Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH146

Chapter 146

The speedboat cut through the river, riding the waves in the shocked eyes of the residents on both banks. It didn’t stop until it had traveled far, far beyond the city. The rescued warriors stood on the boat, their hearts still pounding wildly.

“Who wants to get off here?” Jiang Jitang asked kindly. “I’m heading back, and you should return home.”

They exchanged a glance but didn’t spoil the moment by asking Jiang Jitang what they should do next. Given the situation at the time, the Lion Tribe would be in chaos for a while and wouldn’t be able to focus on them; even if they thought of it, they wouldn’t find a legitimate reason to capture them.

One female warrior stepped forward. She recognized the area and knew the way home. Jiang Jitang noticed her trembling legs as she walked and took two bananas from his tasker backpack, showing her how to eat them. His tasker backpack contained plenty of items, though few were suitable for this situation; among the fruits, bananas were appropriate.

The female warrior held the bananas, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes, and saluted respectfully. She had thought she would die in the water prison, but now she had unexpectedly escaped.

Jiang Jitang simply gave each of them two bananas. Even though their wounds were healed, they were still weak from hunger, and eating a banana gave them a little energy.

As for the supplies prepared for Lan, that was someone else’s money—he couldn’t just distribute it as charity.

Yet these people didn’t actually peel the bananas, preferring to endure hunger instead. Are they suspicious of the bananas? Jiang Jitang wondered but didn’t force them to eat.

Every two kilometers, Jiang Jitang dropped off one warrior until only Lan remained.

The warriors had many questions, but because they internally acknowledged Jiang Jitang’s identity as a “divine envoy,” they didn’t dare ask directly. They simply left with these unusual, golden fruits they were reluctant to eat.

“Thank you, Divine Envoy.” When the speedboat reached the shore, Lan thought he would get off, but as he stood up, Jiang Jitang tossed over a pile of supplies.

“I appeared because you requested me. This is what I’ve prepared for you. Your payment is your necklace.”

Lan was astonished. Instinctively, he touched his chest. He had once had a necklace made of beast teeth and bones, but after praying to the Beast God, it had disappeared.

“But…” it was just a necklace of little value, made from ordinary beasts, not ferocious ones. How could it warrant a divine envoy descending and bringing him so many things?

The necklace was precious to him only because it was left by his parents. But everyone has parents and gifts from them, so in that sense, it was ordinary.

“It’s not that the necklace is valuable; it’s that you are.” Jiang Jitang smiled, slinging a bag of salt over his shoulders, handing him a bag of food, a water pouch, and a stone spear.

“Go, and be careful along the way.”

Lan, loaded with supplies, knelt on one knee by the shore, saluting the departing speedboat, then took the items and left.

The other warriors returned home, but he had nowhere to go. He was leaving the Lion Tribe and his original tribe—his people had seen him taken by the Lion Tribe warriors, had witnessed his struggles and cries for help, but out of fear, they turned away.

With no home to return to, he would carry the items given by the divine envoy and find a new home. Though the future was uncertain, holding these gifts brought him peace.

Back in the modern world, by the time Jiang Jitang had brewed a cup of tea, Mr. Tao’s secret communication came through.

The wristband communication was highly secure, so no need for disguise. Tao directly asked about the assassination Jiang Jitang had faced in the dungeon yesterday.

“Ah, that…” Jiang Jitang scratched his head, feeling a little guilty.

Tao often treated him like a close junior. If he knew Jiang Jitang had risked himself like that… but hiding it wasn’t necessary and might create hidden dangers.

After some thought, Jiang Jitang adjusted the timeline, claiming he obtained the “Blood Curse” item a few days earlier, and said yesterday’s assassination was the result of careful planning, not a sudden impulse.

Still, Tao was shocked: “The risk was too high; you shouldn’t have used yourself as bait.”

Although Jiang Jitang spoke casually, who could naturally let a knife pierce their chest, using a cursed item to ensure death?

What if healing hadn’t been timely? Even if the enemy was avenged, what would it matter?

Looking at this child’s past life, it had been fairly peaceful. How did such an intense personality develop?

“It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I feared missing it. Next time, I don’t know when it will come again. Plus, I was lucky this time—carrying an item to resist mind control. Next time, luck may not favor me.”

He couldn’t reveal his immortality or magic, so he blamed the Cube item.

Jiang Jitang smiled, explaining his reasoning: “I considered other methods, but I needed damage that would kill others but not me to achieve the best effect. Scaring them now makes them more cautious next time.”

After confirming Jiang Jitang was unharmed, Tao’s attention turned to the “Blood Curse,” a unique death curse item.

A death curse usually activates after the event, typically post-mortem. It is often powerful and difficult to defend against, classified as high-attack in supernatural attack items.

The Blood Curse is essentially a post-mortem curse of the highest “plague” level. Any related person, separated by mountains or rivers, could be cursed via a call or photo. Its transtask doubles each time, and the 24-hour delay could affect many.

If the delay were extended further, the number of affected people would grow exponentially…

Tao steadied his racing heart and calmly told Jiang Jitang: “I have some items you might use.”

Jiang Jitang was about to refuse, but Tao continued: “One is a delay item, which can double the duration of an item’s effect. It can be used before or during the use of the item.”

