But how did she get in?
Just as she was thinking this, a mysterious feeling appeared in her mind.
Lin Yiwan thought about it, and the next second, the whole person appeared in the space just now.
Her heart was beating wildly, and that mysterious feeling made her quickly realize that this was a place independent of the rest of the world, and it belonged to her alone.
After knowing that this was her space, Lin Yiwan began to explore it boldly.
Soon, she discovered that the space was actually two or three acres in size, and there was an invisible barrier on the side blocking her way.
There was not a single plant in the entire space, but based on her years of research on oil beans, the soil here was somewhat unusual.
If I have to describe the feeling, it would be that it is incredibly fertile.
However, planting oil beans in overly fertile land will cause them to grow too tall and reduce yields.
Although it is not suitable for growing oil beans, Lin Yiwan still can't let go of this piece of land.
I've even started planning on growing vegetables, fruits and the like.
After strolling outside, Lin Yiwan came to the wooden house.
When you push open the door of the wooden house, a faint fragrance hits you in the face.
The floor feels cool when you step on it, yet it is as smooth as jade and very comfortable.
Lin Yiwan walked around and found that the wooden house was unexpectedly spacious, about one square meter, and it was a suite.
The interior is empty, with nothing but basic functions.
But Lin Yiwan was already very satisfied.
After groping for a long time, she found that she didn't need to go in and could place or take items at will.
This was a big surprise for Lin Yiwan.
With such an alien space, I will have an extra layer of security no matter where I go.
Unable to sleep, she got up and washed the quilt, then opened a secret compartment in the room.
He took out the money he had secretly saved over the years, a total of more than five yuan.
Most of these were given to her by her grandfather in private, who also told her to keep them well and not let anyone else know.
In her previous life, she did not hand over the money, but secretly took it to the countryside, which helped her get through those difficult days.
After putting the money in the space, she went out.
It was already the next morning.
After breakfast, Lin Yiwan went straight to the West Street scrap yard.
In this era, due to people's lack of understanding of the value of relics and collectibles, many valuable items were treated as waste.
Of course, some were sent here for special reasons.
In her previous life, Lin Yirou found a painting at a scrap yard on West Street, and it was sold at a high price of nearly 20,000 yuan in Hong Kong in the 1980s.
Song Huaiqing was so excited that he seemed to have made so much money himself.
I told myself countless times that Lin Yirou was a lucky star and could find good things just by strolling around the scrap yard.
Having tasted Dong's sweetness, the two of them auctioned off all the calligraphy, paintings and books they had coaxed from her.
Even if they didn't say how much money these things made, Lin Yiwan knew it clearly.
In this life, not to mention the jewelry and calligraphy and paintings she would not give them, she would even take this painting from the scrap yard!
The waste station was in a remote corner, a yard surrounded by barbed wire.
You can see at a glance that it is filled with all kinds of waste.
A woman was holding a bundle of old newspapers and seemed to be selling waste.
There was an old man in a sweatshirt inside, squatting in the waste pile looking for something.
There were also two aunts picking out something from the junk furniture.
Lin Yiwan, a young and beautiful girl, appeared here and was undoubtedly particularly eye-catching.
As soon as I entered, I attracted several curious looks.
Lin Yiwan didn't care, her goal was very clear.
He glanced around the scrap yard before heading towards the pile of junk where newspapers and books were stored.
Thanks to Song Huaiqing's repeated explanations in the previous life, Lin Yiwan also knew clearly where the painting was placed.
She also knew clearly that Lin Yirou was bought on the day she went to the countryside.
Lin Yiwan didn't know exactly when the painting was sent to the scrapyard.
Anyway, she was looking for something else, so she just looked for them together.
Just after squatting down, Lin Yiwan saw the books in front of him that had been stepped on several times, and her eyebrows couldn't help but jump!
He carefully picked it up and took a look. As expected, it was a book, and a only copy by a famous person.
Lin Yiwan pretended to take a look and then put it aside.
The bundles of old newspapers in front of me were piled up like a mountain. The newspapers had long turned yellow, their edges were curled, and some were even soaked by rain, giving off a faint musty smell.
Lin Yiwan was just about to look for it carefully, but she didn't expect to see the hard paper corner sticking out of the newspaper at a glance.
Her eyes paused, she reached out and lifted up the newspaper, slowly pulling out the piece of paper.
It was indeed a folded painting with damaged edges.
When the painting is spread out, it shows a tranquil lake, willow trees by the lake swaying in the wind, and mountains in the distance looming. In the lower right corner of the painting, there was a faint signature. Wasn't that the name she was looking for?
Unexpectedly, it came without any effort. Lin Yiwan was in a good mood.
Taking a stack of newspapers, she casually put the paintings and books in between.
Holding the newspaper, she came to the place where the old plates, bowls and pots were placed.
I was just about to pick up two items and go to pay, but I didn't expect to see the white and blue flowers sticking out in the corner.
Lin Yi had attended many auctions with Song Huaiqing in his life, so naturally he had some vision.
Putting the newspaper down, she walked towards the pile of junk.
He carefully moved away the various broken and worn bottles and jars.
There was a blue and white porcelain jar underneath.
At first glance, Lin Yiwan knew that this was a wealthy director, but she couldn't judge his specific value.
Lin Yiwan carefully picked up the blue and white porcelain and was about to look at the pattern on it when Lin Yirou's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Sister, why are you here?"
Lin Yiwan: ...
I didn't expect her to come here at this time. I almost dropped the porcelain in my hand.
Soon she calmed down.
The things in the scrap yard belong to whoever buys them first. Why should you be so conceited?
With a smile on her lips, she greeted him gently, "Is that Yirou? I came here to see if there is anything I can use. I want to buy something and take it to the countryside."
I can't break up with her for now. How can I give her a surprise if I break up with her?
Song Huaiqing looked at Lin Yiwan standing in the waste pile and couldn't help but frowning.
"Wanwan, I asked, there are subsidies for going to the countryside, you don't need to bring these things."
Hearing this, Lin Yiwan smiled helplessly.
"Two pieces may seem like a lot, but the days are long, so I have to be frugal."
Seeing her look different from her usual delicate appearance, Song Huaiqing couldn't help but feel a touch of pity in his heart.
"Don't be silly, you still have me, how can I watch you suffer in the countryside?"
Lin Yiwan: ...
Fortunately, she hadn't eaten yet, otherwise she would have vomited on the spot.
How on earth could he say such hypocritical words without changing his expression?
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