My Grocery Store is Bound to an Interdimensional Trading System
My Grocery Store is Bound to an Interdimensional Trading System Chapter 14: Selling Goods  

After seeing Wang Zhaodi off, Su Ling returned to her room to rest, nodding slightly in admiration.  

“Such a young girl going to town—it’ll take her at least four or five hours on the road.”  

No wonder she became the richest person in her second life. Her execution and perseverance were truly beyond ordinary people.  

Wang Zhaodi squinted her eyes, her face completely wrapped in a cloth, trudging forward with difficulty.  

In the howling wind, snowflakes as large as goose feathers fell on the oilcloth-covered cart. Shivering from the cold, she relied entirely on sheer willpower to keep going.  

“Thank goodness I managed to get those rubber shoes on credit from the boss.”  

Wang Zhaodi let out a self-deprecating laugh and continued pushing forward through the snow.  

She had set out from Dawang Village at five in the morning. No matter how heavy the snowstorm, she only slowed her pace slightly but never stopped. Finally, just past noon, she arrived in town.  

The town was deserted, though the ground had little snow—it must have been recently cleared.  

Relying on memories from her past life, Wang Zhaodi made her way to a large compound. Then, she pulled the cloth from her face and burst into loud, dramatic sobs.  

“Auntie, Auntie, are you home? Auntie?”  

“Auntie, my dad sent me to deliver food! Auntie, my dad fell! Auntie!”  

“Auntie, I’m Wang Canmei! Auntie!”  

Inside the compound, someone cracked open their door out of curiosity. They saw a thin, frail girl weeping pitifully beside a cart, crying about how her father had told her to deliver food to her aunt…  

Food?!  

Who was her aunt? Who in the compound was her aunt?  

At that moment, a short, plump middle-aged woman rushed out the door and down the stairs, sweeping Wang Zhaodi into her arms.  

“I’m from the same family, my surname is Wang.”  

Wang Zhaodi looked up at her. “I have food, in the cart.”  

“Come, come, my poor niece. Where’s your father?” the plump woman asked.  

“He didn’t dare come. I said he fell on the way.”  

Wang Zhaodi carefully lifted a corner of the oilcloth, revealing the rice and flour inside.  

“Come, let’s go to Auntie’s home.”  

The plump woman wrapped an arm around her and whispered as they walked, “My son-in-law works at the county hospital, and my son is in the army.”  

Wang Zhaodi nodded to show she understood.  

This compound was specifically chosen—she already knew from her past life that the people here weren’t short on money.  

“How are we going to get the cart upstairs?” Wang Zhaodi hesitated. There was a lot of stuff.  

“Don’t worry, I’m close with Auntie Li on the first floor.” The plump woman then guided Wang Zhaodi to knock on the door, and they wheeled the cart inside.  

Auntie Li’s eyes lit up as she deliberately asked the plump woman, “Your niece?”  

The plump woman raised an eyebrow and grinned, lifting the oilcloth—and immediately gasped in shock.  

“Where did you get all these goodies?”  

“Our village has a new store. If you go yourself, it’s cheaper. But since I delivered it here, the price is higher. I left the village at five this morning and only just arrived.”  

Wang Zhaodi told the truth—the journey was tough, and they might not be able to endure such hardship.  

Sure enough, the plump woman sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head vigorously. But she quickly began examining the goods.  

Auntie Li also leaned in to look. When she saw the brown sugar, she immediately grabbed a pack.  

Wang Zhaodi patiently listed the prices:  

Premium rice was six mao per jin, white flour the same. Cheaper rice was three mao, cornmeal one mao five. Brown sugar was one yuan, powdered milk six yuan per can. Chicken breast was five mao per piece, chicken wings five mao per jin, and pork belly one yuan five per jin.  

The prices weren’t exactly cheap, but during this food shortage, they were reasonable—and no ration tickets were needed.  

“I can take all of this. The powdered milk can go to Old Zhao’s family,” the plump woman said through gritted teeth. Without food, she felt uneasy.  

Wang Zhaodi quickly added, “The store restocks new items often. Auntie, is there anything else you need? I can come almost every day.”  

Hearing that she’d come daily, the plump woman decided there was no need to offend the neighbors.  

“Wait here. I’ll bring a few people over,” the plump woman said before heading out.  

Auntie Li took the chance to buy the brown sugar, a piece of pork belly, and a chicken breast.  

