Chapter 150: Disconnected and Reconnected

Shua!

The disconnected platform flashed back to life!!!

Yan Yu: …

Seriously!

She had just mentally prepared herself!

If the signal is bad, just cut it off—why reconnect so stubbornly?

Why so dedicated!!

But… she liked it!

Gagaga!

The feeling of regaining something lost was beyond exhilarating!

Yan Yu’s voice trembled with excitement: “Dad, Mom, our platform is back! Oh my time, only three minutes left!!!”

“Race against time! Life or death speed! Dad, hurry up and bring what we’re selling!”

Yan Lao’er sighed three times in a row and stacked several bundles over.

Everything Yan Yu’s small hands touched vanished in an instant.

The crazy sell-sell-sell mode was activated once again.

Li Xuemei, anxious, stood up and hurriedly reminded, “The grain and seasoning shelves are empty! Buy a carrying basket—do we still have enough for the hand-copied books?”

Yan Yu didn’t even have time to check how much each item sold for. Everything she grabbed was just random junk from her dad’s collection of scraps.

She heard Li Xuemei’s words and quickly shouted, “Dad, the bags—where are the prepared bags?”

Yan Lao’er smacked his forehead, but even faster than him was Nanny Rong.

She picked up several sacks beside Li Xuemei.

Yan Yu noticed her movements and said, “Yes, yes, Aunt Rong, those are the ones! Bring them over quickly.”

Nanny Rong spun around and ran over at top speed.

Li Xuemei said, “Just put the bags on the ground.”

The sacks landed steadily.

Yan Lao’er brought over a few bamboo tubes as well.

Grain and flour slowly filled the bags, while soy sauce and vinegar were poured into the bamboo tubes…

When a woven bamboo basket appeared, Nanny Rong naturally started packing, tying the grain sacks tightly like Yan Lao’er did, then placing them into the basket one by one.

Yan Lao’er paused to watch her movements.

After a moment of hesitation, he said, “You’ll be carrying this basket from now on. And the things I’ve prepared for you, just keep them in there. After you eat… what happens to it?”

Cough cough. He corrected himself, “I mean, like Sanbao, that bionic mechanical ox—do you digest it the same way?”

Nanny Rong shook her head. She grabbed a handful of rice in her palm, and when she opened her hand again, what appeared before Yan Lao’er was a handful of—rice flour.

Yan Lao’er understood. It was direct, clear.

But… this rice flour… using it again would be really hard to mentally accept!

Yan Yu, racing against time, cleared out the remaining bundles on the ground. A glance at the balance showed she was still far from affording the hand-copied books.

Even wooden slips were out of reach.

Junk really didn’t sell for much…

Just as she was about to sigh, she suddenly saw the icon for the free market flashing!

She had to go in!

If she didn’t, she’d be scratching her head afterward, wondering which partner she might have missed.

The screen switched.

Ah!

A stranger!

Yan Yu’s surprised expression was so adorable that the girl on the other side, wearing thick black-framed glasses, broke into a maternal smile.

Wanting to see more clearly, the girl moved closer to the screen, making her face appear enlarged.

Through the thick lenses, Yan Yu saw her ink-black eyes.

She couldn’t help but freeze.

Then, the girl on the other side began to speak: “Ancient background… hold on, let me find it—ah, here!”

Her voice was soft and sticky, like she was speaking with a mouthful of cotton candy.

“Little sister, take a good look. If we meet again next time, this will save us a lot of time.”

Yan Yu focused her gaze.

A piece of paper taped to the screen read:

For Ancient Backgrounds:

Purchasing:

Various sculptures, paintings, and textiles of gods, Buddhas, and Daoist figures (any size, any material, no damaged items!!!)

Items with a long history, worshiped with incense, long-term high-demand purchases! Price negotiable based on condition.

Peachwood, lightning-struck wood (natural and wild).

Food (clean).

Clothing (clean).

Daily necessities (clean).

Selling:

Various imitation antique and artificially aged items.

Mutated plants.

Mutated animals.

Other mutated objects (cheap prices).

Side Jobs:

Feng Shui for yin residences.

Ghost marriage consultation.

Guidance on subduing mid-level and lower demonic creatures or supernatural entities (methods are for reference only).

…

Yan Yu: …

Demonic creatures? Supernatural entities? Mutated plants and animals…

There seemed to be more pages to post, but unfortunately, time ran out.

She vaguely heard the soft-voiced girl muttering something in frustration.

“What’s wrong, daughter?” Yan Lao’er asked with concern.

“I connected to a new world!” Yan Yu replied.

Yan Lao’er’s interest was immediately piqued, his eyes lighting up. “What’s it like? What kind of people? What kind of world?”

Based on her years of reading web novels, Yan Yu made an educated guess…

“It seems to be a world with demons and ghosts.”

Yan Lao’er: “What? What!!”

“I mean, spirits and monsters, probably.” Yan Yu silently thanked the heavens for granting them a relatively normal world.

Thank the heavens.

Yan Lao’er, once he understood, was relieved as well.

“Good, good. At least there’s a platform between us. They can’t come through, right?” He answered his own question, “They shouldn’t be able to. My goodness, if someone with a weak heart traveled there, they’d be scared to death on the spot!”

“What did that girl want to buy?”

“Things like Buddha statues… and they had to be worshiped with incense. She also wanted food and daily necessities, but they had to be ‘clean.’ That ‘clean’ part probably has some hidden meaning. The time was too short, just one sheet of paper—it’s hard to tell.”

“Daughter! Maybe we should just skip this world. Don’t trade with her,” Yan Lao’er suggested in a small, nervous voice.

“The zombie and mutated beast worlds sound better than this. Ghosts… are terrifying.”

“Dad! Don’t worry, we don’t even know if we’ll run into it again. The platform glitched today—maybe we only connected by accident.” Yan Yu comforted him.

Yan Lao’er did feel better, his voice growing a little louder.

“Yes, yes! We’ve never seen it before, so the odds should be low. Hahaha! Worst case, we just won’t trade with her. It’s not like we even have what she wants. No problem, daughter. Let’s pack up and sleep—tomorrow we head out early.”

“By the way, what do you all want for breakfast?”

Li Xuemei happily shook the bamboo tube in her hand, sipping from it with pure contentment.

What she was drinking was pure carrot juice—no mixed vegetables, just the simple, sweet taste of carrots.

These vegetable juices, fruit juices, and nutrient liquids they traded for would be her primary food for the next few days. Light in taste, nutritious enough, filling, and hydrating all at once.

Since you’ve sincerely asked, I’ll answer honestly—

“Roujiamo!” Yan Yu grinned at her dad.

Yan Lao’er: …

“Forget I asked.”

“Hahahaha! Dad, don’t bother. We’ve got mantou, pickles, and jerky—that’s good enough for now. We’ll worry about fancy food later.”

Yan Lao’er nodded. “Alright, let’s make do for a few days and see how things go.”

“Oh, and dilute some alcohol with water for the injured. Our containers aren’t sealed well—it won’t last long anyway.”

Li Xuemei added, “Take some clean cloth too. I saw that Doctor Cui was reluctant to even use bandages.”

“Got it!” Yan Lao’er agreed.

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