Chapter 8: The Wealth God Girl Is Here to Buy Meat Again

Xiao Moting snapped back to his senses, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared sternly.

"All of you, stop!"

He was trembling all over; these men were brothers who had lived and died with him, yet they were dying one by one before his eyes!

But no one listened at all; the wounded soldiers acted as if they had agreed upon it, raising their Long Swords without hesitation and falling one after another.

Bai Wei saw Xiao Liujin also pick up a sword and draw it across his neck.

But because he had been malnourished for a long time, his body was too thin, and he couldn't lift it at all.

"No!" Bai Wei screamed in anxiety.

This twelve-year-old child soldier was actually going to his death without hesitation, just because of a minor illness.

But she only had a wisp of consciousness attached to Xiao Moting, and she couldn't make a sound at all.

Bai Wei was frantic, tears swirling in her eyes.

She studied medicine and could see that these wounded soldiers didn't have terminal illnesses at all; it was just that the frostbite on their legs was festering and oozing pus, and combined with the common cold, it made them unable to fight.

It couldn't be cured in ancient times, but as long as they applied modern frostbite ointment and took cold medicine, they could recover their health.

Bai Wei screamed in anxiety.

"No, Xiao Liujin, you are still young, you must not die!"

"I will save you all, you must not commit suicide!"

"All of you stop, I have plenty of food and medicine in my village, I can help you survive!"

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"Bai Wei... Bai Wei..."

Bai Wei opened her eyes abruptly, sat up all at once, and gasped for air.

The scene before her had returned to the modern day.

She was lying at home.

Zhou Yuchuan stood to the side, his eyes full of worry.

"You fainted just now, so I asked the villagers for your address and brought you home."

Bai Wei sat on the bed, her chest heaving violently.

She had not yet recovered from the scene of the Daliang wounded soldiers committing mass suicide.

These wounded soldiers could still be saved; she had to save them!

The Jade Pendant held in her palm suddenly grew hot.

A flash of inspiration struck Bai Wei's mind, and she jumped off the bed and pulled open the Wardrobe.

"Clatter."

A huge pile of things poured out.

"This is..." Zhou Yuchuan held his breath in shock, his pupils shrinking.

Bai Wei was almost buried by the paper money pouring out of the Wardrobe!

It was all spirit money!

"It's the sacrificial spirit money from that dynasty!" Zhou Yuchuan rushed forward excitedly, holding up a stack of spirit paper with both hands, "It even has the dynasty's seal; it's actually preserved so perfectly, it's too precious!"

Bai Wei was about to speak when she suddenly saw a line of words written on the Wardrobe.

"Lord Guishhen, I am Xiao Moting, Fourth Prince of Daliang. My army of thirty thousand is trapped in the snow plains and lacks food and fodder. I am willing to exchange anything with Lord Guishhen, including my life."

The vigorous and powerful handwriting was exactly the same as what she had seen in her dream!

Bai Wei held her breath; the "Gui Dage" who was exchanging items with her was the very person she had possessed while unconscious.

He thought she was the "Guishhen," so he had sent her sacrificial offerings!

If the Wardrobe could continue to transmit items, she could help them!

Watching Zhou Yuchuan excitedly studying the spirit money, Bai Wei grabbed him.

"Do you have a use for this spirit money? I'll sell it to you, but only for cash!"

Zhou Yuchuan was trembling with excitement, "These sacrificial items are exactly the same as what our Archaeology Team excavated in the Zhenbei King Tomb, but the offerings we excavated had already weathered and the writing was unclear. Spirit money and paper artifacts preserved as perfectly as yours are one of a kind."

"Just name a price." Bai Wei was dying of anxiety.

The wounded soldiers in the Daliang camp were heroically committing suicide one after another.

She was still waiting to get the money to buy medicine and food to send over to save their lives.

Zhou Yuchuan frowned slightly, seeing that Bai Wei was very anxious.

He had wanted to ask more questions, but it didn't seem like the right time.

"Would you sell it for 150,000?"

Bai Wei hadn't expected this spirit money to sell for so much!

Without a second thought, she immediately agreed.

"No problem, Alipay transfer!"

Although 150,000 was a small amount, it was enough to buy medicine to save those wounded soldiers!

Zhou Yuchuan was also straightforward and took out his phone without a word.

"Ding."

With a soft sound, 150,000 was deposited into Bai Wei's account.

She was filled with excitement and got up to run out the door.

At this moment, a few things rolled out from the pile of spirit paper money.

