"Master, Biscuit just picked up a transmigration warning..."
What the heck?
Stella Harrington froze for a second, completely thrown.
Ten years ago, she had accidentally bonded with a lucky farming space.
Its spirit, Biscuit, was a lively little white kitten, always bouncing around.
All day long, it helped her manage the rare medicinal herbs growing in that blessed land.
With that lucky space in hand, she had shot straight up into becoming a low-key medicine tycoon worth twenty billion.
Rich, free, with no family to tie her down, and still single all these years, Stella Harrington had already planned it out—quit the grind, go back to the countryside, buy a manor, and live quietly as some hidden little rich woman.
Transmigration?
She did not want that.
Life was peaceful now, easy and comfortable.
She was more than satisfied with how things were.
"Master, move, quick. Biscuit only received three words from the signal: Great Famine. My energy can barely hold for one month. Hurry and spend every number in your bank account. Turn it all into supplies that would be useful in any era," Biscuit said anxiously.
One month!
A warning bell went off hard in Stella Harrington's chest.
Biscuit never panicked when trouble came. If it was speaking like this, then this transmigration business was probably almost certain.
And the place she was going to was a famine era...
No way.
She was not afraid of much in this life, but she was terrified of going hungry. The second she got hungry, her heart started pounding.
Trade for supplies. Supplies. Now, hurry.
The thing she had stockpiled most in her space was all kinds of Chinese and Western medicinal herbs, plus medical equipment. Those were regular reserves, so there was no need to waste time buying more.
If it was famine, then grain mattered most.
Her first stop was Thailand.
Stella Harrington liked soft, sticky fragrant rice, so she bought up every bit of loose rice moving on the market. After that wild round of buying, she had nearly pushed Thai public sentiment into collapse.
That was not all. She also went to neighboring countries.
She bought huge amounts of average-quality japonica rice, along with all kinds of coarse grains—millet, brown rice, sorghum, black rice, black flour, buckwheat groats...
She moved fast and worked nonstop.
Before long, her space held a full 1.5 million tons of grain, along with 500,000 tons of Cuban sugar.
Only then did Stella Harrington stop, rubbing her temples and shaking her head from exhaustion.
This would not do. There was no way she could handle all of it alone.
She got in touch with an old super agent who had worked for her before, Old Mr. Sutherland.
Old Mr. Sutherland was seriously capable.
He had several supply chains in his hands.
Not just herbs either. Food supply was one of his major businesses too.
"Miss Harrington, do you really want to buy this much food? If it can't all be eaten, it'll rot. When that happens, you'll lose money so badly it'll be ugly," Old Mr. Sutherland tried to persuade her sincerely.
He had followed Stella Harrington for years.
This girl was solid and upright.
She had never once let him take a loss, and that was why he was giving her advice from the heart.
"No need to worry. I have my own way. Uncle Sun, just help me buy it," Stella Harrington said with a smile.
There was one area in her space where time stood completely still. Supplies could sit there for a hundred years without spoiling.
Her tone was steady as a rock. Old Mr. Sutherland knew her temper well. He could tell she was not joking, and this was definitely not some sudden whim, so he got to work at once.
Tens of thousands of tons of soybeans, plus corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and more.
Batch after batch of flour was shipped into the designated warehouse.
Not just white flour, but whole wheat, rye, buckwheat flour, sweet potato starch, potato starch... pretty much everything was there.
Bean products were not left out either.
And while Stella Harrington was buying food, she also swept clean several major global seed companies, selecting every kind of carefully cultivated seedling and seed stock, from high-end varieties to ordinary ones.
Once those seeds went into the ground, the output would become an even more terrifying number.
And that still was not the end.
Stella Harrington contacted another medicinal goods agent up north.
He had plenty of resources in hand too.
All kinds of domesticated live birds and animals were shipped one after another to the large warehouse where Stella Harrington had stored goods before.
Horses from the grasslands, mules, donkeys, cattle, sheep, pheasants running through the brush, domestic chickens, black pigs, white pigs, ducks, geese... every kind of live meat animal, with thousands of each. Males and females, breeding stock and sterilized ones...
She swept up every meat animal she could get her hands on.
At the same time, Stella Harrington launched a buying spree in every city she passed through.
She almost emptied out the supply stock of major supermarkets.
Chocolate, cakes, bread, pork floss, all kinds of snacks, cigarettes, alcohol, ready-made meals, assorted meat sauce packs, frozen buns and dumplings, fish balls, meatballs, instant rice, self-heating hotpot...
As for daily necessities, Stella Harrington had already, from the very start, ordered a batch of goods based on the features of that special era.
Everything was restored to the greatest extent possible.
For example, large batches of old-style bedding in plain bleached colors, white cotton quilts, all kinds of checked fabric, coarse cloth, cotton cloth, floral cloth, cold cream, clam-shell oil, fruit candy, milk candy...
At the same time, she bought huge amounts of body wash, laundry soap, scented soap, shampoo, washing powder, dish soap, towels, bath towels, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and most importantly, tens of thousands of boxes of sanitary pads.
Batch after batch of socks and shoes, underwear, clothes and footwear of every size and style for every age group, plus all kinds of knives, kitchen cleavers, choppers, daggers, and more. Everything was covered.
After Stella Harrington finished collecting all the supplies,
she quietly dumped one of the mineral veins she had been holding, and at last the sale went through, with the money transferred into her account.
As soon as she received the funds, she paid off several large purchase orders in full.
Earlier on, she had specially commissioned manufacturers to make a batch of period-looking tractors, sedans, radios, bicycles, cigarettes, liquor, and the like, all with similar old-era appearances, and they were completed on schedule too.
Once the payments were settled, she went to collect the goods.
At the very end, she went abroad and took in a batch of imitation vintage cars—Tatra, Morgan 4-4. The looks were similar, not perfectly identical, but that was fine. With all the money she had left, she also stockpiled a huge quantity of crude oil.
By the time she finished, she was worn out to the bone.
"Master, ma—"
Before Biscuit could finish speaking, Stella Harrington's vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
