Reincarnation and Rebirth

In the quiet suburbs, surrounded by darkness, Su Wan'er lay on the grass and vomited violently. Although this was a carriage from the palace, and everything was much better than what ordinary people did, the smell was impossible to mask. Moreover, when it was shaken just now, Su Wan'er could even hear the sound of the turbid liquid containing solids sloshing against the walls of the tube, which almost made her gag.

Finally, having vomited enough, Su Wan'er collapsed to the ground. After catching her breath, she went into her spatial dimension to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, and decided to travel under the cover of night, getting as far away from the capital as possible. Moreover, in order to avoid being discovered, Su Wan'er only took small paths and dared not go on the official roads.

The advantage is that she has space, and if she senses danger, she can hide.

During the day, Su Wan'er would hide in her spatial cultivation space, only starting her journey at night. She slept only three or four hours a day, and with the medicinal herbs grown in her space, she was full of energy. After about ten days, Su Wan'er finally broke through her limits, allowing her space to level up.

Seeing that the previously barely perceptible spiritual spring water finally appeared in the shape of droplets, she excitedly spun around in the space.

However, she was facing a problem: the food she brought from the palace was almost gone. The space contained herbs, grains, fruits, and vegetables, but they were all in their most primitive form. The rice hadn't been husked yet, and the wheat hadn't been ground into flour. As for the kitchen, it did exist, but she couldn't just eat vegetables without staple foods.

Looking at the mountain of grain, Su Wan'er, a modern woman who had transmigrated from another era, was worried about food for the first time.

"Forget it, let's go to the next town and exchange some food. We've been traveling for so many days, we should be quite far from the capital by now."

As the sun rose again, Su Wan'er looked at the city gate that was faintly visible in the distance and quickened her pace.

"Bayi Town? That name sounds familiar."

Su Wan'er is now dressed as a man, with a full beard and a bulging body, looking extremely ugly.

"What would you like, sir?" The waiter greeted him warmly as soon as he entered the grain store.

"Is your shopkeeper here?"

The waiter looked her up and down a few times, a little wary. "May I ask what business you have with my manager, sir?"

"Oh, I see. I have a batch of grain that I was planning to transport to the capital to sell for a good price, but something has happened at home and I have to go back, so I'm thinking of selling it locally."

The waiter looked at Su Wan'er with increasing apprehension. "Aren't you from Ziyun Kingdom?"

Su Wan'er quickly shook her head, "Of course, my hometown is Qingzhou." Fortunately, in order to match Zi Xingchen, the original Su Wan'er had crammed on the geography of Ziyun Kingdom. Qingzhou is north of Yunhe River, facing Ziyan Kingdom across the river. No wonder the other party suspected her; her outfit was a bit too exaggerated.

"Qingzhou?" The waiter still looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey, sir, let's talk in private." Seeing everyone in the shop looking at her, Su Wan'er was afraid of giving herself away, so she pulled the waiter aside. "I'll tell you the truth, this batch of grain is indeed from the Ziyan Kingdom."

"What?" The waiter's voice suddenly rose, and Su Wan'er quickly covered his mouth.

"Let me finish. This grain is ill-gotten. We brothers were really desperate. That damned Ziyan Kingdom killed our Ziyun people and stole a lot of grain. We were just trying to get revenge, so we risked everything to cross the river and take this batch of grain. Brother, please, could you call your manager?"

Upon hearing that the grain had actually been stolen from the Purple Flame Kingdom, the waiter's eyes changed from wariness to admiration. "Alright, you wait and see."

The shopkeeper came rushing over from behind in a short while, bowed to Su Wan'er, and said, "Brother, let's talk later."

"it is good."

Su Wan'er followed the shopkeeper to sit down at the stone table in the backyard and got straight to the point, "Shopkeeper, I'm sure you've already explained why I'm here."

The shopkeeper sized Su Wan'er up and down with his shrewd eyes, then smiled and said, "Young man, you're still quite young, why are you dressed like this?"

Su Wan'er was surprised; this old man had sharp eyes! But thankfully, he didn't realize she was a woman.

The shopkeeper did indeed suspect that she wasn't a woman, but the thick scarf around her neck made it impossible to tell, though her voice couldn't lie.

Su Wan'er feigned composure, "It's also for the convenience of walking."

"May I ask where you are from, young man?"

“A native of Linhe County, Qingzhou.”

The shopkeeper's expression shifted unpredictably. "As far as I know, when the Ziyan Kingdom entered our Qingzhou, the first thing they did was capture Linhe County. It can be said that Linhe County was littered with corpses, and the number of dead and wounded was countless."

This old man is trying to trick himself into revealing information.

"To be honest," Su Wan'er said with a look of hatred and sorrow, "more than a hundred people in our village were brutally murdered, leaving only about twenty people barely clinging to life."

Seeing that he still didn't quite believe her, Su Wan'er continued, "We all managed to escape this calamity by sneaking across the Yunhe River during the chaos."

The shopkeeper immediately dropped his skeptical expression and said in a low voice, "Young man, you are very righteous."

Uh, did this old man misunderstand and think he was referring to them avenging the villagers in the past?

Where is this grain now?

"The grain is currently in Bayi Town, but the rice hasn't been husked yet, and the wheat hasn't been milled. I wonder if you can buy it, shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper averted his gaze, took a sip of tea, and then said, "Young man, as you know, ever since the Ziyan Kingdom caused such a commotion last time, the imperial court has been very strict in its control over grain. The origin of this batch of grain is unknown, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle."

"Old fox, are you trying to drive down the price?" But what he said makes sense. This was the same bad idea Su Wan'er came up with last time. She said that grain is the economic lifeline of a country and must be strictly controlled. That's why Zi Xingchen ordered that all grain in the country must be registered, and both buyers and sellers must go to the government office to file a record, strictly prohibiting the outflow of grain.

Ziyan Kingdom has little farmland and mainly relies on forestry, producing abundant fruits and various furs. The reason why it was able to attack Ziyun was because it had been purchasing grain from Ziyun to stockpile military supplies for the past few years. Otherwise, how could they have advanced all the way to the capital in the north?

"Shopkeeper, we're not selling this grain. Can you think of a way? We can't just send it back again. We'd rather throw it into the Yunhe River than let those bastards benefit from it."

Seeing Su Wan'er's indignant expression, the shopkeeper suddenly laughed, "That's right, those bastards' grain was stolen by the Ziyun Kingdom in the first place. Alright, I'll think of a way, but as for the price..."

"I understand, as long as it's not too much of a loss."

"Approximately how many kilograms?"

Su Wan'er estimated the amount of grain in the space and said, "100,000 catties of rice and 100,000 catties of wheat." Fortunately, the land in the space was fertile and the yield was extremely high, otherwise there wouldn't be so much.

A gleam of joy flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes, which he quickly concealed, though the observant Su Wan'er noticed it nonetheless. He pondered for a moment and said, "These grains of yours still need processing. Look, in our shop, processed white rice is fifteen coins a pound, white flour is twelve coins, brown rice is eight coins, and dark flour is five coins. I'll price it at eight coins a pound for paddy rice and five coins a pound for wheat. Is that acceptable?"

Su Wan'er was secretly pleased. Although the scraps from processing could be used to feed livestock, they were not worth much. This price was already considered high.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

“But I need to inspect the goods first. Since you transported them via Yunhe, I don’t want them to get damp or spoiled, otherwise I won’t accept them.”

"Okay, okay, don't worry, we transport them in the middle of the night, and they're all wrapped in oil paper. I'll go back and tell my brother, and he'll bring the shopkeeper to inspect the goods when he gets back tonight."

"okay."