Su Sanlang chuckled. “That’s not necessarily true—my daughter is very clever! Yesterday, the moment I held her, she stopped crying. It was like she knew I was taking her home.”
As he said this, his heart ached.
He couldn’t imagine what kind of heartless people would abandon a newborn baby in the mountains—let alone in a mass grave.
That wasn’t just abandonment. That was sentencing her to death.
If he hadn’t happened to pass by and heard a baby crying among the graves—if he hadn’t gathered the courage to check—she would’ve frozen to death overnight.
He sighed.
“If they didn’t want her, they could’ve given her away. Or at least left her somewhere people pass by. Why go so far as to try and kill her? What kind of hatred is that?”
Gently touching the baby lying in the small bed, he murmured,
“As long as I have food to eat, you’ll never go hungry. From now on, you’re my real daughter.”
As if she understood, the baby broke into a bright, happy smile.
Old Master Su carefully fed her spoonfuls of goat’s milk. The little infant drank quietly, without fussing or crying, swallowing each mouthful obediently.
Before long, she had her fill. She closed her lips and shut her eyes, looking ready to sleep again.
Old Master Su grabbed his son and started pulling him out of the room.
“Come on, come on—don’t disturb my precious granddaughter. Can’t you see she’s about to sleep?”
The two of them quietly stepped out and gently closed the door.
The moment they left, the baby—who had just seemed sleepy—suddenly opened her eyes.
Su Muyao immediately focused inward, sensing the space within her mind. When she felt it there, she finally relaxed.
Good… the space came with me.
Her thoughts drifted back to before her rebirth.
Her name was Su Muyao. She was twenty years old—a perfectly ordinary young woman.
Not long ago, she had started having a strange recurring dream. In it, she would die within a month… and then be reborn into an ancient farming family.
That alone wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was that after finally being born, she would be abandoned by her own cruel parents.
Fortunately, in the dream, she was rescued by a passing man.
But that family was already poor, and her arrival only made things worse. They barely managed to survive, tightening their belts just to get by.
At first, she hadn’t taken the dream seriously.
But after having the exact same dream for an entire week, she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Then one day, by accident, she broke a jade bracelet left to her by her grandmother. A shard cut her wrist.
After cleaning up the fragments, she felt a burning pain at the wound.
When she wiped away the blood, she discovered that the cut had turned into a mark—a lotus-shaped mark.
Before she could react, the mark flashed—and she found herself transported into a mysterious space.
It looked like a paradise.
Endless stretches of rich black soil spread as far as the eye could see, alongside a vast lake.
There was also a small pavilion, and behind it, a spring of clear water.
Why did she know it was a spiritual spring?
Simple—she had been an avid reader of novels.
The moment she saw it, she instinctively knew it wasn’t ordinary water. Sure enough, after taking just one sip, she paid the price that very night.
Her body gave off such a terrible stench that she had to wash herself for over three hours.
She even clogged the bathroom drain at home.
In the end, she had to return to the space and wash herself in the lake before the smell finally disappeared.
…Though the real unfortunate one was the poor plumber who had to deal with that clogged drain.
With this mysterious space—and combined with the recurring dream she’d been having—it all felt a little too real.
If this might actually happen, then what should she do?
Simple—stock up on supplies.
She had once had a happy, complete family. But when she was still young, her parents died in a car accident.
She was raised by her grandmother. Growing up, she lacked nothing—except a mother’s and father’s love.
Her grandmother also passed away shortly after her 18th birthday.
She used to envy children who had parents, but as she grew older, that longing gradually faded.
Before her parents died, they had run a publicly listed company and left behind a considerable fortune. According to their will, all the shares eventually went to her.
But two years ago, after coming of age, she sold off all her shares in one go.
Living a laid-back life suited her just fine—she had no talent for business anyway.
Now, realizing she might not have much time left, she knew she had to act fast and start gathering supplies.
She took out several bank cards and passbooks. Altogether, they amounted to 6.7 billion yuan.
An enormous sum—wealth built over three generations by her parents and grandparents.
Without hesitation, she began drafting a detailed list of supplies, planning to start purchasing at daybreak.
Early the next morning, she set out.
To avoid drawing attention, she couldn’t buy everything in bulk in just one city.
Driving her SUV, she headed straight to a wholesale market.
After arriving, she quickly grabbed a bowl of spicy soup with flatbread, ate in a hurry, and began shopping.
Her first stop was a grain wholesale store.
“Rice is 4.5 yuan per kilo—but we only sell by the ton,” the shop owner said. “If you’re buying retail, we can’t help you here.”
This was a large wholesale market, mainly supplying big chain stores and smaller distributors, so everything was sold in bulk.
Su Muyao replied calmly,
“I’ll take 15 tons of each type of rice. Also flour, coarse grains, and beans—red beans, mung beans, and so on. Do you have them in stock? I need delivery within the next couple of days.”
The man’s face lit up immediately.
“Of course! This is the biggest grain shop around. We have everything you mentioned, and we can source anything else quickly. At most, everything will be delivered within three days.”
Su Muyao felt relieved—this meant fewer shops to visit.
She paid half the deposit, left a warehouse address, and added the owner on WeChat.
Then she asked about wholesale suppliers for cooking oil.
The shop owner perked up—this was a big client. As it happened, his younger brother ran an oil and grain business.
After briefly explaining the situation, he took her there himself.
At the second shop, the owner was straightforward and offered her the lowest price. He even suggested she buy a variety of oils instead of sticking to just one type.
Su Muyao took the advice.
She ordered 500 barrels of each type of cooking oil.
On top of that, she stocked up on salt, soy sauce, vinegar, spices, seasoning packets—
Especially sugar and salt—she ordered 50 tons of each.
This completely stunned the shop owner.
Putting aside whether he could even gather that much stock, just selling that quantity alone would take ages.
“Miss… what do you need all this for?” he asked cautiously.
He knew it wasn’t entirely appropriate to ask, but with such a massive order, he had to be sure. If anything went wrong, he wouldn’t be able to handle the consequences.
Su Muyao smiled reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not doing anything illegal. My family runs a chain of supermarkets. I’ve just taken over, and the suppliers think I’m young and easy to push around—they all raised their prices at once. So I decided to source goods elsewhere.”
“Besides, I plan to donate part of this to poorer areas. Once everything is divided up, there won’t actually be that much left.”
Hearing this, the man finally relaxed.