Two Realms: A cartload of rice arrived at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Modern time and space.

Zhu Shiting, who had been traveling and running around all day, had just been teleported back to the factory warehouse from Jiyun Village when he felt exhausted and couldn't go on.

After riding his electric scooter back home from Xie'ao Village, he immediately fell into a deep sleep as soon as he got into bed, fueled by a bit of alcohol.

With a staggering 1300 million yuan in his bank account, Zhu Shiting, now completely free from financial worries, slept exceptionally soundly that night.

Without dreams or wakefulness, even the sound of a rooster crowing at dawn is subconsciously ignored.

When I woke up the next day, it was already past 9 a.m.

"I can't believe I slept until this late?"

When Zhu Shiting woke up and picked up his phone, he felt a sense of absurdity that he had been able to stay in bed.

In the past, in order to earn money to buy a house in the county town as soon as possible and alleviate some of the financial pressure on his parents, he worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, driving a Lalamove truck almost non-stop all year round.

Even during major holidays like the Spring Festival, Zhu Shiting has never been as lazy in bed as he is today, in order to earn the holiday rewards and doubled shipping fees provided by the platform!

It can only be said that when a person becomes rich, not only does their psychological burden decrease, but their daily routine also changes along with their savings balance.

"I slept for more than 10 hours straight."

"Does the mind affect the body?" Zhu Shiting wondered to himself as he looked at the clock on his phone.

When Shi Ting got up and went downstairs to wash up, Li Yuan, who was cleaning the house, asked him curiously, "Shi Ting, why did you get up so late today? I've kept your breakfast warm in the pot."

"Mom! I drank a little too much last night, and I slept really well." Zhu Shiting smiled at his mother.

Not knowing how to explain that he had a huge sum of money, he decided to postpone sharing this good news that would make his whole family happy.

If you suddenly earn tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, your parents might be able to understand a little.

But with an extra 1300 million, Mr. and Mrs. Zhu would probably only assume that their son had gone out to do something very criminal.

……

It is said that people are in high spirits when they have a happy occasion.

After having breakfast at home, Zhu Shiting hummed a popular song from Douyin and drove his old Nissan Sylphy out the door.

Last night, I instructed Sun Lu and the others to continue to focus on gathering the village, and naturally, the logistical supplies had to keep up.

Although the more than 500 mountain villagers don't have high demands for their quality of life, they are grateful for a meal of instant noodles.

However, as a god-like figure in the eyes of the mountain people, Zhu Shiting naturally did not want his Ming Dynasty ancestors, whom he protected, to suffer from hunger and cold.

He drove to Ruixian Mall and, familiar with the area, went to the large stall selling work clothes again.

"Sister Chen, I'm here to place another order! I need 500 sets of those gray work clothes. Could you deliver them to me before 5 p.m.?" Zhu Shiting asked as he squeezed into the crowded stall.

"Mr. Zhu, do you want another 500 sets of that style?"

"I'll ask the factory first and see if they can raise the money today."

When Chen Zu'e saw that a big business opportunity had come her way, she immediately got up from her desk with a big smile to make room for Zhu Shiting.

When he first came to buy from her, the middle-aged proprietress treated Zhu Shiting with indifference, as if he were just a casual customer passing by her stall.

To everyone's surprise, just a few days later, this young man suddenly placed a large order on WeChat without even saying hello.

With such a wealth-bringing customer visiting the stall so readily, Chen Zu'e's way of addressing Zhu Shiting changed 180 degrees, and she started calling him "General Manager Zhu" directly!

It's clear that these business owners and small business owners who run their stalls are all incredibly shrewd with their words in order to attract customers.

After chatting for a while, the workwear factory replied that they were short of more than 100 gray sets.

Seeing this, Zhu Shiting pointed to another camouflage pattern hanging on the wall: "Sister Chen, if you don't have enough gray ones in stock, use this one to make up the difference."

He originally wanted to stock up on more uniform work clothes for the mountain people so that they could easily replace damaged ones and manage them centrally.

Since we couldn't find enough stock, we decided to replace it with a classic camouflage pattern.

Since we're going to be wearing durable work clothes anyway, this camouflage pattern might actually help with concealment in the deep mountains and forests.

Seeing how casually he was going to buy in bulk, Chen Zu'e made a point of asking Zhu Shiting before seeing him off: "Mr. Zhu, are you ordering these 500 sets to be shipped overseas? If you have cross-border channels, you should definitely give my shop some extra support."

Seeing that the stall owner mistook him for someone in the cross-border e-commerce business, Zhu Shiting rolled his eyes and readily agreed, "No problem, Sister Chen. If there are any more orders, we'll contact you via WeChat."

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After purchasing 500 sets of work clothes, Zhu Shiting went back to the shoe store he had visited before and placed another order for 500 pairs of liberation shoes.

With this batch of shoes and clothing in place, as long as the villagers don't wear them carelessly, it should last them for several years.

After all, using modern shoe and clothing technology to deal with the mountainous environment of the late Ming Dynasty would be as easy as crushing a novice.

Of course, this shopping spree at the mall was not just about restocking supplies for the mountain people.

After leaving the footwear and apparel section, Zhu Shiting strolled leisurely to a few stalls specializing in outdoor products in a corner of the mall.

Looking at the several tents and canopy samples displayed at the entrance, Zhu Shiting touched the materials and then crawled inside to experience them.

In recent years, outdoor camping has suddenly become a trend on the Internet, and a large number of outdoor live streamers and cycling live streamers have sprung up and become famous.

Zhu Shiting had seen Li Han and his friends use similar outdoor gear when they went on a picnic and barbecue with their childhood friends by the reservoir in Aodi Village.

It is very easy and convenient to install, and it can also provide some protection from wind and rain.

"If we let the mountain people sleep in these camping tents, we'd probably have to provide each of them with a sleeping bag."

Zhu Shiting took out his phone and took some pictures. He also took out a notebook from his bag and sketched out the camping tents while standing outside the stall.

He was calculating how many similar tents and tarps he would need to purchase.

Actually, his earliest idea for a "fairy house" was to find a container shed on a construction site that could be easily installed.

These are the square, blue and white dormitories for migrant workers that can be seen everywhere on construction sites.

Although those things are cold in winter and hot in summer, and when there are many people living there, it gets stuffy and there's a strange smell of feet in the room.

But compared to the drafty thatched huts in Jiyun Village, those container sheds were definitely luxurious villas for the mountain people!

Unfortunately, the budget is too high; a container shed that can accommodate 4 or 5 people costs several thousand dollars.

The installation process was too complicated for the mountain people at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and even required large lifting equipment.

Therefore, Zhu Shiting unsurprisingly rejected the "Fairy House" plan.

Just as I was pondering this, the young owner of the stall called "Wildfire Outdoor Supplies" poked his head out and asked, "Hey buddy, I've seen you standing outside for so long, what kind of tent are you planning to buy?"

Seeing someone actively soliciting customers, Zhu Shiting closed his notebook, pointed to the camping tent samples at the entrance, and replied, "Boss, do you have any tents with thicker materials that can block wind and rain and accommodate many people for extended periods?"

"A large tent for long-term living?"

Upon hearing this strange request, the young boss immediately pulled out a notebook and showed a sample photo: "Dude, you're not looking for one of these disaster relief tents, are you?!"

When Zhu Shiting saw the large, square blue tents in the picture, and the words "disaster relief and resettlement" printed on them, his eyes lit up: "Yes! That's it!"