Chen Shuning wasn't sure whether to call herself lucky or unlucky.
Her misfortune was that, having had a stable job and a prosperous life, she lost her life in a fire at a newly opened la...
Back in her little house, Chen Shuning didn't rush to sleep. Instead, she took the caterpillar pillow she usually slept with from her bedroom in the small space building, stuffed it under the thin blanket for a simple disguise, and then slipped into the space to check on the treasures she had acquired that day.
The wooden building still stands in the flower-filled courtyard as always. Pushing open the carved wooden double doors, the familiar environment comes into view. Even the half-finished milk tea and the half-read novel she left behind are still lying quietly on the coffee table in the living room.
Without time to tidy up, he went straight to the basement entrance next to the stairs. Everything brought in from outside would appear in the basement of the space. Chen Shuning didn't understand antiques and calligraphy, so he simply piled them up in a corner of the basement along with the shelves. The gold bars weren't anything special either, so he packed them up and stacked them in a corner of the space as well.
Chen Shuning liked the jewelry in the boxes. She counted ninety-nine boxes of jewelry, which she didn't know were the wealth accumulated by the Sun family over generations. In any case, it all ended up benefiting Chen Shuning.
Because of the special circumstances of the current era, these things cannot be worn now, but this does not affect Chen Shuning's happy mood.
After carefully examining each piece of jewelry in the box, he reluctantly put the box away.
Seeing that it was still early, I decided to harvest the crops in the space.
Chen Shuning's space is suitable for planting, and because there is only day and no night in the space, the growth cycle of crops is half that of the outside world. Therefore, after obtaining the space, Chen Shuning transformed it into a paradise.
In her previous life, besides being the finance manager of a company, she was also the owner of an online store, where she would sell food, fruits, and vegetables online after get off work.
Because the products produced in the space taste better than those grown with pesticides and fertilizers back then, Chen Shuning's shipments, marketed as "green food," have always been quite good.
She would also use the money she earned to hoard a lot of things. For some reason, in her previous life, ever since her parents passed away, she had felt very insecure, and only piles of supplies could make her feel at ease.
Therefore, at this moment, her underground warehouse, whose exact size she does not yet know, is filled with a considerable amount of supplies.
What she's thinking about now is how to exchange these supplies for money and tickets, which are essential for buying things in this era.
In her previous life, she had always coveted the courtyard houses in Beijing. However, even if she had the money, there was nowhere to buy them. Good old courtyard houses in Beijing were rare and expensive, and many people couldn't buy them even if they had the money.
Now that she has transmigrated to this era, although she has no money, she has the most scarce resources in this era. With these, why would she worry about not having money?
Once she has earned enough money, she will definitely buy several more courtyards and storefronts, and then she will experience what it's like to be a landlady.
But she's going to the countryside tomorrow, so making money will have to wait until later. Anyway, there's no rush. There are still a few years before the policy of free buying and selling of houses is introduced, so she has plenty of time to accumulate funds.
Satisfied, Chen Shuning took one last look at the piles of supplies in the basement, then left the building and drove the small truck parked outside the yard. Chen Shuning's space cannot harvest crops with his mind, nor can it move its location at will, so there are quite a few vehicles in Chen Shuning's space.
When it's harvest time, Chen Shuning drives his new energy pickup truck around. As usual, his first stop is the orchard, which is separated from his courtyard by only a stream.
Because of their love for fruit, the Space Orchard has a particularly wide variety of fruits, from the now rare Guoguang apple, ibex, rose apple, and crabapple, to the famous imported fruits such as Shatang pomelo, black longan, geranium fruit, dragon fruit, babu fruit, and pink ice cream fruit.
Besides these fruits, the original orchard in the space also contained many fruits that had become extinct in this world. Their names are now lost to history, but they all tasted delicious.
After the car crossed the white jade bridge, it arrived at the orchard entrance. Chen Shuning drove the car directly into the orchard, picked and loaded all the common fruits of the era into the car, then picked out a few more that he wanted to eat before leaving the orchard.
That's the good thing about this space. Crops that are fully mature will only flower and bear fruit again after they are harvested. But if they are not picked, the mature crops will not fall and rot like they do outside. Instead, they will remain in their mature state.
Planting in the space doesn't require tedious labor like weeding, fertilizing, or catching insects. It can be said that the crops are native to the space yet can be carefully cared for. Therefore, planting crops in the space has never taken up too much of Chen Shuning's energy; on the contrary, it has brought her huge economic benefits.
Because he had just harvested a batch of vegetables before the accident and hadn't had time to sell them, Chen Shuning didn't go to the vegetable garden. Instead, he drove his small truck directly past the vegetable garden to the livestock area at the foot of the mountain.
When passing by the mini beach, Chen Shuning thought that there wasn't much seafood left in the basement, so he deliberately took a detour, rowed a small boat out to sea, cast a few nets and caught a batch of seafood, and then continued driving towards the foot of the mountain.
Wait, what is that?
If her memory serves her correctly, there shouldn't be any tall buildings at the foot of the mountain, except for the rows of pigsties and cowsheds in the livestock area.
But what's with that modern building that's over ten stories high? And it looks kind of familiar, like the shopping mall she went to when she had the accident.
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