Su Ling slumped exhaustedly into her chair and turned her head to see Hua Hua rolling around in a cardboard box.  

“Can you help me sell stuff?” she asked.  

Hua Hua froze mid-movement. “Are you trying to scare someone to death?”  

Su Ling sighed.  

When there were no customers, she was bored. When there were customers, she was so tired her whole body ached.  

“No way. I need to buy a massage chair.”  

She browsed through the online store and picked out a reasonably priced massage chair, selecting the warehouse as the delivery location before getting up to retrieve it.  

Ding ling—

Su Ling paused and looked toward the small figure entering the shop.  

“Baozhu? What brings you here?”  

Wang Baozhu leaned against the counter, standing on her tiptoes. “Sister Su, am I a bad child?”  

Su Ling exchanged a glance with Hua Hua before walking back to the counter. Hua Hua also hopped up.  

“What’s wrong, Baozhu?” Su Ling asked softly. “Did something happen?”  

Wang Baozhu’s lips trembled, and large teardrops rolled down her cheeks as she cried pitifully.  

“I was digging for ginseng on the mountain, and Wang Tianci was digging nearby too. I found some, but he didn’t. He tried to take mine, so I said people who steal are bad. Then he fell and called me a jinx, saying I’d get locked up behind bars.”  

Su Ling couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s not your fault. He fell on his own, and the ginseng was something you dug up yourself, right?”  

Wang Baozhu hung her head. “But at first, I moved around a lot and couldn’t find any. Then as soon as Wang Tianci arrived, I found some. He said I stole his luck.”  

Su Ling and Hua Hua exchanged another look.  

Hua Hua suddenly understood and transmitted a mental message: “Since Wang Zhaodi has been reborn, that means this world is on its second cycle. That little koi’s luck must have been stolen from someone else’s fortune.”

Su Ling glanced out the window at the endless snowfall and realized the truth.  

But Wang Baozhu was only five years old. She only knew she could dig up ginseng—how could she understand anything about fortune or luck?  

“Baozhu, listen to me. First, you need to tell your family about this, okay?”  

Wang Baozhu looked up tearfully and nodded obediently. “Okay.”  

“Second, remember when you said it’d be great if snow could be sold for money? That’s why I started buying snow. You’ve helped a lot of people, haven’t you?” Su Ling said.  

Wang Baozhu didn’t quite understand.  

Su Ling reached out and patted her little head.  

The luck bestowed by the world depends on how it’s used. Besides, she didn’t believe someone named Wang Tianci could have some kind of heaven-defying good fortune—it was probably just a coincidence. But the koi’s luck still needed to be handled carefully.  

“Just tell your family about it. They’ll know what to do.”  

…

That night, the entire Wang family held a meeting.  

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether this so-called good luck had a downside. But what if it did?  

Old Man Wang sighed, as if recalling something. “When I was young, I also knew someone with incredible luck. Everything they did succeeded, but they didn’t live past eighteen…”  

Probably because they used up all their fortune early in life, leaving none for later.  

Lin Mei hugged her daughter tightly, crying. “I just want my daughter to live a safe and ordinary life. I don’t care about good luck—I just want her to live well.”  

Wang Congbing also reflected on his actions and slapped himself hard.  

“It’s my fault. I kept talking about digging up ginseng every day—I was harming my own child!”  

Liu Juhua was heartbroken. “It’s my fault too. I thought it was just a few lucky coincidences.”  

Wang Guoqing grasped the crux of the matter immediately.  

He pulled Wang Baozhu close and spoke seriously. “Baozhu, luck should be used to help others, not for selfish reasons.”  

Wang Baozhu didn’t fully understand, but she nodded obediently.  

Wang Baoguo looked at the others. “From now on, we’ll keep an eye on her and stop her in time. And Baozhu, our family doesn’t need ginseng anymore. We’ll all focus on delivering snow. If we need anything, we’ll buy it ourselves.”  

Placing the entire family’s needs on the shoulders of a child was both foolish and cruel.  

Honestly, even he wanted to slap himself a few times.  

After the family discussion, Wang Baozhu never went up the mountain alone again.

[Ding—]

[Shopkeeper Su Ling has adjusted the plotline. The world has begun operating independently. Reward: Central air conditioning, already installed.]

Hua Hua stretched lazily. “Good, now we can collect energy normally.”  

Su Ling looked up at the newly appeared air vents and mused, “First buying up snow in bulk, then central air conditioning… The next world must be scorching and dry, huh?”  

Hua Hua: “Probably.”  

