RSMFH 01

Chapter 01

Reborn with Hoarded Supplies

Book Title: Reborn with Hoarded Supplies: The Delicate Educated Youth Is Pampered by the Rough Guy in the 70s Author: October Rose

“I am very sorry, Mrs. Jiang, but Mr. Lin has completely lost his heartbeat. Time of death: December 18, 2023, at 12:05 PM.”

Inside the hospital room, Jiang Ning watched with her own eyes as every line on the monitor went flat. Her husband, Lin Chen’s face turned gray and pale, and his body gradually grew cold…

She knelt on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Why did it have to end like this? We were trying so hard to live our lives, so why does fate always insist on working against us?

Scalding tears dripped through her fingers. Looking back on her life, she had gone to the countryside as an educated youth at eighteen and married her husband, Lin Chen. They had three children, all of whom passed away, and now, her husband had left her too.

Her first two children, Dabao and Erbao, had grown to be two or three years old—so smart and adorable—but they met with successive accidents. Her last child, Sanbao, never even got to wear the new clothes and shoes she had bought; for some unknown reason, the baby’s face turned a bruised purple, and in the end, did not survive.

Her husband, Lin Chen, started from nothing and worked incredibly hard. Yet, whenever they finally saved up some money, an accident would occur, and all their wealth would vanish. Recently, so that Jiang Ning could have a stable life, Lin Chen took a risk to delve into biological research. He finally made a breakthrough and founded a biotech group, but he accidentally came into contact with toxic substances, contracted hemolysis, and could not be saved.

Jiang Ning felt dizzy, her mind filled with ashes of despair. In an instant, a flood of information poured into her brain, and she suddenly understood.

It turned out that not only was she a “cannon fodder” character, but her husband was one too, and even her three babies were cannon fodder. Their entire family existed merely as a foil to highlight the “happy” lives of the main characters. The male lead of the book, Lin Tao, was her husband’s cousin, and the female lead was an orphan her father had adopted—her foster sister.

Ah!

Her teeth clenched in rage. Why! Just to highlight the happiness of the main characters’ family, our family had to be sacrificed? I refuse to accept this!!!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her mind. Deep within her consciousness, a scarlet blood shadow formed the shape of a fire phoenix from ancient Chinese legend. It was bound by chains, shedding blood-red tears from the corners of its eyes. An ethereal voice resonated in Jiang Ning’s consciousness:

“Strange, to think a cannon fodder could awaken their consciousness.”

“Do you wish to cooperate with me? Seize the protagonist’s destiny and break my seal.”

“In three days, you will return to the past.”

Jiang Ning agreed without hesitation. “I am willing! I will do anything!”

The next second, the phoenix totem vanished, and she realized she was clutching a phoenix-patterned jade pendant. She could enter this space at will. A magical halo carried her consciousness to a strange, vast land. Before her stood a countryside villa, surrounded by endless green meadows—hundreds of acres at least. At the entrance, an ornate fountain bubbled with water. She cupped some in her hands and took a sip; it was incredibly sweet, and after drinking it, her exhausted body felt instantly rejuvenated. She couldn’t help but think of the “space” tropes in many period novels—this must be spiritual spring water. Could it be that she now possessed such a space?

After leaving the space, she wasted no time. She sold their house and all her assets, totaling about five million yuan, to buy enough supplies to store in the space before returning to the past.

Holding her bank card, she went to the largest supermarket in the capital and asked the manager if she could get a discount for buying rice, flour, and other staples in bulk. Since food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all necessities, she decided to solve the food problem first.

Hearing the massive volume of her request, the manager gave her a 20% discount on the spot. Wuchang rice was reduced to 2.5 yuan, flour to 1.8 yuan, and she bought 10,000 jin (catty) of each. She bought another 5,000 jin of various mixed grains, and 10,000 jin of soybeans, mung beans, red beans, and other legumes. Oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were daily necessities, so she ordered 1,000 units of each. She ordered 1,000 units of every milk product, pre-made food, meat, and fresh produce the supermarket had in stock. The boss was overjoyed; such a massive deal would earn him a commission of several tens of thousands. He organized a dedicated service team to cater to her every request, following her list and sending everything to a designated location via truck.

There happened to be a large warehouse for rent near her home. She paid 10,000 yuan to rent it for three days and hired a worker to manage the deliveries. She spent her days buying supplies and her nights at the warehouse. Once the warehouse was packed full, she sent the worker home, locked the doors, and stored all the supplies into her space.

Over the next two days, Jiang Ning visited large wholesale markets, pharmacies, vegetable markets, and clothing markets. Daily necessities were essential: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, facial cleanser, moisturizer, laundry detergent, toothpaste, soap—she chose the best big-name brands for herself. She bought hundreds of units of toilet paper, sanitary pads, slippers, and clothes hangers—if she saw it on the shelf, she bought it. She also stocked up on kitchenware: pots, bowls, pans, enamel mugs, enamel basins, and iron kitchen knives, all mimicking the style of the 70s and 80s.

For clothing and shoes, she opted for bulk goods. She didn’t need to be picky; the wholesale market sold clothes by weight—20 yuan per jin—so she bought 10,000 jin of mixed styles. Medicines were more complicated as many were prescription-only. She had to visit several pharmacies to piece together a collection of common medications. She also bought over a hundred small medical devices like blood pressure monitors and glucose meters.

Thinking back to the items of decades ago, she went to second-hand markets and scavenged a large number of vintage goods. Plum Blossom watches, Phoenix sewing machines, Permanent bicycles, radios, black-and-white televisions—she bought hundreds of each. In that era, these were precious treasures.

After accounting for all the supplies, she returned to the villa in her space, where four white porcelain bottles sat, holding the remains of her family. As she grieved, she received a call from Jiang Rou, inviting her to dinner. Jiang Ning felt a surge of hatred. An invitation to dinner? It’s nothing more than a chance to show off their success!

She arrived at their villa, feigning indifference. It was located in the most prosperous part of the capital, a thousand-square-meter mansion worth a hundred million yuan. Now she knew exactly whose pockets Lin Chen’s money had ended up in! From inside the room, she could hear the couple’s arrogant laughter: “With so much money, we could have ten or eight more children and still never spend it all!”

Her heart felt as if it had been pierced by a bullet; she could barely breathe from the pain.

“Go to hell!”

She set the villa ablaze, watching as their family was consumed by the sea of fire. Her expression finally relaxed. Entering her space, Jiang Ning slept the most peaceful sleep she had known in years.