Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

Qiao Jingjing knew, of course, that people were sizing her up, and that they didn't believe her. Putting herself in their shoes, if she were facing a ragged 15-year-old kid telling her he was going to sell a lot of grain, she wouldn't believe him either.

He clenched his fist, coughed lightly to his mouth to cover his embarrassment, and said, "Shopkeeper, I have a batch of grain on hand, the quality of which is absolutely guaranteed. It's just that there's quite a lot of it, I don't know if your shop can handle it."

The shopkeeper became interested when he heard her say that. "Oh? I wonder how many you have, young lady? You can't joke about an old man like me."

"40 shi of hulled rice, 50 shi of unhulled rice, 50 shi of wheat flour, and 1000 jin of soybeans. Manager, do you want them all?" Qiao Jingjing replied readily.

I've already thought it through. I'll sell the rice I stockpiled before I transmigrated, and keep the rice produced in my space for now. I only have wheat flour; I don't have any wheat flour because I haven't planted sorghum or cowpeas. The space currently has two pyramids of rice and wheat; what I reported earlier was only one-tenth. The space's yield is excellent, and the grains grow quickly. If sales go smoothly, I'll find a grain store to sell another batch.

Seeing her sincere expression, the shopkeeper couldn't help but wonder if this young lady really had some important background. So he cautiously asked, "May I ask, young lady, which boss have entrusted you with this task? And when will the goods be delivered here?" As he spoke, he kept a close eye on her, afraid of missing any subtle change in her expression.

Qiao Jingjing replied mysteriously, "Shopkeeper, a smart person knows what to ask and what not to ask. What do you say? As for the goods, find an empty warehouse, and I'll have someone deliver them. But you can't be there. Once the goods are in place, I'll give you a signal, and then you can come and check them. Remember, don't break any taboos."

Oh, and also, the product is absolutely foolproof, don't worry.

The shopkeeper wondered if this was some prince or nobleman selling grain to raise money, and not wanting others to see it and lose face.

So he nodded repeatedly.

"As you know the selling price, we buy rice at 1400 wen per shi (a unit of dry measure). Unhulled rice is subject to loss, so we buy it at 1100 wen per shi. Wheat flour and soybeans are bought by the jin (a unit of weight), at 10 wen and 6 wen per jin respectively."

Qiao Jingjing then realized that the rice had been damaged. Of course, the hulling technology of this era couldn't compare to modern methods. She had forgotten about this; there was a hulling machine in her space, which would have reduced the loss rate during manual hulling.

But we can't just agree so easily; we have to negotiate first.

"Shopkeeper, my rice is plump and fragrant, but I cannot accept the price of 1400 coins."

She wasn't lying; rice processed and hulled by modern machines is white, smooth, and uniform, and does indeed taste good.

"Well then, I brought some samples, shopkeeper, please take a look." She then untied her basket and took out several small cloth bags. The waiter was puzzled. Were there these bags earlier? He was a head taller than Qiao Jingjing, and since the basket was on his back, he had only glanced at them when introducing the grains. Perhaps he had misremembered.

Untying the bag, the shopkeeper scooped up a handful of rice, his face showing surprise. As far as he knew, the rice hulling techniques in Daliang were largely the same across different regions; when had they developed such advanced and sophisticated technology? Based on this technology alone, this cooperation was worth negotiating. Perhaps they could improve the hulling rate and reduce losses by utilizing the other party's technology.

“What you say is true, young lady. These grains are indeed of superior quality. Here’s the deal: the price of rice will increase by 200 coins per shi (a unit of dry measure). Flour will be 13 coins per jin (a unit of weight), and the rest will remain at the previous prices. As for the unhulled paddy, it’s better to wait until it’s hulled before selling it to our shop. What do you think, young lady?”

Qiao Jingjing pondered for a moment and agreed to the price. "Okay, do you have containers for storing grain? I don't have cloth bags, nor do I have dou or hu. You'll have to bring your own containers."

The grain store naturally had plenty of containers for storing rice, so this was a minor issue. He then gave Qiao Jingjing the warehouse address and wrote a receipt. Seeing that Qiao Jingjing not only knew how to read but also wrote well, the manager became even more certain of his guess: she must be working for a very wealthy family. Large mansions were incredibly complex; he only needed to handle the buying and selling of grain and wouldn't inquire about anything else.

Heaven knows how happy Qiao Jingjing was when she first saw running script and regular script in the city. Thankfully, they were Chinese characters, so there was no difference. She was skilled in running script and small regular script, so finally she had a chance to use her talents.

Then she went to the warehouse, where the empty bins and stones were arranged as she requested. After making sure everyone had left, she checked inside and out again, and once she was sure no one was there, she waved her hand, and 6000 catties of rice were packed up. That much rice was only worth 80 taels of silver; ginseng was much more valuable.

Then he put away the flour and soybeans, slipped out, and headed towards the pharmacy. He planned to signal them to come over in two hours.

Upon arriving at the pharmacy, I took out some common herbs like purslane and honeysuckle to inquire about their prices. These were very cheap; half a basket sold for 500 coins. Dendrobium, isatis root, and forsythia were selling well, at 2 catties and 2 taels of silver. Then I remembered that Panax notoginseng powder was even more effective at stopping bleeding, but the pharmacy didn't have it; perhaps I could give it a try. I made some and gave it to the pharmacy to test.

Manager Yu gave a definite answer: they would buy as much dendrobium, isatis root, notoginseng, forsythia, and malva nut as they could, and they had more than one shop.

After receiving confirmation, he rushed back to Yilixiang. Manager Lu had already returned, and there was a young man with him.

Seeing her enter through the back door, Manager Lu immediately stood up and took two steps to greet her. "Miss Qiao, our boss has heard about your culinary skills and, to show his sincerity, asked our young master to have a face-to-face meeting with you. This is our young master, Mr. Qi."

Qiao Jingjing glanced at it and then stopped looking at it, waiting to see what they had to say.

Qi Ye'an had expected the other person to speak first, but the other person only glanced at him and then remained silent. After a moment of awkward silence, and considering his family's current situation, he lowered his stance.

“Miss Qiao, I have heard from Uncle Lu that you are a skilled cook and I know that you are confident in your abilities. However, I believe that cooking skills alone are not enough to restore our restaurant to its former glory in a short time. May I ask why you are so confident? It is not that I do not believe you, but I am simply asking for your advice. Please tell me.”

She even gave a small bow after speaking. Seeing that he was sensible, she knew there was room for discussion, so Qiao Jingjing took out a pre-written plan, which consisted of three points. However, she only gave him the first half, saying, "Take a look first." She picked up a piece of paper and handed it to him with her delicate hand.

Qi Ye'an accepted the book with both hands, initially amazed by the beautiful calligraphy, especially the delicate small characters resembling hairpins. He hadn't expected this farm girl to have such profound calligraphic skills; she was truly remarkable. Then, he was captivated by the content, gaining profound insight after reading just one line. Just as he was about to continue reading, he discovered the second half was in the other person's hands.

"We agree to your terms, young lady. Now, please enlighten us."

Hehe, I knew this would happen. Someone's lips curled into a smile, their eyes crinkling with delight!