Lan Xin clutched a black card tightly in her hand as she wandered down the street in a daze. The summer breeze lifted her hair, revealing a small face streaked with tears.
Just moments ago, the most powerful and wealthy Lan family in the imperial capital had kicked her out, telling her to go wherever she pleased.
Lan Xin was lost.
She had no idea where she was supposed to go.
From the day she was born, she had lived a life of luxury in the Lan family. Twenty years had passed like this—until today, when the real young lady of the Lan family returned.
In an instant, she fell from heaven straight into hell.
She had cried and begged her parents to let her stay, but they remained unmoved. They said they owed their biological daughter too much after all these years and could not keep her any longer. They told her to return to her nanny mother’s hometown—a remote mountain village.
“Wuwuwu…”
She didn’t want to go back.
She couldn’t do farm work. Those rough villagers would bully her to death.
In a fog of confusion, she ended up at a five-star hotel and spent 288,000 yuan on a presidential suite. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep. She missed her parents, her grandparents, and her two older brothers.
She cried until she was a complete mess, tears blurring her vision. At some point, exhausted from crying, she finally drifted off.
When she woke again, something extra appeared in her mind—a space.
With a silent thought of enter, she found herself in a vast, otherworldly paradise.
Lush greenery stretched ahead, with mountains and flowing water. At the foot of the mountains lay an enormous lake, lotus flowers blooming across its surface. To the left ran a gently babbling stream that flowed into the lake. To the right stood a peach orchard, where ripe peaches and blossoms complemented each other beautifully.
Directly in front of her spread large plots of black soil.
Was she supposed to farm?
No.
She absolutely refused—she didn’t know how to farm!
Turning to the right again, she spotted an enormous villa.
It was the birthday gift her father had given her when she turned eighteen.
With a flash, she entered the villa. Inside was everything she could possibly want: a massive walk-in closet, a library, a gym, a beauty room, a swimming pool—everything was there.
After taking a full tour of the villa, she stepped back outside and went to the stream on the right. Scooping up a cup of water, she drank it cautiously.
Is this the legendary spiritual spring water from the novels?
She smacked her lips, carefully sensing any changes in her body. It tasted sweet, but… nothing happened.
Looks like it wasn’t spiritual spring water.
Or maybe the effect just wasn’t obvious?
She took a few more sips, then stared thoughtfully at the space.
In those Tomato Novel stories, once someone got a space, transmigration usually followed…
Could it be… I’m not originally from this world?
Where would I transmigrate to?
Now that she had two hundred million yuan…
Should she start stockpiling supplies?
Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and found a period-era stockpiling novel to study how others did it.
First: rent a warehouse.
Second: make a supply list.
Following the steps in the book, Lan Xin went out to find an agent and rented a large warehouse. She paid three months’ rent upfront—normally it was one month deposit plus three months’ rent, so this was already considered a discount.
She also hired an elderly man to guard the warehouse, paying him a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan.
Then she headed to a car dealership and bought more than twenty vehicles. None were extremely expensive—just in the several-hundred-thousand range.
There were RVs, sedans, minibuses, off-road vehicles, armored vehicles, vans, motorcycles, electric scooters, bicycles, tricycles, and handcarts.
Driving a seven-seater SUV, she went to the grain and oil wholesale market and entered a shop selling rice and flour.
“I want 100,000 jin of rice, 100,000 jin of flour, and 100,000 jin of noodles. Also millet, brown rice, and soybeans—30,000 jin each.”
The female boss’s eyes widened even rounder than her own body.
“Miss, are you serious? What are you buying so much grain for? Don’t tell me you’re dreaming about transmigration… or is the apocalypse coming?”
Lan Xin raised an eyebrow and said coolly, “You know quite a lot. Looks like you’re a novel fan too.”
The shop owner chuckled. “Of course. I don’t have much to do here every day, so I read novels to pass the time. Miss, did you get a space or something? Otherwise why buy so much grain?”
Lan Xin lifted her chin proudly.
“This young lady is rich. I’ll buy whatever I want. Swipe the card.”
“Right away!”
The boss lady stopped asking questions and hurried to process the payment. When you have money, you can buy whatever you want!
After agreeing on the delivery time and location, Lan Xin went next door to the shop selling cooking essentials.
Rapeseed oil, soybean oil, peanut oil, sesame oil, olive oil, pepper oil, soy sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, Sichuan peppercorns, chili peppers…
She bought large quantities of every variety, spending a total of 3.82 million yuan.
Only after buying oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar did she realize—
Three million-plus could actually buy this much stuff.
If she spent the full two hundred million, her space might end up completely stuffed.
