Chapter 7: Wine and Medicine

“This is all I have for now. If it’s not enough, I’ll bring more next time.”

“Alright.” Xiao Yingchun was decisive; she agreed immediately after looking through the items.

Both parties tacitly avoided discussing the price.

Xiao Yingchun did so because she was unfamiliar with the market rates, while Fu Chen'an knew exactly how precious medical supplies were during wartime.

In wartime, medical supplies were equivalent to lives; as long as they could be obtained, no price was too high.

Initially, Xiao Yingchun had wanted to buy bottles of medical alcohol.

But for an army of ten thousand men at war, how much medical alcohol would need to be prepared?

After inquiring at several pharmacies, the tone of the clerks changed: “What do you need so much alcohol for? You can't be doing anything illegal!”

This stuff could not only be used for disinfection but also as an accelerant for fire.

Xiao Yingchun: “...”

Forget it. Isn't all alcohol made from liquor anyway?

Xiao Yingchun called Uncle Wu, the owner of a nearby distillery.

Uncle Wu had been brewing liquor in the urban village for over twenty years. Because his flavor was authentic and untainted, he had many regular customers and offered cheap prices.

When he heard Xiao Yingchun wanted to buy the strongest liquor available, his face lit up with joy: “This is double-distilled liquor, sixty degrees. It’s fifteen yuan per jin. If you take a lot, I’ll give it to you for ten.”

Because the alcohol content was so high, sales had always been sluggish, and it had been sitting for nearly a year.

“Alright, I'll take it,” Xiao Yingchun agreed instantly.

When Uncle Wu asked how much she wanted, Xiao Yingchun simply asked how much he had.

Uncle Wu gasped.

In the end, Uncle Wu delivered three hundred jin of double-distilled liquor to Xiao Yingchun's convenience store via tricycle, taking three thousand yuan in return.

Having solved the alcohol issue, Xiao Yingchun then went directly onto Meituan to buy Yunnan Baiyao hemostatic powder, aerosols, wound closure patches...

Right, she also needed anti-inflammatories and fever reducers.

Ibuprofen tablets—a bottle of a hundred tablets; she ordered a hundred bottles.

Penicillin V Potassium tablets—she picked the most affordable brand and ordered a hundred boxes.

There were also Band-Aids, no-rinse hand sanitizer gels...

Once everything was purchased, Xiao Yingchun took a rough look; the total expenditure was approximately fifty thousand yuan.

She decided to leave it at that for now.

Just as she finished placing her orders on Meituan, Uncle Liang’s truck arrived with another load of goods.

Seeing that the warehouse, which had been packed full previously, was now empty again, Uncle Liang was very surprised: “Chun-girl, did you hand over the previous stock?”

Xiao Yingchun nodded happily: “Yes, the other party paid, so I let them haul it away.”

Uncle Liang thought for a moment and said directly, “We’ve known each other for years. Why don't you just let me help deliver it? That way, you don't have to deal with the middleman work again.”

“Don't worry, I won't say a single word that shouldn't be said.”

Uncle Liang was making it clear that he wouldn't undermine her or try to bypass her to steal her business.

Xiao Yingchun declined with a smile: “Uncle Liang, I trust you. I know you're looking out for me and want to save me the trouble.”

“But this client is quite picky and insisted on coming to pick it up personally, so you don't need to worry.”

Uncle Liang, however, thought that Xiao Yingchun still didn't trust him, which made sense.

For a small convenience store, a business worth hundreds of thousands was an entire year's worth of sales; how could they let an outsider participate?

The young girl was right to be cautious.

Having convinced himself, Uncle Liang efficiently unloaded the goods, settled the payment, and left.

Before leaving, Uncle Liang brought up the matter of Ge Chunyu's unpaid debts once more.

“I told the owners of those wholesale shops. They said they would come to discuss it with you tonight to see how to handle it. Maybe you should make some preparations in advance?”

He was worried that if the other party couldn't get their money, they might cause trouble.

Xiao Yingchun nodded with a smile: “I understand, Uncle Liang. I will be prepared.”

