Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 294 - 247 Seven More Updates

Rong Yan was already in the space.

The only direct change given to her was that the space’s black soil had doubled in size; to be more precise, it should be

And then there was... her pupils were somewhat shattered.

Because there was an additional trading platform, which should mean an additional shelf for selling goods, and currently one had been opened.

That is to say, she could now sell things.

Damn!

Awesome.

After thinking it over, she decided to try it out.

First, she tried to place the things bought from the Space Supermarket on the shelf... but a prompt indicated that they couldn’t be placed.

Immediately, a light screen appeared in front of her, and a line of text emerged: "This shelf only trades items planted in the space’s black soil, and the earnings will be in the currency of the current time and space."

Rong Yan:...

Are you that unique?

However, what interested her the most was the latter half of the sentence.

Does that mean, if she sold things grown on the black soil, the money she received could be withdrawn and used outside as well?

If that was really the case, then she wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of exchanging things back and forth.

In other words, when she was short of money, she wouldn’t need to buy goods from the Space Supermarket and then sell them outside.

From now on, the supermarket would exist just to make shopping more convenient for her.

That’s pretty good.

If Qin Ye knew about this, he would probably be even happier.

Don’t think she wasn’t aware that Qin Ye had always been somewhat reluctant about her taking things bought from the Space Supermarket to sell outside; he was afraid it might be discovered.

But what to sell now?

Her gaze fell on the two patches of black soil.

She had always planted herbs on her previous patch of black soil since it was convenient for her to make medicine from these herbs.

There was also ginseng... apart from using it for medicine, she had exchanged much of it with the Space Supermarket as recharge funds for shopping.

Now, should she try selling a ginseng root?

Once she thought of it, she did it; after all, she wasn’t one to dither.

So she carefully dug up a ginseng from the black soil.

Then she placed it on that shelf.

Regarding the pricing issue, it was a bit difficult because she didn’t know where it was going to be sold.

However, she immediately had an idea. She priced it based on the prices of this era; after all, the money that came into her hands would be usable in this era.

Thus, she simply set the price at three hundred yuan.

She was able to put it on the shelf alright, but obviously, it wasn’t something that would sell right away.

Rong Yan waited for a while, but the item was still there.

So she stopped paying attention to it.

Her attention was on the newly added black soil.

What should she plant on this plot?

One plot for herbs was enough since they grew quickly and she already had enough.

After some thought... she had an idea, why not plant fruit on this plot?

When Qin Ye came back, she would let him know to buy some fruit saplings for her.

After exploring the space, she then left it.

At this time, Qin Ye had arrived at the scrap station.

The old man at the scrap station just looked up at him without saying anything.

Qin Ye offered a cigarette, and now less wooden, he said, "Grandpa, can I go in and look around to pick some things? Don’t worry, I’ll pay."

The old man glanced at him, "Of course you have to pay. This is collective property, not mine personally. You can go in, but don’t make a mess. Whatever you find, two yuan per kilogram."

"Okay," Qin Ye agreed without hesitation.

After he placed the cigarette in the old man’s palm, he walked into the scrap station.

The old man quite liked the Red Plum Cigarette, especially when he recognized it, his smile deepening the wrinkles on his face.

Qin Ye looked around the scrap station... After about half an hour, he emerged carrying the things he wanted.

"Grandpa, weigh these please."

The old man saw they were scrap wheels... the kind from bicycles, several of them.

There were also some pieces of iron sheeting, which made him slightly curious, "These are heavy and seem rather useless. Are you sure you want them?"

Qin Ye nodded, "Yes."

"Well then! I’ll weigh them for you." The old man had him put them in a large basket and then weighed them together...

"A total of fifty kilograms, at two yuan per kilogram, you need to give me..." After calculating in his mind, the old man announced a figure, "You owe me ten yuan."

Qin Ye handed over ten yuan.

When the old man took the money, he couldn’t help but look at Qin Ye again, then he spoke solemnly and earnestly, "Young man, money isn’t easy to come by. You should spend it more wisely."

Ten yuan... to buy a bunch of worthless scrap metal, his brain might have a serious problem.

If this was his grandson, he’d probably chase him down for three streets.

In these times, is making money that easy? To spend it so carelessly without a second thought.

Qin Ye nodded, perfunctorily humming in agreement.

Then he put those things into worn-out urea bags.

He secured the bags to the back seat of his bicycle and then rode home.

*

Rong Wenming saw his son-in-law pushing the bicycle with so much effort and quickly went forward to help.

Together, they pushed the bicycle into the yard and parked it properly.

"What’s inside this?" Rong Wenming was curious.

Qin Ye said, "I bought some stuff. I’m planning to make something."

Rong Wenming didn’t ask further. He watched as Qin Ye emptied the urea bag... When he saw what came out, the corners of his mouth twitched.

What could he do with these useless things?

Qin Ye didn’t explain.

"Dad, do we have any tools at home?"

Rong Wenming shook his head, "The house only has a hammer, nothing else. What do you need? I’ll see if I can borrow some for you."

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