At two o'clock in the morning, the rain gradually got heavier.

Liu Yuhan was driving on a rugged road, raindrops hitting the glass windows, "da da da..." accompanied occasionally by lightning. She felt inexplicably more uneasy and increased her speed.

It was almost four o'clock when we arrived at the village. We could already hear the crowing of chickens, occasionally accompanied by the barking of dogs, and the thunder was getting louder and louder.

Slowly driving the car to the old professor and his wife's cottage, a faint halo of light shone through the quiet house. Liu Yuhan stood silently at the door for a few seconds, raised his hand, but ultimately did not knock.

I stuffed the file bag into the crack of the door. Inside was a piece of letter paper, a key, a card and some cash.

The letter told them that she wanted to travel to the north for two years for personal reasons, and asked them to take good care of themselves, to find Jiang Lu if they had any problems, and not to worry about her.

Over 30,000 yuan in cash was kept as a backup due to the pandemic. A bank card, which contained 180,000 yuan, which the old professor and his wife had given her for college and living expenses, had 260,000 yuan in it, including Liu Yuhan's 80,000 yuan bonus.

Liu Yuhan didn't need any of this. She'd been both academically and academically gifted since childhood. Besides the fields and mountains, her greatest passions were calligraphy and painting, which she found calming. This was also due to the influence of the old professor and his wife. Consequently, she received numerous scholarships and awards, including tuition waivers and other scholarships for her outstanding academic performance.

In addition to necessary expenses and regular funding for the orphanage, I also have a small nest egg.

Liu Yuhan stood there for a long time and vaguely heard some rustling sounds coming from the room. She was startled and left quietly.

In the darkness before dawn, everything is unknown.

Although the rain had stopped, the mountain road was still rugged, but Liu Yuhan calmed down at this moment.

After a long drive, I finally made it back to the city. I passed a gas station and took out a few empty drums from my space and filled them with diesel. I also bought drums from the station and filled them with gasoline.

I have used up all the money in WeChat.

Finally, I parked the car by the shoreline, stored the diesel and gasoline in my space, and also put the toolbox in my space. I got in, wrapped my clothes, rolled up the windows, and felt exhausted! I instantly fell into a dream.

That nightmare haunted her for three consecutive nights.

In an unknown environment and time and space, her soul seemed to float in the air. From a few dilapidated thatched houses, a heart-wrenching, hoarse voice faintly emanated, conveying an indescribable sense of despair and oppression. Hearing this voice, Liu Yuhan's heart ached, and she desperately tried to break through that barrier...

The moment the sun rose from the seashore, the cars parked along the coastline disappeared instantly, leaving nothing behind...

"Sister! Mommy, sister is awake!" An excited voice of a child sounded in Liu Yuhan's ears.

Then I heard the wooden door creak, and a small figure went out.

The bright light in front of her made her squint unconsciously.

Memories rushed into her mind intermittently. She touched her face, looked at her thin arms, and faced this strange time travel event, she sighed silently in her heart. She had finally come.

Liu Yuhan woke up and immediately used his consciousness to enter the space. He was shocked to see that the pickup truck had also entered! The car was still consciously staying in a corner.

Everything in the space is there, all my efforts paid off!

Liu Yuhan shook her head slightly. Aside from feeling a little dizzy, she was fine. Her stomach started growling. She had been unconscious for three days and was starving.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he took out the steamed buns he had bought from the supermarket and started eating them. After finishing the buns, he drank a bottle of pure milk, opened a bottle of mineral water, drank the water, and rinsed his mouth.

Slowly sitting up straight, I instinctively began to observe my surroundings.

The room was about ten square meters, a mud-brick hut with slightly cracked walls. Above was a thatched roof made of bamboo and wood. The floor was dirt, but it had been trampled or compacted. I lay on a brick bed, covered with straw, and on top of that was a worn, yet washed-white, mattress.

Because of the hot weather, Liu Yuhan was only wearing a thin blanket. It was hard to tell what material it was made of, but it looked like cotton or linen. There were two large wooden boxes at the end of the earthen kang. Aside from the faint scent of medicine, the room was quite clean... but completely poor.

Liu Yuhan remembered that Liujia Village, a small, impoverished village nestled in the mountains in the north, had distinct seasons and relied mainly on hunting for survival. The winters were long, and rice fields could only be cultivated once.

There are a total of thirty households and about two hundred people in Liujia Village. The surname Liu accounts for more than 90%, and the remaining households have a few other surnames.

The original owner's grandfather Liu Daling was 54 years old, and his grandmother Jiang was 53 years old. They had two sons and one daughter. The eldest son was Liu Shihu (hu), the second daughter was Liu Shiliu, and the third son was the original owner's father Liu Shinan.

The eldest son, Liu Shihu, is 35 years old. He married Li from Xiaoshi Village and has two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Liu Yang, is 15 years old, the second son, Liu Guang, is 12 years old, and the third daughter, Liu Yun, is 8 years old.

The second child, Liu Shiliu, was 34 years old and married to Yang Nianhua from Shitou Town. They ran a small noodle shop inherited from their ancestors. Business was good in the past few years, but due to drought, it has declined significantly in recent years, barely making ends meet. They had two sons. The eldest, Yang Zhi, was studying in academy. In ancient times, it was not easy for ordinary people to support scholars. Yang Zhi and Yang Rong were 13 and 11 years old respectively.

The original owner's father, the third son, Liu Shinan, was 32 years old and married to a woman named Liu. Speaking of Liu, she had a tragic past. Fifteen years earlier, at just 16, she was nearly sold into a brothel. Refusing to leave, she crashed into a roadside stone tablet, her head covered in blood. The traffickers, fearful and angry, cursed the bad luck. The woman was so fierce, they thought they would have been unable to stop her if they hadn't fed her cartilage powder. They tried to drag her away, but Liu Shinan, who was selling game on the street at the time, couldn't bear to watch and intervened.

So in the end, Liu Shinan used the two rabbits, two pheasants and two hundred coins to buy himself a "wife" with blood all over her head.

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