The wait was not long. When the weight on the stall marked "Soybean" turned to one thousand one hundred catties, a voice was heard from the larger stall.
A red jewelry box appeared at the stall. Fu Xinzi opened it and saw the gold bracelet lying on the red velvet.
She didn't understand gold very well either, so she picked up the gold bracelet and bit it with her teeth, just as she remembered seeing others do.
It felt real, she thought.
Ding dong, a prompt sound. Fu Xinzi happily pressed "Confirm Receipt" on the bulletin board's panel.
As the bulletin board's panel returned to its Dragon City and unknown state, Fu Xinzi began to harvest boldly.
One thousand catties of rice, two thousand seven hundred catties of flour, eight hundred catties of sorghum rice, one thousand catties of cornmeal, seven hundred catties of millet, five hundred catties of shelled peanuts.
As the smaller stalls lit up one by one, Fu Xinzi's mood reached its peak.
However, her good mood lasted less than three seconds before she saw a constant stream of information appearing on the Dragon City side of the bulletin board panel.
Someone wants to buy one thousand catties of pollution-free rice, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy one thousand catties of pollution-free rice, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy one hundred catties of pollution-free rice, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy two thousand seven hundred catties of pollution-free flour, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy five hundred catties of pollution-free flour, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy one hundred catties of pollution-free flour, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy seven hundred catties of pollution-free millet, is the owner willing to sell?
...
As the messages appeared one by one, with the purchase quantities directly stated, Fu Xinzi became even more delighted.
But after her joy, she discovered a problem: some people on the Dragon City side had huge appetites and always wanted to buy all her grain.
She had been in Dragon City before and knew that anyone who could make such large purchases must be an official.
She had initially considered selling all this grain to the officials because the highest leader of the Dragon City base was fair, and it would save her a lot of trouble.
However, she then remembered the saying, "The King of Hell is easy to appease, but the minor devils are hard to deal with." Some mid-to-lower-level officials in the officialdom liked to discriminate based on appearance.
Her mercenary team had been given a hard time before, and thinking of her companions who were still there, she abandoned her previous idea. She would only feel at ease if she sold the grain directly into the hands of her companions.
But how could she know if her companions had bought the grain?
She began to worry again.
Fortunately, even though she was worried, she did not forget her main task, which was to continue planting grain. Other things could be figured out later.
She had been in Dragon City and had some idea of how many people were there. The grain she had planted was really not enough to feed them.
Since she had made up her mind, she would plant first!
However, when she saw the straw piled in the field, she was both happy and worried.
She was happy because she wouldn't have to worry about firewood for her family.
She was worried about how she would explain it to her family.
It was over. One troublesome matter followed another, and Fu Xinzi was afraid she would wake up with gray hair tomorrow morning.
Fortunately, at critical moments, she still knew what was important. Compared to her companions, she should be lucky.
With this thought, she piled the straw together and prepared to plant three mu of rice, three mu of wheat, and the rest with millet.
However, when she started planting, she realized she didn't have enough seeds.
Fu Xinzi thought of the grain that had been directly collected into the sales stall. Even if she managed to get it out, it couldn't be used as seeds anymore.
Alas, she was absentminded.
Looking at the land that was planted with all the remaining seeds, none of it was completely filled, and she despised herself again.
Fortunately, she had saved so many potatoes in her space, and there were still a few sweet potatoes that she had been reluctant to eat.
Those sweet potatoes were an old variety from her hometown, with orange flesh, and were very sweet when roasted. However, their yield was low, and very few people planted them later.
Her father, knowing his little padded jacket liked this taste, planted a small patch for her next to the experimental field every year.
There were only a few left, and she had been reluctant to eat them.
Suddenly, her eyes widened. She had forgotten about it when the planting space was small, which was understandable. But the planting space had been upgraded and expanded to ten mu, and she still hadn't remembered.
Her brain...
Could it be that after transmigrating, as her age decreased, her brain also shrunk?
She frantically planted potatoes in all the vacant land and then harvested the mature potatoes.
Then, in the land that had just been harvested of potatoes, she placed the few sweet potatoes in the soil to sprout.
After she had finished everything in the planting space, she walked back to the bulletin board.
Looking at the information on the bulletin board panel, it seemed like a riot.
And she was surprised to find that the messages that had immediately wanted to buy everything in bulk were gone.
The messages she had seen on the bulletin board panel were:
Someone wants to buy one hundred catties of pollution-free rice, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy one hundred catties of pollution-free flour, is the owner willing to sell?
Someone wants to buy one hundred catties of millet, is the owner willing to sell?
Ah, this was much better. Even if she hadn't figured out a way, her companions could still grab one or two orders.
Seeing that the other side had finally played according to her wishes, Fu Xinzi closed her eyes and clicked on a message:
Someone wants to buy one hundred catties of flour, is the owner willing to sell?
Fu Xinzi clicked "Sell."
On the other side of the parallel world, a tall man nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, "The other side clicked sell."
"Captain, really?" Several small heads, who had almost despaired, leaned over with bright eyes.
"Really, look, the other side wants jewelry."
"Jewelry, what can we give them?"
"Yes, Captain."
A few seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls and boys crowded around the big man, chattering.
The people who had dispersed earlier, hearing the big man's voice, quickly gathered again, and soon, they surrounded the place like a sieve.
Seeing that they had paused, someone felt they had an opportunity and shouted, "Captain Long Teng, I have a ruby necklace here. Can you let us have this order?"
"Yes, since you don't have anything to pay with, just give up this order and don't delay everyone's time."
"Yes, yes, this is pollution-free grain, and we've all been waiting to buy it. If you don't buy it, hurry up and move aside, don't hog the latrine without pooping."
"Right, if you're not buying, hurry up and get out of the way, don't delay our going back to cook."
The big man said, "We have gold and silver jewelry, we just didn't bring it with us. I'll send someone to get it now."