After a relaxing massage, Su Ling felt much better and opened the store interface to stock up on vegetables:  

First, Chinese cabbage and white radishes were a must. Then came cabbage, tomatoes, Shanghai greens, leeks, eggplants, onions, green beans, and chili peppers.  

Though potatoes weren’t classified as vegetables, once the vegetable section was unlocked, items like potatoes, sweet potatoes, yams, and aromatics (scallions, ginger, garlic) could be purchased separately. Su Ling decided to stock up on everything at once.  

That night, the small grocery store was brightly lit.  

Su Ling placed the new vegetable section to the left of the checkout counter.  

The wooden slanted crates made it easy to pick out produce, while spices were placed higher up.  

She also added some dried goods—shiitake mushrooms, seaweed, kelp, dried shrimp, and the like.  

“With all these, how can we not have soy products?”  

So she added an open mini fridge, stocking it with tofu, dried tofu, tofu skin, fried tofu puffs, and, on a whim, bean sprouts and rice cakes.  

She was craving hot pot.  

Thus, beef rolls, assorted mushrooms, shrimp paste, fish balls, and egg dumplings soon filled the fridge.  

Ham sausage was a must. As for tripe—just a small portion would do. Eggs, goose eggs, and duck eggs also made it onto the shelves.  

Su Ling: “Satisfied!”  

After hanging a bag of tofu outside the window, she carried Hua Hua back to her room to rest.  

…

The next day, 5 AM.

Wang Zhaodi’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sudden influx of new products.  

Su Ling retrieved the frozen tofu and placed it in the fridge, then asked Wang Zhaodi, “Want to take more stuff with you?”  

Wang Zhaodi nodded firmly. “Yes!”  

She was certain she could sell all of it!  

Soon, Wang Zhaodi had packed a large cart full of goods and, with great effort, pushed it out the door, braving the snowstorm as she headed toward town.  

Not long after Wang Zhaodi left, Shen Ping’an—who had been observing for a while—pushed the door open and entered.  

“Boss, I heard you’re hiring people to sell goods?”  

“Yep,” Su Ling replied, studying him. “She went pretty far.”  

Shen Ping’an knew his small stature and weak legs wouldn’t let him travel long distances, but there were certain customers only he could reach—people like himself.  

Other villages weren’t as easygoing as Dawang Village, but with the shop’s cart, some places might turn a blind eye.  

“Boss, do you buy medicinal prescriptions here?” Shen Ping’an pulled out a sheet of paper.  

Su Ling glanced at the handwritten prescription in brush calligraphy and, without much thought, placed it on the counter.  

[Suggested purchase price: 10,000 yuan.]

[Accept / Reject]

Su Ling clicked Reject.

This prescription was worth that much?!  

“This prescription is valued at 10,000 yuan. Can you authorize the sale?” Su Ling asked.  

Shen Ping’an was stunned—first, because the shopkeeper actually accepted the prescription, and second, because the offer was so high.  

“I can authorize it. It’s mine to begin with. Boss, you can keep the money here for now. I’ll take some goods, and you can deduct the cost later.”  

Su Ling had no choice but to agree. She loaded two large carts with the items Shen Ping’an requested and helped him wheel them outside.  

His grandfather arrived just then, and after a brief exchange, the two thanked Su Ling and left with the carts.  

Once back inside, Su Ling closed the door and turned to Hua Hua. “If the system recycles this prescription, where would it end up?”  

Hua Hua: “If you click Recycle, the system will sell it through normal channels to someone in this world, but the fixed value is 10,000 yuan. If listed in the store, the price could be astronomical.”  

“Would selling it through normal channels affect the luck of the male protagonist?” Su Ling asked.  

Hua Hua shook her head. “No, the origin would be untraceable.”  

Su Ling placed the prescription back on the counter and clicked Recycle.  

Hua Hua hopped over, tilting its head. “You didn’t even read what the prescription was for before clicking?”  

Su Ling sat down calmly. “The system offered such a high price, which means this world urgently needs this prescription. If I were to profit off it by leveraging this world’s future, it might cause unintended consequences.” She really liked this era’s setting and wanted it to thrive.  

“The prescription must be incredibly valuable, and I am someone who loves money. So it’s better not to look—just recycle it directly.”  

(Note: This prescription is only useful in this world. No other world would have a need for it.)

Hua Hua nodded. “True. Our main mission is energy collection. Being too greedy might make us lose sight of that.”  

Su Ling stood up and stretched. “Alright, let’s go back to sleep. Tomorrow noon, we’re having hot pot. It’s been so many days, and not a single hot pot base has sold—does that seem normal to you?”  

Hua Hua swayed its little cat head. “Not normal at all.”