The next moment, a bracelet appeared on Si Jiuyue's wrist out of nowhere. After a wave of vertigo, she found herself transported to another world.
It was like a sanctuary, a utopia with crystal-clear lake water, a cabin in the woods, and lush green grass that was a sight for sore eyes. She looked around and spotted a cobblestone path. Following it, she arrived in front of a small wooden cottage. A peach tree in blossom grew on the porch. She pushed the door open, and her jaw dropped.
The exterior looked like a small cabin, but the interior was incredibly spacious. She guessed this must be the portable dimension essential for any time-traveler. Si Jiuyue wore a solemn expression; the misery from her dreams still weighed heavily on her chest.
If I’m transmigrating, so be it, she thought. After all, I’m an orphan anyway.
She took a look around. The dimension was stocked with a dazzling array of goods: all kinds of medicines, daily necessities, and even weapons—AK-47s, various pistols—but not a single piece of fruit. There were even two sets of Invisibility Cloaks.
However, every single item was marked with a price tag, just like in a supermarket. The only difference was that the currency was fruit, not cash. One durian could be exchanged for a pound of vegetables, ten durians for a pistol, and the Invisibility Cloaks were the most expensive, requiring one thousand durians each.
"Oh, wow," she couldn't help but exclaim. "The dimension has a taste for fruit! And it only wants the expensive stuff!"
She wondered if the dimension could also exchange for living things. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than an eight-immortals table appeared in the room, and a manual manifested out of thin air: *Dimension User Guide*.
She opened it and took a look. Durians were just the first step; once the durian trades were completed, it would shift to ancient currency. As for spirit springs, farms, and medical skills, they would all have to be leveled up gradually. She skimmed through the rules and was relieved to find that they weren't like those "Pinduoduo" schemes where you had to beg people to "help you slash the price."
She stepped out of the cabin, twisted the Snow Bracelet on her wrist, and with a flash of white light, she was back in her rental apartment.
A mechanical female voice spoke again: "Beep. Countdown to book-transmigration: 71 hours, 58 minutes, 56 seconds."
Fine. Accept reality.
She had to hurry. It was time to put the "raiding the household" strategies to use. Stockpile! She had to stockpile. She had to stockpile like a madwoman. She had to stockpile at all costs. She had to stockpile with the mindset that if she didn't do it today, she’d be wiped out tomorrow.
Once her mind was made up, she lost her fear. She faced the situation calmly. Si Jiuyue threw on some clothes, dashed downstairs like a gust of wind, and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the largest fruit wholesale market in the north of the city. Durians were cheaper there.
She checked her phone; she only had about 280,000 yuan left. Having grown up learning medicine and martial arts from monks at the Shaolin Temple, she had never used those skills for profit. What a waste! If she had known she was going to transmigrate, she would have been making money hand over fist. Heck, she could have just robbed a bank.
Of course, robbing a bank was just a passing thought. Even with an Invisibility Cloak, she was afraid of the big shots at the 749 Bureau; she’d heard there was a legendary figure there who was over a thousand years old—apparently someone from the Three Kingdoms period—living on Mount Qingcheng. She didn't know if the rumor was true; she’d just read it in some TikTok comments.
In reality, her parents were both dead. Faced with this situation, she had no choice but to accept it.
The taxi was speeding, the driver piloting the car as if it were a fighter jet. Sitting in the back, she watched the scenery outside blur into trailing shadows. It was wild.
As they neared her destination, she gripped the door handle and shouted, "Driver, pull over at the intersection ahead!" Based on her experience, the meter would start jumping erratically once they got close, adding an extra two or three yuan to the fare—an unspoken rule everyone just lived with.
"Yeah, yeah," the driver grumbled impatiently. He hadn't even had the chance to "adjust" the meter yet, and the girl was already getting out. Annoying.
Si Jiuyue couldn't care less about his sour expression. She tossed him the money and got out. Trying to overcharge her? Not a chance.
She marched straight to the durian stalls. And there were plenty of them. She stood before a stall, pondering. She needed to set aside at least 80,000 yuan for durians. After a moment of thought, she asked, "Boss, how do you sell these?"
The boss looked her over with a sycophantic smile and held up five fingers. "Little sister, 42 each. These are top-quality. If you buy a lot, I can give you a discount—two yuan off per fruit."
"Alright, let me think."
She didn't dare hesitate, quickly pulling out her phone to calculate. 80,000 yuan could buy about 2,000 durians.
"Boss, how about 35 each?"
"No way, that’s way too low. Not selling, not selling!" The boss’s face changed, and he shook his head immediately.
Si Jiuyue gave an "oh" and made a move to walk away, saying, "I’m looking to buy 70,000 or 80,000 yuan worth of durians. If you won't sell, I’ll just go elsewhere."
With that, she walked away without looking back, counting down in her heart: *3... 2... 1...*
"Come back, come back! Everything’s negotiable, little sister! Tell you what, you meet me halfway, I’ll meet you halfway—37 each, deal? But you really have to buy that much, or I’ll be taking a huge loss." Seeing that she was really walking away, the boss hurried after her.
Si Jiuyue smirked to herself. This trick never failed!
"Ahem, alright. Let's do the math."
"I want to buy 80,000 yuan worth."
"That’s 2,162 pieces, agreed?"
"Deal. Have someone move the durians to the empty lot behind the market right now. Call me when they’re ready—my number is... I’ll give you a 5,000-yuan deposit now, okay?"
"Yes, yes, absolutely!" The boss was grinning from ear to ear.
Seeing time slipping away, she hurried without a moment's rest toward the adjacent produce market. The dimension required everything to be traded, so she might as well buy some things herself. She ran quickly to a seed stall and pointed at the display, shouting, "Boss, this, this, and this—I want it all!"
The stall was filled with all sorts of vegetable seeds: tomatoes, eggplants, chili peppers, cucumbers, watermelons, radishes, sweet potatoes, corn, sorghum, strawberries, potatoes—you name it.
"Hurry up and calculate the total. How much?"
The stall owner looked completely bewildered. Was this girl in front of him joking? She didn't look like a farmer; she looked like a student. Why would she buy so many seeds? Was the world coming to an end?
"Boss?"
Seeing him staring blankly, she waved a hand in front of his eyes. The boss finally snapped out of it, but just as he picked up his phone to calculate the price, he noticed a transmigration novel playing on his screen.
The narrator in the novel was saying: "There is a girl. She is about to transmigrate, and now she's using all her money to sweep through the vegetable market. My, oh my! She buys whatever she sees, and the vendors are as happy as they would be for the New Year. But even better things are in store for the vendors. This time-traveler is a lucky charm. Every merchant she buys from ends up striking it rich."