Chapter 11: The Magic of Space

The cold wind blew against the window frames covered with newspapers.

The oil lamp was as dim as a bean, illuminating the pale profile of Shen Lingning on the kang. Her fingertips stroked the old military uniform in the bundle, which was washed to a pale color. The epaulettes were cold.

In his hand was a single photo of Zhou Weiguo in military uniform. In the photo, Zhou Weiguo's brows were cold, but there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness at the corners of his mouth.

Although they only met when they got married...

Although the days in these two months were dull, they also contained subtle warmth.

He clumsily learned to make porridge for her and taught her how to make pancakes...

She secretly sewed the buttons on his uniform;

Occasionally, when he came back from the fields, he would find warm soup on the table, and she would arrange the few slices of meat into beautiful patterns with the flowers and plants;

And when she woke up, she could always find a White Rabbit candy he had stuffed next to her pillow...

These scattered fragments, like the fine sand in an hourglass, silently accumulate into small pieces of happiness.

"Defending the country..."

Whispers spread in the silence,

Guns have no eyes. He is now deep in the dense forests of the southwest. Is he alive or dead?

Shen Lingning subconsciously stroked the simple silver bracelet on his left wrist.

Beneath the icy touch was a mysterious source that saved the mother and daughter at the critical moment of life and death.

The spiritual spring restores physical strength and relieves pain; the emerald green crystal provides spiritual strength.

"Spring water can restore the body... so... can it be used to grow things?"

A thought flashed like lightning, suddenly passing through Shen Lingning's mind, which was a little drowsy due to hunger and fatigue.

She is the eldest daughter of the Shen family in Shanghai, although her family has fallen on hard times.

But when I was young, I followed my grandfather who loved the tea ceremony, and I was influenced by him. I saw the preciousness of those top-grade Longjing and Biluochun teas, and I knew their value.

If only we could grow good tea...

In these days of scarcity and ticket-based payments, this might be a way to earn enough money to survive, or even change your destiny!

We cannot buy and sell in this era, but Chinese people cannot live without drinking tea. As long as there is good tea, there will be a way out.

The instinct of survival and the responsibility for her daughter's future made her concentrate instantly and sink her thoughts into the mysterious space in her mind again.

It was still that small space, filled with a faint mist that seemed to have life.

The small spring in the center still gurgles with clear water, emitting a soft and tranquil glow.

Next to the spring, two pieces of smoky quartz, the size of fingernails, transparent throughout, with a bright glow flowing inside, lie quietly.

And next to the tea crystal, those saplings swaying with vitality...tea?

"Tea! It's tea seedlings! Mom!"

Fu Bao, a bit confused, but more excited and eager, immediately started to speak, like a small radar: "The space has sensed your thoughts! Activate the Tianling Spring and the seed will germinate!"

Shen Lingning looked at the tea seedlings with joy. Two tender green leaves, as if carved from the finest jade, trembled and stretched out at a speed visible to the naked eye!

An extremely fresh, invigorating, elegant and distant tea fragrance from the tip of the leaf diffused from the space like a substance, and through the connection of thoughts, it instantly rushed into Shen Lingning's nasal cavity and rushed straight to the top of his head!

Just a hint of fragrance perceived by her mind suddenly lifted her spirits, swept away her drowsiness and fatigue, and even made her mouth water, as if she had drunk the finest nectar!

"Wow! The speed of time in this space... is definitely different from outside!"

Fubao was also stunned, his little voice filled with disbelief: "And this soil in this space... spiritual soil! It's definitely the legendary spiritual soil! Look at those leaves, Mom! That luster!"

Shen Lingning looked intently: "Is this... the spiritual tea?"

A huge wave of emotion rose in Shen Lingning's heart.

It had only been two days, and this growth rate, this incredible quality... far exceeded her wildest imagination!

If...if I could grow more...if I could harvest...

"If we gather wild delicacies and precious herbs in the back mountains, would that be possible?"

"Yes! Definitely!"

Fubao's heart was filled with unprecedented confidence and excitement: "Mom, I feel it! The space seems to have... become a little bigger? The fog at the edge has dispersed a little bit!

That little piece of spiritual soil... seems to be... more moist, and its area seems to have expanded... slightly?"

Her voice was filled with a hint of uncertain excitement. "It's watered by the spring water and nourished by the energy of the smoky crystal! The space is growing! It needs energy! The energy for successful planting!"

Shen Lingning suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and sensed it carefully.

really!

The edge of the fog, which was originally so thick that it could not be dissolved, seemed to have really thinned a little, and the boundary of space seemed to extend outward a tiny bit.

The precious spiritual soil next to the spring, although still pitifully small, seems to have a deeper and more restrained color, and the vitality it contains is even more powerful and profound.

This means that she can grow more things in the space, and the growth rate is amazing, which can be exchanged for more food and necessary supplies.

With the support of space, Shen Lingning no longer felt the anxiety and helplessness he had felt when he learned that Zhou Weiguo might be seriously injured, and began to make careful plans for joining the army.

Lying quietly in the space was a huge sum of 368 yuan and a thick stack of various tickets.

Shen Lingning is well aware of the principle of "don't show off your wealth" and understands that capital is needed for the future.

Under the pretext of "taking Fubao out for some fresh air" and "finding some wild vegetables to make soup for Fubao", she began to cautiously explore the depths of the back mountain with her infant daughter in her arms.

She avoided human traces with a clear goal: to use space and Fubao's perception to find wild game and replenish supplies.

When we reached the edge of a dense pine forest, Fubao in my arms suddenly babbled. He pointed with his little hand to the ground covered with dead branches and leaves in front of him on the left, and said with joy, "Mom... Liangliang... Xiangxiang..."

Shen Lingning's mind moved, and he looked intently. With a slight movement of his mind, he saw three plump, shiny, and excellent-quality basswood Ganoderma lucidum lying under the dead leaves!

She was delighted and quickly picked it up and put it into the space.

Before she could be surprised, a colorful wild pheasant with gorgeous feathers flew unsteadily as if it was drunk.

With a dull thud, he crashed into an old elm tree beside them and fainted.

Fubao giggled and said proudly: "Stupid bird... bump into... mommy and eat it!"

Shen Lingning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took this "windfall" into his pocket.

The most shocking discovery was made in a shady, moist, moss-covered rock crevice.

Fubao suddenly seemed extremely excited, waving his little hands towards the deep crevice, and whispered sweetly, "Hong Guoguo... Gengen... so amazing! So warm!"

Shen Lingning's heart was shaken, and he carefully pushed aside the moss and gravel.

Under the soil, an old ginseng with roots twisted like a dragon, tight reeds, thick main roots and perfect appearance gradually revealed its true appearance!

Judging from its shape, it is at least a century-old treasure!

She had seen ginseng like this in her grandfather's collection, but none of it was as good as this one!

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she carefully carried the "Ginseng King" into the safest place in the space, along with the soil wrapped around the roots.