Fleeing Famine with a Supermarket

On the road fleeing famine, everyone was starving and desperate.

Lin Qingqing opened her eyes to find corpses all around her. She touched the supermarket icon on her wrist. Thank goodness, her pocket dimension was still there, with shelves packed full across three thousand square meters.

But she didn't dare take out a big, fluffy steamed bun. All she dared pull out was a piece of compressed ration biscuit.

It wasn't because she was stingy. In a lawless age, a packet of salt could trade for a life, and a bottle of medicine could buy a general. She wasn't about to be a sucker.

Then one day, a squad of battered soldiers blocked her way. Their leader was smeared with blood, his eyes like a hungry wolf's, and he was about to seize her food.

Lin Qingqing took out strong liquor, wound-healing medicine, and a steel dagger. “I'll trade these for your protection.”

The general stared at her. “Who are you, really?”

She smiled. “I run a supermarket.”

From then on, the refugee group's life took a turn. While others chewed tree bark, she enjoyed hot pot; while they camped in the wilderness, she slept in a down sleeping bag; when enemy troops attacked, she pulled out pepper spray, laxatives, and fertilizer explosives...

The God of War general grew more and more baffled by her, until one day he cornered her against a wall. “That supermarket of yours... does it have wedding rings?”