Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

She couldn't understand the weather, let alone how to calculate the approximate time. She just looked at the approximate position of the sun.

"I really don't know how the ancients were able to keep time accurately. It's like they were caught blind."

Hua Ningyao murmured and went out. Naturally, the inn did not provide food, so she just bought a bun to eat.

This store only sells vegetarian buns, which taste good, so she bought 20 more.

Ancient steamed buns are not as white and fat as modern steamed buns, but they are solid. When you take a bite, you can still taste the wheat aroma of flour.

Unlike modern ones, most of them are added with bleaching agents and swelling agents. When you pinch them with one hand, you can get a thin layer.

The wonton seller had already set up his stall. Hua Ningyao walked over and the wonton maker greeted him warmly.

"Sir, here you are, the wontons are already wrapped."

The wonton boss weighed the wontons in front of Hua Ningyao.

Hua Ningyao: I can’t understand it and I’m shocked.

At that time, there was no such thing as a scale. It was hung like this, with a weight hanging behind it. She tilted her head and looked at it, and nodded seriously.

"Very good. We still need 300 coins, right?"

Hua Ningyao paid the bill neatly and left with 50 kilograms of wontons. The boss was stunned for a moment.

"It's strange, this little guest officer looks so thin and small, but he is so strong."

Hua Ningyao found a deserted alley, put the wontons in, and walked around again.

There was not much to see in this small county, so she cut another ten pounds of pork, bought some fruits and vegetables, and left.

I went back to the inn and sorted it out. In the afternoon, I went to the owner of the wonton shop and ordered another 50 kilograms of wontons from him.

"Boss, my family said your wontons are delicious. I would like to order another 50 pounds, or how many can you make?"

She was leaving here. Ancient times were not like modern times. Cars and horses were very slow. She had inquired about it. Going to the province would take 3 days by carriage and 6 days on foot.

She doesn't know how to ride a horse. If she uses Qinggong, she is a fool. A horse has to run for three days. How many days do you expect yourself to be able to run?

Professional matters should be left to professionals. It takes seven or eight days to travel from the provincial capital to the capital by horse-drawn carriage.

This journey would take about ten days. She would stop here and there. She really didn't have much time.

She has been here for three days. After deducting about 12 days on the road, she only has 15 days left. This is still the richest algorithm.

She could find the corrupt official's treasury in the province in three days, otherwise, tsk, gold, silver, her love.

She planned to ream the silver into pieces of about 1, 2, 2, 2. Silver was actually quite soft, and this kind of tool existed in ancient times.

Sometimes she couldn't find the money, so she would cut off the silver ingot, and she would buy one later, so that the idiot magistrate wouldn't find out that what she was using was his silver.

"That's it. Sir, we only have two people doing it. At most, we can make you 100 kilograms."

The owner of the wonton shop, I didn’t expect her to come back so soon. I guess it was because after I bought it, my family liked it after eating it?

"Okay, then it's 100 kilograms. This is 500 cents, please."

Hua Ningyao paid 500 Wen generously. She already knew where the boss lived, and she could afford to lose 500 Wen.

"Okay."

The owner of the wonton shop immediately took it with a smile. Unexpectedly, this person was quite generous.

Hua Ningyao went to the dried fruit shop again and bought some dried fruits. As for the pastries, they were very ordinary and she had no intention of buying them.

Just buy some dried candied fruits, melon seeds, and peanuts to eat on the road. Then we went to a car rental agency, rented a carriage, and hired a carriage driver.

Early the next morning, she picked up the wontons and got on the carriage to leave. The owner of the wonton shop once again marveled at her strength.

Hua Ningyao puts the raw wontons in a cardboard box and divides them when he has time to ensure that he can eat more variety.

Today, it is still summer. The ancient summer was cooler than the modern summer, but how much cooler can it be on a carriage?

Hua Ningyao spent a lot of money to buy a large piece of ice and put it on the carriage. It was still a little hot, so she could only fan herself.

Oh, I miss her supreme coolness, which can lower the body temperature several degrees. Of course, it is truly supreme coolness.

The carriage arrived at another county in the evening, and the coachman said to Hua Ningyao.

"Master Huang, please rest here at night. It is not safe to travel at night. If you go further, there will be no place to rest before dark."

"Ok."

The two of them found an inn. The driver who rented the car had to provide food and accommodation. He had to bring his own food for the road. He only had to provide breakfast and dinner and stay in the worst room possible.

Every inn has servant rooms for the accompanying coachmen, bookboys and the like.

Hua Ningyao naturally doesn't hold any weird ideas about everyone being equal. She mainly wants to hoard things now.

There is no need to pretend to be a saint. She is still living a very miserable life. In reality, she is still lying on the balcony, not knowing whether she is alive or dead. She has no time to care about others.

Let the inn deliver food. This time she chose a better inn. Last night she cut the money into one or five taels.

One hundred taels of silver made her cry to such an extent that even my mother could not recognize it.

When she left, a rumor spread in the county that the magistrate had been haunted by a ghost and that his clothes had been taken off and he was lying in a dilapidated house.

Some people say that he has done too many bad things, while others say that he was possessed by a female ghost.

Hua Ningyao: Oh, stop talking, okay? She might be interested in this kind of thing. She wouldn't even dare to take off the other person's pants, for fear of seeing some sharp object that would dazzle her eyes.

Who the hell wants to pick off an old, fat old man?

Of course, she would not refute these. When the county magistrate woke up and found that everything was gone, he was so angry that he fell ill.

It was really like the state of being plucked by Yang Queen. He felt bitter, but he didn't dare to say that he decided to collect an additional 20% of the grain for this year's autumn harvest! ! !

Hua Ningyao: Sorry, you won’t survive the autumn harvest.

There are also antique calligraphy and paintings by famous artists that he collected. He gave them to his boss out of filial piety, so that he could be promoted and collect more.

Every time he plundered a large amount, 70% of it was exploited by the county guards, governors and officials at all levels. They didn't have to do anything to get the money.

Hua Ningyao arrived at the local area, inquired about it, and determined one thing. The county magistrate here was a pauper, and he was still a magistrate in his 50s.

The person who won the first prize back then was not like the magistrate of her county, who was a donated official. Well, there was no more money to be harvested.

As for donating some to the county magistrate? Sorry, she doesn't have the capital now. Until she makes more money, she's just a poor person.

Moreover, I heard that this county official is extremely pedantic.