Grinning from ear to ear, Lan Xin headed to the vegetable wholesale market.
Potatoes and sweet potatoes—50,000 jin each.
Cauliflower, eggplant, chili peppers, cucumbers, bitter melon, celery, chives, winter melon, lotus root, flat beans, green beans, napa cabbage, and more—30,000 jin each.
Shiitake mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, and wood ear fungus—5,000 jin each.
Chicken eggs, duck eggs, and quail eggs—100,000 total.
The vendors all stared at her in shock.
“Miss, what are you buying so many vegetables for?”
Lan Xin replied arrogantly, “Don’t ask. If you ask, the answer is that this young lady has two hundred million and can spend it however she wants!”
Vendors: …Alright then. It’d be great if more silly rich daughters showed up.
By the time darkness fell, Lan Xin drove to the warehouse, released an RV, and lay on the bed while opening a food delivery app.
She had already tested it today—the space had a preservation function.
She could stock up on cooked food.
After all, someone like her absolutely couldn’t cook. She might starve in the future.
Hot pot—delivered with the pot included.
The nearby hot pot restaurants entered the busiest period in their history.
Bobo chicken, skewers, barbecue, seafood feasts, steamed buns, mantou, siu mai, roast duck, roast chicken, braised dishes, Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine…
She accepted everything—as long as they delivered.
The hot pot arrived first.
Lan Xin ate hot pot in the RV while continuing to place orders. She stayed busy until late into the night collecting all the deliveries, yet she wasn’t sleepy at all.
Next, she went online and ordered vintage clothing, watches, ration coupons, bicycles, baseball bats, electric batons, machetes, kitchen knives, fruit knives, and more.
Who knew whether she would transmigrate—or where to?
Better to buy a mix of everything.
If she really transmigrated into an apocalypse world, she would just hide in the space forever and never come out.
At that time… she could even bring in an obedient man to live with her.
Thinking this, the next day she swept through several baby supply stores.
After all, living with a man meant having babies eventually—these were necessary purchases.
That afternoon, she raided several pharmacies and even contacted a medical equipment company to purchase a large quantity of medical devices and surgical supplies.
Because she was a medical student, already in her junior year.
After dinner, she returned to the warehouse and stored the mountain-like piles of grain and vegetables into her space. Then she swept through a large supermarket.
Starting with the daily necessities section—
She spent five million yuan in one go and bought everything in the supermarket.
When the supermarket restocked that night, Lan Xin emptied it clean again.
Even the shelves and freezers weren’t spared.
The next day, she went to the meat wholesale market.
Pork, beef, lamb, chicken—50,000 jin each.
Rabbit, duck, goose—10,000 jin each.
In the afternoon, she hit the seafood wholesale market.
Prawns, crabs, razor clams, oysters, octopus, hairtail, perch, salmon, tuna, all kinds of fish, crayfish—
However much they had, she bought it all.
She also purchased a large amount of seafood seasonings—including plenty of wasabi.
Then came freshwater fish—several thousand jin of each type.
Looking at her card, she still had over one hundred million yuan left.
It actually seemed hard to spend it all.
So that night, she went to luxury stores.
Clothes, handbags, shoes, cosmetics, gold—
Buy, buy, buy.
In one sweep, she spent over ten million. There was still one hundred million left on the card.
That evening, she ordered from high-end restaurants again. She wanted to prepare more delicious dishes.
Every item from Michelin restaurants—ordered multiple times.
Then every dish from the imperial capital’s seven-star hotel—ordered twice.
She checked the total.
Only a bit over three million spent.
So she added several expensive bottles of alcohol—another two million gone.
Back in the car, she fell asleep from exhaustion.
She dreamed of many people wearing patched clothes, their faces sallow from hunger, unable to get enough to eat.
When she woke the next morning, Lan Xin felt a trace of regret.
She suddenly felt she had been too extravagant.
After breakfast, she finished collecting the warehouse supplies and went back to the chubby boss to place another order:
100,000 jin of rice,
100,000 jin of flour,
100,000 jin of noodles.
Then she ordered:
100,000 jin of potatoes,
100,000 jin of sweet potatoes.
The black soil was piled high with supplies—but the space still seemed impossible to fill.
Next, she went to a textile factory and purchased twenty million yuan worth of fabric, requesting they make it into dacron and cotton cloth.
Because she had clearly seen the people in her dream—
They dressed exactly like people from 1970s television dramas.
By the time she finished, night had fallen again.
She placed orders at several budget restaurants—fast food joints, street stalls, small stir-fry shops, tea restaurants.
Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk—she bought it all.
That night, she continued buying vintage products online:
Watches, radios, televisions, computers, mobile phones…
Everything.