A silver Wine Pot and a few matching cups, engraved with exquisite patterns.

Zhou Yuchuan was stunned for a moment, immediately picked them up to examine them, and then shouted excitedly, "Are these sacrificial wine vessels used by ancient nobles to offer sacrifices to their ancestors?"

He flipped over the bottom of the cup, and upon seeing the stamp, he was even more shocked than before.

"Is this still a family sacrificial vessel of the Xuancheng Prefect?"

Bai Wei was just about to head out, but hearing this, she turned around and glanced at the wine vessel.

"Are you buying?"

She had no interest in the Xuancheng Prefect; she only wanted to make money!

"Do you have any idea how important an antique this is?" Zhou Yuchuan's face turned red with excitement, his eyes flashing with ecstasy. "There isn't much left of our country's ancient sacrificial culture. Such sacrificial vessels are only found in noble households, and ones preserved this well are even rarer! This set of yours could be recorded in the annals of Huaxia archaeology and become an important link in the history of ancient sacrifice..."

"How much money?" Bai Wei interrupted.

What a nagger; she wanted money!

Zhou Yuchuan snapped out of his fanaticism.

After chatting with Bai Wei for a few sentences, he had more or less gauged her temperament. "This set of sacrificial vessels is too precious. I cannot set a price on my own; I must discuss it with my mentor, Professor Ye. However, rest assured, it will not be lower than one million."

"One million?" Bai Wei held her breath, her heart pounding with excitement.

It was far higher than the amount she had expected!

With this much money, she could not only buy medicine for the wounded soldiers, but also buy grain, buy winter clothing...

"Professor Zhou, you go back and discuss it first, and call me when there is news."

"Alright..."

Before Zhou Yuchuan could finish his sentence, he was pushed out the door by Bai Wei.

He was stunned.

Watching Bai Wei lock the door as if guarding against a thief and pull the curtains shut tight, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

He had come for archaeology, not to steal her things.

However...

Zhou Yuchuan looked up at the room.

The large wardrobe in the room was also an unprecedented antique. On the bronze handles of the wardrobe were carved patterns of the Twenty-Eight Mansions used exclusively by ancient shamans; it was an Artifact.

This girl named Bai Wei was hiding a secret.

She refused to say, but he would find out.

The door was locked, the curtains drawn tight.

Bai Wei didn't even have time to catch her breath; she immediately took some chalk and wrote on the inside of the wardrobe door.

"Xiao Moting, my name is Bai Wei. I am a Huaxia person from a thousand years in the future, living on the same land as you. I can help the wounded soldiers recover; please do your best to keep them alive! Before noon tomorrow, I will send the items over."

After writing, she went out through the back door.

Zhou Yuchuan was clearly highly intelligent and not someone easy to fool; his readiness today was nothing more than a desire to obtain the antique.

She had to guard against this person; the matter of the wardrobe could not be exposed.

Bai Wei arrived at the pharmacy in town.

"Boss, I want fifty boxes of chilblain ointment, ten boxes of amoxicillin, ten boxes of cephalosporin, one hundred bottles of alcohol, and ten boxes of Absorbent Cotton..."

The pharmacy owner looked vigilant. "Why are you buying so much alcohol? What are you trying to do?"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone.

Bai Wei said, "I run a farmhouse resort. There are too many customers, so I have to spray alcohol everywhere for disinfection and sterilization. I'm keeping the medicine in reserve so that if guests get sick while visiting, I'm prepared."

As she spoke, she flashed her business license.

The owner believed her and immediately beamed, calling people to the warehouse to count the items.

Big business had arrived!

Bai Wei breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate she was the owner of a farmhouse resort; otherwise, the pharmacy really wouldn't have dared to sell her so much alcohol and medicine.

For the chilblain ointment, she bought an old domestic brand; it was cheap at four yuan a tube, but it worked!

Bai Wei had the owner deliver the items to the entrance of the farmhouse resort and then hurried to the pork stall without stopping.

The meat stall owner was dozing off, but as soon as he saw her, he scrambled up, nodding and bowing as he greeted her.

"Miss God of Wealth, here to buy meat again..."

"I want twenty pigs. Deliver them to my farmhouse resort tomorrow morning. Have the bones removed and the internal organs cleaned."

"How many?"

The knife in the pork stall owner's hand went "clatter" as it fell to the ground.

He was stunned once again.

Twenty?

Why did this little girl manage to shock him silly every time she opened her mouth!