“I think I really need that,” Jiang Jitang immediately said.

Tao was reassured: young Jiang Jitang was decisive and responsible. “I’ll have it sent immediately.”

“That’s a favor, sir,” Jiang Jitang replied. Matters that troubled enemies required decisive action.

Humming “Today is a Good Day,” Jiang Jitang opened the final task’s details, preparing winter supplies for Yue, including warm clothes and long-storable food. Shopping funds came from half a mammoth tusk—fresh ivory, not fossilized, not attached to flesh, worth 700 in cash value.

For Blue Planet, it might be less valuable than a single wild wheat, but since it was in the task list, it had to be done properly.

Yue wasn’t alone. His wife had died three years ago during a beast tide, leaving him to raise two children alone.

As a warrior often away hunting, he hadn’t carefully prepared for family needs. Now approaching winter, last year’s winter clothes were unusable, and his children had grown, increasing food needs. Last year’s provisions wouldn’t last the season.

Yue offered his share of loot—half a mammoth tusk—to obtain supplies.

In large tribes, such ivory was common, but Yue’s small grassland tribe mostly hunted small beasts and gathered food. The tusk was a significant gift.

Before winter, they wouldn’t have dared hunt a mammoth.

His tribe wintered underground, never lighting fires to avoid detection by predators. Hence, food had to be storable and edible raw.

This was beneficial—they had a dry, cool storage room. With enough food, a three-month winter wouldn’t heavily affect them.

“Three people, ten-day food shortage… needs to last two months. Sweet potatoes? No, they’re expensive now.” Jiang Jitang sought the cheapest staple; rice or white flour were best. Sweet potatoes and soybeans were costlier, as the season hadn’t yet arrived.

“Rice is cheap, but raw rice? It can’t be pickled… fermented?” He glanced at his kitchen jars, spotting one of his homemade sweet rice wine.

Yue might not need the wine, but the byproduct, fermented rice (laozhao), lasts three months at room temperature.

Fermenting sweet rice wine took about five days, but his tasker backpack could accelerate time.

He needed glutinous rice, water, sweet wine yeast, and ceramic jars. The rice and yeast were available; only jars and glutinous rice needed purchase.

Local glutinous rice: 2.8 RMB per jin. He bought 50 jin for 140 RMB.

Four-liter ceramic jars with lids: 10.8 RMB each, bought 10 for 105 RMB.

He washed and steamed the rice, placed it in sterilized jars, added yeast, sealed them, and used 30x time acceleration to ferment.

After four hours, the first batch of sweet rice wine was ready—sweet, perfect, no flaws.

He took 8+ jin of wine as production costs. The remaining fermented rice was still full grains, which could further ferment into second or third batches, but the last portion would be dry and less tasty.

So he steamed the fermented rice to stop fermentation, then stored it in sterilized jars with water-sealed lids. This would keep it safe for two months at room temperature unopened.

“Although low in alcohol, kids should eat less—remind Yue.” He noted it to avoid forgetting.

During this, he also collected Tao’s delay item delivery, hurriedly using it.

If these ten jars could sustain three people for ten days minimally, winter’s length or food scarcity might demand more.

Hence, he also bought 20 jin of dried sweet potatoes—slightly defective in shape and color but sufficient in quality, costing 48 RMB.

Next, 20 jin high-gluten flour for 40 RMB, plus 8 RMB for malt and beer additives. With yeast and salt at home, he could make a primitive large loaf of bread (dalieba).

This bread could last fifteen days at room temperature; in Yue’s storage (-8°C), a month.

Jiang Jitang made dalieba and added a two-star recipe to the culinary record.

Fermented rice, dried sweet potatoes, large loaves—enough for survival, but winter required vitamins and fat.

He considered pickling vegetables for vitamins, but the earliest records dated to the Zhou Dynasty—too late for the task.

“Not Zhou Dynasty.”

“Huh?” The system suddenly spoke.

“The earliest pickled vegetables were during King Wu Ding’s reign, over 3,100 years ago. They can appear as task items.”

Ah—earlier than expected; he learned a new trivia fact.

“The cost is low—salt cheap, even with jars, under 4 RMB per jin. But eating pickles alone might be too salty?”

He checked: the grassland mouse tribe already salted meat, so pickles weren’t necessary.

After surveying the market, he chose apples, pomelos, and smoked pork fat. Nuts were too expensive.

Apples could last 40 days at room temperature in winter, pomelos similarly. Both cheap: apples 4 RMB/jin, 20 jin per box = 78.5 RMB; pomelos 4.8 RMB/jin, six fruits ? 74 RMB.

Smoked pork fat, cheapest available, 12.8 RMB/jin, bought ten jin = 126 RMB. He negotiated a 2 RMB discount; ten jin was basically clearance.

He realized processed sausages could have been cheaper—11.9 RMB/jin—but it was too late. Sausages date back 5,000 years in Mesopotamia, permissible as a task item.

“700 RMB allowance, now 80.5 left. With 70 RMB gift allowance, 150.5 total—to prepare winter clothes for three, with no anachronistic materials or tech…

“Tch, modern printing and dyeing alone rules out modern clothes. Should I buy fabric and make them myself?”