyan of the past. He still had more than fifty chances to travel through time and trade. Couldn't he take a chance and rise to the position of setting the rules himself?

In this way, no one has to make sacrifices, and the people can benefit from the rule change as quickly as possible.

The fog cleared, and this time Shen Qingyan forcefully helped Constable Cheng up. He then took several steps back, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Thank you for enlightening me. It's truly enlightening. Constable Cheng, you're right."

He was blinded by his own involvement.

Seeing that Shen Qingyan had come to her senses, Constable Cheng finally felt relieved, his nose tingling with emotion. Now, everyone had a chance to live again.

"However, this rumor needs to be modified. If you spread it like that, wouldn't it mean that I am going to become the emperor, my teacher is still imprisoned in the capital, and I have nothing left but reputation? If this gets out, it won't just be the court that wants to kill me."

Even the teacher won't be able to protect themselves then.

Shen Qingyan thought about it carefully for a moment, then made up a set of words and taught them to Constable Cheng.

His ambition was not to become emperor. After all, if he wanted to truly understand the suffering of the people, he had to go among them. Staying in a high position for too long would easily cause him to lose sight of his original aspirations.

He only needs a position with a voice.

Constable Cheng immediately went to do it, and the oxcart was loaded. Shen Qingyan drove the oxcart, carrying his suitcase, into the mist. He was already a quarter of an hour late, and he hoped that Gu Xixi would not blame him.

He drove his oxcart through the fog and soon saw a light—a huge streetlamp hanging on the roof of the supermarket, which always guided him in the right direction.

Soon he saw the face that kept circling in his mind: a face as white as jade, eyes bright and clear, a smile as beautiful and vibrant as a flower.

Perhaps she was getting bored while waiting, as she was leaning against the stone bench and the stone table, yawning like a proud and lazy cat. The lamplight on her face only added to her radiance.

Shen Qingyan smiled slightly, patted the cow's rump, and sped up.

Gu Xixi saw Shen Qingyan after she finished yawning, quickly stood up, and walked over familiarly, "I thought you weren't coming today. How did it go? Did anything go wrong while using the water storage ball?"

"Unless something unexpected happens, I believe the drought will be resolved in a few days. The disaster that has been resolved in the Great Huang Dynasty is thanks to the help of everyone present, especially Miss Gu. I really don't know how to thank you enough."

Shen Qingyan jumped off the oxcart, looking radiant, a stark contrast to her previous dejected state.

Everyone could see it, so Gu Xixi believed that the problem was truly resolved, which was why Shen Qingyan was so relaxed. She joked, "Then repay me with your body."

That's what people in ancient times always said.

Chen Yu let out a quacking duck laugh, Chu Feng suppressed his laughter, and the others chuckled as well; they were familiar with this kind of abstract joke.

Shen Qingyan's first reaction was astonishment and surprise, then she looked at Gu Xixi with an increasingly serious expression.

She, Miss Gu just said… His mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, yet he didn’t know how to sort them out. So he just kept staring at Gu Xixi, his mouth slightly open and then closed, as if he were on edge.

"I...I was just kidding, don't take it seriously." Gu Xixi suddenly remembered that the other person had a crush on her. Good heavens, her tight-lipped nature—why did she blurt this out so quickly...?

Shen Qingyan was somewhat disappointed, but he suddenly felt relaxed. He smiled at Gu Xixi and said, "Miss Gu is always so interesting. Actually, I came here this time to discuss with you that after we take the grain away, I would like to exchange it for some other supplies, such as weapons that I can use to defend myself."

"Ideally, it would be enough for me to take on ten or a hundred people at once. I wonder if that's possible, and if we could exchange it."

"Why do you suddenly want this kind of thing? Don't tell me that war is coming after the drought ends?" Gu Xixi guessed, her smile immediately disappearing as she worried about the people there.

"The young lady's guess is pretty accurate. The Great Huang Dynasty is currently facing serious internal troubles. We disaster relief workers may risk our lives if we win the hearts of the people. We are just trying to protect ourselves."

Shen Qingyan spoke casually, but with great bitterness.

Everyone understood and felt sorry for him. Gu Xixi glanced at Chu Feng, pulled him aside to discuss, and then walked back. "We can trade, but there are many types of weapons. Let Chu Feng introduce them to you, and then you can choose a few. Do you have any ideas or requirements?"

Since it's a parallel world and won't affect Earth's history, it doesn't matter.

Besides, with a court like this, Shen Qingyan was just trying to protect himself; what did he do wrong?

Chu Feng didn't waste any time. He immediately took out the pistol from his waist and demonstrated it to Shen Qingyan, explaining, "This is a silenced pistol, less than 20 centimeters in size. It contains 20 hidden projectiles and can fire 20 times. Within a 50-meter range, if it hits a vital spot, the opponent will be dead without a doubt. 50 meters is roughly from here to..."

"This is a submachine gun, suitable for close combat; those are sniper rifles, suitable for long-range shooting. This is a light machine gun, suitable for large-scale battles; one can take on a hundred... Besides these handheld weapons, there are also these grenades, which I think would be suitable for your area..."

……

Chu Feng muttered an explanation, and the demonstration lasted for twenty minutes before it ended. Shen Qingyan's worldview was once again refreshed. "You have so many powerful weapons, you should have no enemies in this world, right? No wonder you can live so well."