After Uncle Liang left, the medicines ordered from Meituan arrived, consisting of many boxes of various sizes.

Xiao Yingchun received them one by one and placed them into the warehouse.

The front door closed, and the back door opened: the Time-Space Supermarket was open for business once again.

As dusk fell, Fu Chen'an stepped into Xiao Yingchun's shop once more.

As soon as Xiao Yingchun saw him, her eyes lit up: “You're here?”

Fu Chen'an gave a low "Mhm" and strode toward the counter.

He carried a heavy scent of blood; dark red stains were smeared across his armor and the hem of his clothes. His face looked as if it had been deliberately wiped clean, but his hair was a mess.

Xiao Yingchun's heart skipped a beat: “Has the fighting started?”

Fu Chen'an gave another "Mhm," but his eyes began scanning the surroundings.

Xiao Yingchun hurriedly opened the boxes containing the medicine: “These are the medicines I bought for you. They might be a bit different from what you usually use...”

Xiao Yingchun picked up a box of medicine and handed it to Fu Chen'an: “Can you recognize the characters on this?”

Fu Chen'an looked at it and shook his head.

Xiao Yingchun nodded: “I figured you wouldn't. I can't write your script either, so how about this: I'll read them to you, and you can write them down and stick them on so you can take them back to use. Does that work?”

Fu Chen'an gave Xiao Yingchun a deep look: “Thank you.”

Xiao Yingchun pulled out a large pack of price labels used in convenience stores and simply read out the usage instructions and corresponding symptoms.

Fu Chen'an gripped a water-based pen and began writing...

At first, he felt unaccustomed to writing with this kind of pen, but a moment later... it was actually quite good!

Fu Chen'an wrote very quickly. After finishing one, he stuck it onto a corresponding plastic bag, and he finished them all in short order.

Xiao Yingchun then pointed to the dozen or so plastic buckets: “Inside these is the strong liquor you wanted. Do you want to try some?”

Fu Chen'an's eyes flickered: “No need.”

There was a siege to be carried out tonight; alcohol consumption was strictly forbidden.

“Alright then, take it all.” Xiao Yingchun waved her hand, indicating the instructions were complete.

Fu Chen'an's gaze deepened: “If the results are good, I will come looking for you again.”

Xiao Yingchun smiled brightly: “No problem. As long as you follow the instructions on the labels, they will definitely work...”

In the blink of an eye, the fifty thousand yuan worth of medicine and liquor had been sold for ten gold ingots!

At eight hundred thousand per gold ingot, that was eight million. If you added the previous ones... this was instant wealth!

Fu Chen'an quickly loaded everything onto a small trolley and left, saying he would return the next day.

Once the back door returned to silence, Xiao Yingchun hurried upstairs, tucked the gold ingots into the safe, and then opened the front door.

Uncle Liang had said that someone would come tonight to discuss Ge Chunyu's unpaid debts.

Even though it was dark, the heat was still rolling in as soon as she opened the door.

Not far away, a tricycle selling watermelons was calling out through a megaphone. Xiao Yingchun shouted, “Boss, give me two of your biggest and sweetest watermelons...”

“Little Yingchun, your supermarket closes every single day. What kind of business are you running!”

Old neighbor Grandpa Zhao, waving a palm-leaf fan, was walking past the entrance and teased her with a smile.

Xiao Yingchun quickly beckoned him over: “Grandpa Zhao, come quickly, come! I bought two big watermelons. You can help me taste them and see how they are...”

Called over, Grandpa Zhao hadn't even sat down before a piece of red, sandy watermelon was pressed into his hand. He couldn't help but smile until his eyes crinkled: “Oh my, Little Yingchun is getting more and more sensible...”

As Grandpa Zhao sat down, the neighbors who often chatted with him also began to walk over to say hello.

Xiao Yingchun hurriedly brought out the plastic stools and invited everyone to eat watermelon and chat, though her eyes occasionally drifted toward the entrance of the village...

(End of Chapter)