“If only there were whole chickens.”  

“They have them. The store has everything—even the rubber shoes I’m wearing came from there. Soon, they’ll have fabric too.”

Wang Zhaodi spared no effort in advertising—after all, it was clear the shop wasn’t lacking in goods.  

Sure enough, Auntie Li was tempted.  

Before long, the plump woman returned with a group of people.  

They divided up the cart’s contents, clearing everything out.  

Wang Zhaodi borrowed paper and pen from Auntie Li, telling them to write down anything they wanted so she could bring the list back for the shop owner to consider stocking.  

“For the first time, I won’t ask for deposits. Business is about long-term trust. After I’ve made a few more deliveries and we’ve built that trust, I’ll start taking deposits—otherwise, I won’t be able to manage.”  

Her honesty made sense, and no one objected.  

Once the crowd dispersed, Wang Zhaodi pulled out two hidden sewing kits, giving one to Auntie Li and the other to the plump woman.  

“I’ll still need your help in the future, Auntie. Selling outside would freeze me to death. And thank you, Auntie, for giving me the chance to call you ‘aunt’ today.”  

She smiled shyly, genuinely grateful.  

The plump woman accepted the sewing kit, thinking the girl was truly sensible. “The whole town is short on food. As long as you can get supplies, I guarantee you’ll never lack business.”  

Wang Zhaodi brightened. “Auntie, next time there’s something in high demand, I’ll let you pick first. Or if there’s anything you need, I’ll get it for you in advance so you can decide.”  

The plump woman was intrigued—she did need many things.  

As for the price… this girl surely knew how to handle things.  

Half an hour later, after finishing a cup of hot water and thanking Auntie Li, Wang Zhaodi pushed her cart back through the snow.  

She laid the oilcloth underneath, and by the time she returned to Dawang Village, the cart was piled high with snow.  

It was nearly dark when she arrived.  

After queuing to dump the snow into the machine, she wheeled the cart into the shop.  

“Boss, let’s settle up.”  

With no customers around, Wang Zhaodi went over the accounts, paid off her previous debt, then looked sheepishly at Su Ling.  

“Boss, I’ll need to buy on credit again tomorrow, but I’ll pay it back as soon as I can.”  

Su Ling had noticed over a dozen new customers that afternoon and knew Wang Zhaodi’s venture was a success.  

“Sure, what do you need?” Su Ling gestured behind her. “Oh, and tomorrow we’ll have vegetables.”  

The vegetable section had already been unlocked, but a huge crowd from a neighboring village had swarmed the shop earlier, leaving her no time to restock until now.  

Wang Zhaodi’s eyes lit up at the mention of vegetables.  

Villagers might balk at winter greens’ prices, but townsfolk would gladly pay—so she could stock up heavily.  

“Boss, I’ll take the same as last time, plus two frozen chickens, ten packs of toilet paper, and ten packs of instant noodles in each flavor. I’ll pick the vegetables tomorrow morning. I can pay for everything once I return from my next trip.” She was brimming with confidence.  

Su Ling agreed, noting the new items before taking back the cart.  

Wang Zhaodi stared at the money she’d earned, then gritted her teeth and took out one yuan.  

Back home, before Liu Guihua could scold her for disappearing, Wang Zhaodi handed over the money.  

“I was helping the boss. It’s a secret job—don’t go blabbing about it.”  

“One yuan a day? That much?”  

Liu Guihua was thrilled, itching to do the job herself.  

Wang Zhaodi shook her head. “No, the first day pays more. Tomorrow it might only be seven or eight mao. If someone else competes for the job, it could drop to five mao.”  

Liu Guihua’s eyes narrowed, and she snapped, “Who dares compete? I’ll curse them at their doorstep! You work hard and bring me another yuan tomorrow!”  

Wang Zhaodi nodded obediently. “I’ll listen to you, Mom. Mom… is there any food? I’ve been running around all day.”  

She had changed back into her tattered shoes and was shivering, looking pitiful.  

Though reluctant to spare the food, Liu Guihua relented for the sake of the yuan. “Cook yourself some cornmeal porridge. Just a little—no need to eat much at night.”  

“I’ll listen to you, Mom. You always know what’s best.”  

Wang Zhaodi helped her mother rest, then dutifully went to the kitchen, mixing a handful of rice into the cornmeal to make a thick, hearty porridge.

Dreamy Land[Translator]

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