Ever since she put on the so-called family heirloom, Zhao Qingyan has been having the same dream every day.

In the dream, everyone was pale and thin, and their clothes were patched upon patched.

Some even tied the strips of cloth together with straw rope to avoid exposing themselves.

The baby was crying loudly from hunger, and the women held their children in their arms, wailing. All around them was withered and yellow.

Zhao Qingyan would wake up hungry every night.

You have to eat a midnight snack as soon as you wake up, otherwise it will be hard to soothe your stomach which is protesting from hunger in your dream.

Zhao Qingyan woke up hungry again from her dream tonight.

I quickly got up and went to the kitchen, heated up a glass of milk, and grabbed a slice of toast to eat.

People say that once or twice is acceptable, but a third or fourth time is not.

The fact that the same scene occurred for three consecutive days indicates that there must be a reason.

He ate while pondering.

"Why do I have the same dream every day? It's so awful, I'm starving to death."

With her left hand holding the milk to her mouth, her right hand unconsciously touched the landscape brand on her neck.

Touching the patterns on the landscape plaque, Zhao Qingyan's mind raced.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, she bent down and took off the so-called 'family heirloom' that her biological father had told her to wear, and stared at it for about five minutes.

"It seems like I started dreaming after I started wearing this thing, right? Yeah, that's exactly it."

"A family heirloom? It's just an ugly plaque like this, with no treasure map. How can it be called a family heirloom?"

Muttering to himself, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Wow, this thing... could it be like those novels where you need to bind it with blood, and then it's some kind of spatial dimension? Hehehe, should I give it a try?"

This girl is really bold. She put down the landscape sign, went straight to the counter, grabbed a kitchen knife, and cut a gash on her left index finger.

Blood started flowing out quickly, and Zhao Qingyan hurriedly dripped the blood from her finger onto the landscape plaque.

Blood dripped down, quickly spreading across the sign, the lines of which actually followed the pattern on the sign.

"Wow, this thing is really amazing."

Zhao Qingyan's blood kept dripping.

The entire front of the landscape plaque was stained with blood, and its color began to change.

Gradually changing from dark green to deep green, rich green... tender green, yellowish green, light green, finally transforming into a beam of light that shone directly onto Zhao Qingyan's collarbone.

"Oh my god, what is this thing? How did it disappear? How am I supposed to pass this family heirloom down now?"

This girl's thought process was quite unique, as she posed this question.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a flash of white light before my eyes, and I found myself in an unfamiliar room.

Calling it a room isn't quite accurate; it's basically a room with four white walls, a window, and a door, but it's pitch black outside and you can't open it.

There were no lights in the room, yet it was very bright, with excellent lighting.

The entire space is rectangular; I roughly measured it, and it's about 40 cm long and 30 cm wide.

"Based on this calculation, the space is 1200 square meters, which is not small."

How high is it? Hehe, isn't this what they call "no upper limit"?

After wandering around the space for a while, Zhao Qingyan, who was constantly rambling on, finally fixed her gaze on the water vats and jars piled up in the corner.

The water tank was very large; Zhao Qingyan felt it was big enough for her to sit in and take a bath.

She is of medium height.

I'm 165cm tall and used to weigh around 90kg. But lately I've been spending all my time eating, sleeping and gaining weight, and now I've ballooned to over 100kg.

The jar was empty, with a few scattered grains that looked like rice. Zhao Qingyan judged that it must have been used by the previous owner to store grain.

I opened and looked through the other jars one by one, but there wasn't much inside.

Judging from the marks left in the jar, it was probably used to store salt and pickled vegetables before.

There was also a jar, sealed with mud, with a red paper pasted on it bearing the traditional Chinese character for "wine".

Alright, no need to guess, it definitely contains alcohol.

Zhao Qingyan even shook the jar a bit.

I heard wandering sounds inside. Don't get your hopes up that it's a scam; it's probably just a jar of gold.

Beside these jars, there was a desk that looked antique.

The four treasures of the study were laid out on top; the inkstone was still damp, and the brush rested beside it, as if the writing had just been completed.

There was a sheet of paper covered with writing on the desk.

Zhao Qingyan miraculously understood the combination of traditional Chinese characters and pictographs.

The contents of the paper were also very simple: this space was created by a powerful being in ancient times for storage purposes, and was later bestowed upon a disciple who had little wisdom.

Zhao Qingyan's ancestor happened to be the one who wasn't very intelligent.

And so this landscape plaque has been passed down from generation to generation.

After all, possessing a treasure is a crime, and when our ancestors passed down the jade pendant, they said it was meant to be obtained by someone destined to find it.

They didn't tell future generations about the secrets hidden inside this thing.

Therefore, as the Zhao family's heirloom, only three members of the Zhao family actually opened the space, including the Zhao family ancestor who had little wisdom.

Unfortunately, the ancestors who opened the space almost pawned their underwear in order to accumulate good deeds.

Therefore, they were unable to leave anything for future generations.

Zhao Qingyan disagreed with her ancestors' selfless spirit, considering herself an egoist.

After all, who wouldn't be obsessed with money, food, and clothing if they grew up in an orphanage?

Of course, Zhao Qingyan believes she is still a good comrade and has her bottom line.

"A gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way," she's learned her moral character very well.

After reading the "letter" left on her desk by her ancestor, Zhao Qingyan didn't know how to describe it.

In summary,

"It seems that our ancestors weren't very smart."

"Forget it, I won't stoop to their level."

Standing before the desk, he solemnly bowed to the "letter" left by his ancestors.

"My ancestors, I am just a commoner, a poor girl,"

I unexpectedly received a small inheritance left to me by my dear father and your good grandson, but I'm not going to use it for good deeds.

The first twenty-odd years of my life were too hard.

I think I should still enjoy the rest of my life.

"Rest assured, your junior, Zhao Qingyan, will absolutely not commit any crimes."

After bowing, Zhao Qingyan scanned the space with her radar-like gaze, but there was nothing there.

"The rats went out without food, tears streaming down their faces; our ancestors were truly poor." With that, he left the space.

Preliminary assessment suggests that time is frozen within this space, and nothing placed inside will spoil.

But Zhao Qingyan still wanted to try, so she poured a glass of boiling water and filled another glass with ice cubes and put it into her space.

I plan to observe whether there are any changes in these two cups later.

The experimental results were encouraging.