Reborn as an Ancient Village Girl, I Get Rich Selling Yiwu Goods

The moment He Qingmei opens her eyes, she learns she'll be sold tomorrow as a concubine to a sixty-five-year-old man.

Her grandmother has taken seven taels of silver and is planning to sell her three younger siblings as well.

She touches the back of her head. It's covered in blood.

Before she transmigrated, she was a businesswoman in Yiwu. During the apocalypse, she stocked a whole spatial inventory with goods: grain, cooking oil, medicine, padded clothes, and boxes of imitation antique hairpins, silk flowers, and scented sachets.

But her space only bound to her when she was fleeing for her life, and it came with one rule: take one item, and it's gone for good.

With the three little ones in tow, she climbs over a wall on a snowy night and escapes to an abandoned charcoal hut deep in the mountains.

Her space has rice, flour, and meat, but it can't sustain them for a lifetime.

She digs out the most inconspicuous wooden hairpins, silk flowers, and hair ribbons, then applies the business methods she learned in Yiwu in her previous life: focus on volume, profit margins, and attracting customers.

From street stalls to consignment sales, from consignment sales to renting a shop and then opening a workshop, she even founds the Qingmei Ji chain of businesses, leading her younger siblings to wealth and prosperity.

"Sis, will we be able to eat our fill every day from now on?"

"Yes. I'll make sure you eat your fill every day, dress warmly, go to school, and never be bullied again."