Courtyard House: I Rely on Time-Space Trade to Build a Nation

First, there are items for keeping warm.

The long military cotton coat is priced at 120 system coins. We'll start with 100 pieces, totaling 12000 yuan.

The Lei Feng hat is priced at 13 yuan each. I'll buy 100 of them for 1300 yuan.

The cotton shoes are priced at 35 yuan each, so 100 pairs would cost 3500 yuan.

Gloves are 15 yuan a pair, I'll take 100 pairs, that'll be 1500 yuan.

Next, there's food.

One thousand kilograms of high-quality rice, priced at 3 yuan per kilogram, totals 3000 yuan.

A thousand kilograms of snowflake powder, at the same price of 3 yuan per kilogram, would cost 3000 yuan.

Then, there's meat and vegetables.

One thousand kilograms of processed pork with skin, priced at 10 yuan per kilogram, totals 10000 yuan.

Two thousand catties of Chinese cabbage, at 2 mao per catty, totaling 400 yuan.

Finally, fuel.

One ton of coal costs 1500 yuan. Let's start with 10 tons, that'll be 15000 yuan.

Total cost: 47700 system coins.

For Zhao Ping'an now, it's just a drop in the ocean.

Once the thought is confirmed, payment is made.

Almost simultaneously, the previously empty cave floor was quickly filled with neatly stacked supplies.

Bundles of military overcoats were piled up like small mountains, bags of grain were stacked solidly, and half-eaten pork slabs gleamed with a cold sheen.

A scent mingled with the aroma of cotton, grains, and chilled meat filled the air, making the cold cave feel warm and inviting.

[Ding, Warning: Cave space is insufficient. Coal is temporarily stored in system space. Continue retrieving it?]

"Don't take it out yet, no, take out 200 jin first." Zhao Ping'an thought for a moment, then took out four 50-jin bags of coal.

Fortunately, he bought a lot of burlap sacks at the market, otherwise Zhao Ping'an would have had nothing to use.

After calming himself down, he turned and walked out of the cave, calling out towards the entrance of the valley, "Dazhu! Bring the men in! Move the things!"

The soldiers, who had been waiting anxiously, rushed over as soon as they heard the noise.

When they rushed into the cave and saw the mountain of supplies piled up before them, everyone was stunned, as if frozen in place.

"This...this..."

"Cotton-padded coats! All brand new!"

"Flour! Rice! Cabbage! And...and meat?! So much meat?!"

After a brief silence came a burst of wild, ecstatic shouts that nearly lifted the roof off the cave.

Several young soldiers couldn't help but rush over, touching the thick cotton-padded coats, smelling the aroma of the grain, their eyes reddening.

"What the hell are you all standing there for! Everyone grab a coat and put it on to keep warm, and change into hats, gloves, and shoes too!" Zhao Ping'an's low shout brought everyone back to their senses.

"Then hurry up and move them! Pack them in sacks and baskets! Be careful not to tear them! These are our brothers' livelihood for the winter!"

"Yes, platoon leader!" The soldiers burst forth with unprecedented enthusiasm and jubilation, and began to move things with all their might.

They handled it with utmost care, as if it were the most precious treasure, their faces beaming with almost pious joy and excitement.

With these, I can survive this winter! No, I can survive well!

Zhao Ping'an stood at the cave entrance, watching the soldiers carry the supplies out of the cave like ants. His face was expressionless, but there was a hint of warmth deep in his eyes.

He knew that from this moment on, at least a large portion of these soldiers' hearts were truly with him.

Once most of the supplies had begun to be unloaded, Zhao Ping'an walked over to Liu Dazhu, who was struggling to carry a sack of flour, patted him on the shoulder, and then raised his voice to all the busy soldiers:

"Listen up, everyone!"

The soldiers instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"We have grain, we have meat, and we have cotton-padded coats!" Zhao Ping'an's gaze swept over the young and excited faces.

"From today onwards, put your minds at ease and stop thinking about starving or freezing to death! But—"

His tone shifted, becoming stern as usual, but less irritable than before, and carrying something more ambiguous:

"Tonight, we'll have thick porridge and steamed meat buns! Plenty! But don't fucking put too much meat in the bun filling, and be careful with the oil!"

He glanced at the soldiers' puzzled and anxious expressions, and snorted:

"Why? Think about it. Those of you who scrambled to eat the canned meat I gave you at noon, didn't you all end up running to the outhouse with your legs sore from the diarrhea?"

Our stomachs, having been hungry and deprived for too long, can't handle a sudden influx of rich, oily food! This is called "being too weak to tolerate nourishment"! Good things should come slowly, like a gentle, gradual process!

He pointed to the pile of pork: "This meat is frozen, it won't spoil!"

From now on, we'll eat meat every day. I guarantee that as long as I, Zhao Ping'an, have something to eat, you won't go hungry!

So, listen to me now, start with some brown rice porridge and meat buns, and slowly get your body back to normal!

The soldiers then realized what had happened and, recalling the disheveled state of their comrades at noon, felt both fear and gratitude.

The platoon leader is really thinking of them!

"And another thing," Zhao Ping'an added finally, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"When we get back, if anyone feels unwell and has diarrhea, don't fucking try to tough it out, and definitely don't try to hide from the process!"

Report to me immediately! I just bought some medicine! Don't let these damn hardships kill you; even bullets haven't taken your lives.

Then the good times came, and after a few bites of meat, he got diarrhea and died! That was truly shameful! Did everyone understand?

"Understood, Platoon Leader!" The soldiers straightened their backs and shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the valley, full of vitality.

Zhao Ping'an nodded and waved his hand: "Keep moving! Hurry up, let's get back before dark, then we'll...make some meat buns!"

"Whoa—!" The cheers rang out again, even more enthusiastic and sincere than before.

After calculating the tools and transport capacity, it would probably take three trips, so Zhao Ping'an simply had Liu Dazhu take the six weak men to watch over the cave.

He led a group of soldiers, carrying various supplies on their shoulders and in their arms, back to their post.

The wind and snow continued, but the mountain road back to the camp no longer seemed so difficult to travel, and the soldiers' steps were lighter and more powerful than ever before.

Zhao Ping'an walked in the middle of the column, watching the soldiers ahead carrying supplies, their backs steaming in the heat.

He knew that with these provisions and cotton-padded clothes, the first step of truly taking root in this land and this military camp had been firmly taken.

What kind of scene will the eldest brother, Zhao Dongliang, see when he returns?

"No, I haven't done enough yet. I need to do even better. I need to exchange for more supplies later and win over the hearts of everyone in the camp as soon as possible!" Zhao Ping'an looked at the snowflakes falling on his face and made a silent resolution.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

"Who goes there!"