I had already tried it before October; that little house could hold living creatures.

She secretly tried it on chickens raised by other people in the village.

But Shiyue also discovered that no matter what kind of living thing it was, regardless of its size, it would take up all the time she had painstakingly saved up.

That time was saved by Shiyue in case she encountered any danger.

Although she felt that such opportunities were few and far between, who could complain about having more ways to save their life?

Now, the thought of giving that time to a complete stranger, a dirty man at that, fills Shiyue with great reluctance.

But she couldn't just watch this man die.

Although she didn't know this person, Shiyue could tell from his tattered clothes that he was no ordinary person.

He seems like a cultured person, maybe even some kind of cadre.

Because he was wearing a blue cadre uniform with four pockets.

Even if the clothes are patched upon patched and washed until their original color is no longer visible, they are still cadre uniforms.

Shiyue had an idea.

This person looks a bit like one of those bad elements from the Red Star Brigade across the mountain who were sent down for reform last year.

If it really is those few people, Shiyue thinks we still have to try to save them.

She didn't understand why these people were considered bad elements.

But she knew those people were all from universities and were intellectuals.

Considering that these people were once in similar positions to Uncle Shen, and then considering the books she had read…

Shiyue gritted her teeth, took out her torn clothes, and tore them all into long strips, using them to tie the man's hands and feet tightly.

Finally, they even blindfolded him.