When Shen Qinghe closed the last sales report, the keyboard suddenly leaked electricity - when she opened her eyes again, she went from a working girl in an Internet company in 996 to an orphan in the rag village of Bianjing City in the Great Xia Dynasty.
The pawn tickets in the pawn shop were pressed against the corner of the table, and the leaky shop floor smelled of mold. All the belongings left by the original owner were half a box of old cloth and three copper plates. On the first night after traveling back in time, she squatted behind the cold counter, gnawing hard-boiled bread, touching the rounded steel drill in her pocket (the only relic of modern times) and smiling bitterly: Where are you not trying to make a living? Then revitalize this rag village.
She doesn't know much, just some modern business logic:
Is the cloth shop material old-fashioned? She drew jacquard dark pattern patterns and used silk mixed with tapioca starch from the south of the Yangtze River to weave fabrics. The crisp and wrinkle-free "green grass" became a hot commodity that the ladies of Bianjing rushed to grab;
Can't soapwood clean away oil stains? She kneaded lard and caustic soda to make soap and sold it in small glass bottles. Even the palace clothing bureau ordered it on a monthly basis;
Stocking up on goods due to poor trade routes? She approached Caobang to discuss cooperation and drove the semicolon to five states and seven counties. Once the money order was delivered, the money arrived on the same day.
Others said she was greedy for money, but she used the money she earned to build bridges and pave roads: when Nanhe County was hit by a disaster, she transferred 5,000 kilograms of brown rice to lower the price for disaster relief, and taught farmers how to make vermicelli from wild fruits in exchange for food; Qingxi County was short of firewood, so she drew pictures of firewood-saving stoves and asked craftsmen to teach them how to build stoves, and sent 20 pieces of coarse cloth to the refugees to make winter clothes.
Someone asked her what she was picturing. Shen Qinghe was squatting in Linjiacun watching a young man show off his newly made vermicelli. He turned the steel coin in his hand and smiled: "I used to work for rent, but now I make money because I want to reduce the number of people in this world who are just eating cornstarch."
