Yaelle lay in bed feeling more and more upset. She was only 32, but she had died so young. She had saved nearly three hundred thousand yuan over the years by living frugally, but didn't buy a house or a car.
Now it was all wasted. If she had known this would happen, she would've just enjoyed life. In this backward ancient world, there were no pads, no shampoo, no body wash, no hair dryer.
How was she supposed to live? And the toilet, she didn't want to be in daily contact with maggots and flies. She desperately wished there was a toilet like the one in her store.
While she was thinking about all this, the scene before her suddenly changed. She found herself in the store's toilet. What was going on?
Was she dreaming? Had the idea of transmigrating just been her fantasy? No, this body wasn't hers.
The clothes on her were a chest-high ruqun. She had been here for over ten days, and her own hands could not look this delicate and pale. These hands clearly belonged to someone pampered.
Her own hands were rough and dark. Could this be a benefit from transmigrating? Had her supermarket come with her?
She quickly rushed out of the toilet to check the place. Her store had been in an industrial zone on the outskirts of the city, with only two or three competitors nearby. Demand had been high, and the goods were complete.
The store covered 150 square meters and sold tobacco, alcohol, snacks, daily necessities, personal care products, rice, noodles, and cooking oil. After being asked several times, she had even stocked dozens of boxes of condoms. The idea was simple, if customers needed it, she'd provide it.
Yaelle looked around and found nothing was missing from the store. It was just like the day she arrived. One small regret was that she wasn't very good at cooking, so the freezer at home didn't have enough vegetables or fruits.
She had spent a lot to buy a watermelon, and only half of it was left. There were three apples, a box of grapes, a handful of garlic sprouts, a few cloves of garlic and ginger, and three jin of sweet potatoes she had planned to eat for breakfast. There was also half a jin of spicy peppers, a few green onions, a bit over a jin of tomatoes, five or six sprouted potatoes, and a tray of eggs with about twenty left.
Usually she just cooked noodles. If not, she would stir-fry eggs with green peppers, garlic sprouts, or green onions, or make egg fried rice. She even ate tomatoes as fruit, since she hadn't figured out how to make tomato and egg stir-fry.
The store door was still open. On the steps under the sunshade at the entrance were groceries delivered by Xixi Mai on the same day. These usually arrived around ten in the morning, so none of that day's delivery had been picked up.
She suddenly felt that setting up a pickup point was a very smart choice. With the internet now, you could buy almost anything, whether it was in season or not. She hadn't sold eggs because they didn't last long, but that day three trays arrived, totaling 90 eggs.
There were also a few jin of chestnuts, two portions of taro, romaine lettuce, baby cabbage, other vegetables and fruits, and several types of mushrooms. To the right of the store, where there was no shade, Yaelle had followed the neighbor aunties' example and planted a few random vegetables in plastic baskets. There were water spinach, chili peppers, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, potatoes, cucumbers, string beans, sword beans, and even a grapevine.
A neighbor had also given her a zucchini seedling. None of them were growing well. There were also a few corn seedlings.
She had bought a few ears of corn before, but they were too old, so she didn't cook them. After drying them, she randomly picked twenty or so kernels and tossed them in the soil. Surprisingly, they grew.
But because of poor nutrition, they were very sparse and weak. Last week, she spit out a few watermelon seeds while eating and they also sprouted. She basically had a bit of everything, but none of it looked good.
The original owner's memory didn't seem to include any of this.
Everywhere else was covered in fog, making it hard to see clearly. It seemed that only the store and the area just outside the door could be used.
Yaelle felt relieved after inspecting the store. The place was well stocked, and there was more than enough for her to use alone for a long time. She had worried about getting her period and not being used to the sanitary pads here, but now it was fine.
There were all kinds of sanitary products on the shelves in various brands and sizes. She wasn't a steady sleeper at night, and she remembered seeing a short video about sleep pants, 34 pieces for 19.9 yuan. She had grabbed five orders, more than a hundred pairs.
She also bought two orders of five underwear for 19.9 yuan, about twenty pairs in total. The 59.9 yuan sets of two bras were also something she had stocked up on with three orders, around a dozen in total when added to the ones she already wore. She really wasn't used to ancient underwear.
It had no support at all. Oh no, she forgot something important. She hadn't checked what she looked like now.
Yaelle quickly ran into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. The girl inside had a round face, big moist almond-shaped eyes, a small delicate nose, and a neat mouth that wasn't small or cherry-like but still looked elegant. It was a little pale, probably because she was still recovering from being sick.
She looked about seventy to eighty percent like her high school self, but her skin was fairer. Maybe it was because ancient girls didn't go out often. Her facial features were a bit more refined.
She had a well-proportioned figure, about 165 cm tall, weighing a little over 100 jin, probably not more than 110. She wasn't slim and slender but round and shapely in all the right places. She looked healthy.
Yaelle felt happy. Not only had she become more than ten years younger, but she was also prettier. In the original owner's memory, the girl came from a good family.
Her mother was named Emily Jiang and was not in the best health. Her father, Richard Xia, was a wealthy businessman in Qingyun City. He had two restaurants in the main city, several grain stores, and two estates of more than 300 mu each in the suburbs.
There was also a jewelry shop, which had originally been opened for her mother to pass the time, and now it was managed by Yaelle. Her parents had a very good relationship. To avoid the pain of childbirth, the other two husbands were just loyal servants from the father's household added for formality.
Now, Uncle George was the house steward, and Uncle Fernan managed the estates outside the city. Yaelle had a full brother two years older. They were very close.
She wasn't married yet, and currently the restaurants and grain stores were run by her brother. She received part of the profits. The income from the jewelry shop was enough for her to spend each year.
She also received a monthly allowance. She couldn't even finish spending all that money. Her brother helped her save the extra in a money house.
She was basically a little rich woman. After giving birth to Yaelle, her mother's health was ruined, so there were only the two siblings. Two years ago, her mother passed away due to illness.
Her father was devastated. A few months later, while inspecting one of the shops, he was thrown off a startled horse and died. Now, only Yaelle and her brother were left, relying on each other.
She had a fiancé named Maxim, three years older than her. He was eighteen this year. They had been betrothed since childhood.
Their mothers were close friends, and when they were young, the families often got together and brought the children along to play. The two of them got along well and so the engagement was made. The original plan was to marry after she came of age, but because her parents died and she needed to observe a three-year mourning period, the wedding was postponed.
By the current calculation, only a few months were left before the mourning period ended. It would soon be time to arrange the wedding. Thinking of this gave Yaelle a headache.
In her past life, she had divorced because of relationship issues and really didn't want to enter the grave of marriage again. But the other party had waited for her so long and wasted his youth. She thought she should meet him and ask what he thought.
If he was in a hurry, they could break off the engagement and let him marry someone else. If he was still willing to wait and had decent character, maybe they could try to develop something. In this world, marriage had to include three husbands.
Someone she already knew would be better than being randomly assigned.