Zhang Zhan poured her a cup of tea.

As soon as she put it in her mouth, she tasted the fragrance of the green tea, and her eyebrows raised and her eyes lit up.

Before she could express her opinion, she heard her elder brother say in a Northeastern accent: "Sister, does this taste right?"

"you……"

"Just tell me if it's right or not!"

Qiao Yu closed his eyes, put down the teacup, and said, "That's right."

"Pick up some tea for yourself later."

"good."

"Keep drinking, don't stop."

"...I finally understand how he felt when I called him Lao Zhou."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"Nothing."

However, Lao Zhou is indeed over 40 years old.

Compared with other middle-aged men in their forties, his old illness healed early, and with her occasional conditioning, as well as his strong physique and extraordinary self-discipline, he is no different from a man in his thirties.

Call him Lao Zhou, that's right.

But how old is she?

I’m officially thirty years old! Why did my oldest brother call me “old”?

Qiao Yuyin held back her anger and just as she was about to say something, the man ran up to her holding a large box.

"Open it and take a look."

There was a loud thud.

From the weight and Zhang Zhan's hopeful look, Qiao Yu guessed that the things were good.

But I didn’t expect it to be such a good thing!

Her hands trembled as she carefully lifted up the light wild ginseng. "Is this wild ginseng?"

She could guess the year, it was about a hundred years old.

"It's wild ginseng."

"This is..."

"Wild Ganoderma lucidum."

"this……"

"Deer antler."

…

They are all good stuff! Good stuff!

The black box of space has already been mostly empty.

When I went to Hong Kong City, I bought a lot of coarse grains, so I didn’t have to copy the grains in the space. Every day, the black box was filled with food that was in short supply on the market.

For example, eggs, candies, cakes, peach cakes and so on.

Because there are many people in the family, she puts a lot of eggs in the black box, so that the family can achieve egg freedom.

Now see these.

Who still copies eggs?

Qiao Yu smiled, "With the hundred-year-old wild ginseng and these herbs, I can make some pills, which are much better than just eating ginseng powder! I'll make up for Grandpa's loss!"

"Is this one wild ginseng enough?"

Qiao Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, almost exposing himself. Then, he thought of a more serious question and turned around to ask, "Why did you think of collecting these for me?"

"Me? Grandpa told me to do it."

Grandpa...

Qiao Yu was silent for a long time.

She seemed to have forgotten something very important.

If I was so excited that I forgot to think, and then I deliberately avoided common sense questions, then if I put the two things together now, would I...

But, how is it possible?

She had never revealed the fact that she had space, and even when she spent a long time with Lao Zhou, she was cautious and careful.

She also didn't have the problem of talking in her sleep, except for two times when she dreamed about things from her previous life.

Then how could the old man be so sure that she could take back grandma's dowry by herself, and how could he know that these precious medicinal herbs would be of the greatest value in her hands? They happened to be one of each kind?

"Brother."

"uh-huh?"

"When Grandpa asked you to collect these, did he say anything else?"

Zhang Zhan thought for a moment and said with a smile, "It really is true."

There really is...

Zhang Zhan was puzzled at the time: "Grandpa, you're giving these to my little sister? One of each? Isn't that too little?"

"Quite a few."

The old man's eyes were determined at that time.

Therefore, the number of medicinal herbs in the box in front of you is one of each type.

Qiao Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and he was sure of what was going on.

The old man knew that she had a space! He also knew that there was a black box in the space with a copy function!

Why, why would the old man know?

She paced back and forth.

"What's wrong, sister? Is there something wrong? I just said that I didn't collect enough things, but grandpa insisted that it was okay... But these things are very expensive, and they cost me a lot of my salary, the money I saved with great difficulty..."

Qiao Yu paused and turned to look at Zhang Zhan, "Does our family have something that is passed down to girls but not boys? Or, inheritance."

Zhang Zhan thought about it and suddenly realized, "When my grandmother was still alive, there was a tradition of passing the throne to daughters but not to sons. I was still young at that time, and I heard it by eavesdropping."

"…How do you remember it so clearly?"

"Well, it's because those words were so awesome that I thought they were fake. And I still remember them today."

"Yes, what did you say?"

"There will be no shortage of supplies at home. Oh, at that time, grandpa also mentioned that the success on the battlefield was all due to grandma's transportation... He also said that this skill is passed down to girls, not boys... Ha, sister, doesn't it sound fake? How can one person transport munitions? Unless it's something very light... sister?"

The usual sullen look on his face was gone.

She looked at Zhang Zhan solemnly, "Brother, can you tell me about grandma?"

"Grandma? Why are you asking about grandma suddenly?" Seeing that Qiao Yu didn't say anything about the reason, Zhang Zhan didn't ask any further questions and just told the story.

My grandmother was a young lady in the Republic of China period. She started her career in foreign trade. When the war broke out, as a national capitalist, she donated supplies and property to the front line and also went to the battlefield herself.

Then I met my grandfather.

The two men went through life and death together and established a deep revolutionary friendship.

When faced with a disaster, both of them thought they would not be able to return alive, so they swore an oath to heaven and became husband and wife.

They swore to live and die together, but after the child was born, the old man still supported the whole family for the child.

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My grandmother died in a hail of bullets.

Qiao Yu always felt that the cause of death was not that simple.

If you have space and can collect everything, how can you die in a hail of bullets?

"What about grandma's family?" Qiao Yu asked.

"I haven't heard from Grandpa."

Even Zhang Zhan doesn’t know…

I guess only the old man knows about this.

If she opened the door, it would be like opening up the space issue.

No need.

For the first time, she suppressed her curiosity.

It's enough for each other to know it, there's no need to talk about it.

If my guess is correct and space can really be inherited, then when I die, will the little goldfish be able to inherit it?

The reason why space followed me from another time and space to here is probably because I was single in the previous time and space...

Qiao Yu was thankful again that he had lived his entire life as an orphan, always thinking about making money and living a superior life, and had never considered personal problems.

Otherwise, if I had a daughter in my previous life, the space would have been inherited by her. If I were to travel alone to the famine era of the 1960s, I would be really at a loss!

Everything is destined by heaven.

She couldn't help but sigh.

"My sister."

Qiao Yu came back to his senses, took a sip of tea, suppressed his surprise, and said, "Speak."

"Why do you look so wonderful today?"

Oh, how could it not be exciting?

When you suddenly know the origin of being born with a space, you must be extremely panicked, right?

Luckily, the space is with me. If it was with my sister...

With my elder sister's naive and innocent personality, it would be only a matter of time before she was used as a tool by the evil couple of the Qiao family and Qiao Yaozu.

"Nothing. Grandpa is right, these are enough to demonstrate their value." Qiao Yu closed the box and said.

When the time comes, grind the ingredients into powder and roll them into pills, no one will be able to tell what the formula is! Then no one will doubt the origin of the medicine.