Zhao Wanjun looked at the densely packed hot weapons on the light screen in front of her and almost knelt down in front of her sister.
She even has planes and tanks. Could she be an arms tycoon?
Looking at the mountains of gold, silver and jewelry in her space, Zhao Wanjun put them all into the trading box and directly selected more than a dozen submachine guns, automatic rifles, five sniper rifles, and more than a dozen pistols. The rest were all used to trade for bullets, explosives and grenades.
Zhao Wanjun looked embarrassedly at Gu Zuozuo, who was still supporting his chin and looking at something across from her, and her face blushed slightly.
"Well, I've made my selection. Take a look and see if these things are worth enough. If not, I'll find more for you!"
A smile flashed in Gu Zuozuo's eyes. Is this girl a little silly?
As for the jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings she traded for herself, not to mention their own value.
The value of the three-sided embroidered screen with the pattern of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix alone is equal to the value of the firearms she chose.
Not to mention, the things here are the best of the best, and each one is a unique item that can only be found in the imperial palace.
"You can choose more. You also traveled through time, so you should know that the things you traded to me will definitely be worth more than this in a dozen years. Feel free to take them."
As he spoke, he took out a few things he had signed in and traded them.
"These are gifts from me as a fellow villager. I hope you can live well in that world."
As Zhao Wanjun watched, she suddenly began to cry, and even her voice choked.
"Thank you, I will!"
After turning off the light screen, Gu Zuozuo rubbed his forehead as he looked at the things that were almost piled up into a mountain in the space.
After the reform and opening up, she must build a museum bigger than the Eagle Country Museum, as her space is almost running out of space.
"Tong, I think you might have sent me to the wrong place. I should have gone to Zhao Wanjun's world. Zhao Wanjun wanted to be a civil servant, so she should have come to this world."
The system is speechless.
It feels so helpless to have a host that is obsessed with fighting and thinks about fighting all the time.
[Forget it, it's pointless. Their trading systems all have tasks that bind them to their hosts. For someone like you who loves freedom and is uninhibited, it's pointless for you to go.]
It has a hunch that if it is really bound to other systems, its host will definitely dismantle those systems directly.
Gu Zuozuo played with the imperial seal in his hand for a long time before he sighed with regret.
“What a pity…”
System... It's not a pity, it's not a pity. As long as it's gold, it will shine wherever it goes!
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Time is like the changed heart of a scumbag or a scumbag. No matter how you try to keep it, it will leave without looking back.
In the blink of an eye, it was already 1975.
In recent years, Malutun has become extremely prosperous. It has become a village that people from all around are vying to marry into. Even the second-rate people who were once hated by everyone have people coming to propose marriage.
A few years ago, the village suddenly had a bumper harvest. One acre of land yielded more than 2,000 kilograms of wheat. It shocked the whole country at the time. Newspapers and radio stations reported the bumper harvest somewhere every day.
Later, an evil trend even arose. The weights reported by each production team became more and more outrageous, and there were even reports of 10,000 kilograms per acre.
It was not until a village member starved to death and the matter became a big deal that the higher-ups discovered the unhealthy practice of falsely reporting weights and corrected it in time, thus preventing greater losses.
It was false that other production teams could produce thousands or tens of thousands of kilograms per mu of land, but it was true that Malutun could produce more than two thousand kilograms per mu of land.
For this reason, the higher-ups specially sent agricultural leaders to investigate the issue. After studying it for a long time, they concluded that it was a seed problem.
But the seeds are the same wheat seeds left in the village every year, and there is no difference.
In desperation, the agricultural tycoon had to carry hundreds of kilograms of new seeds back to the research institute.
Every year thereafter, the only 10,000 mu of land in Malutun seemed to be gaining popularity.
First there was a bumper harvest of wheat, then corn, later rice, and then coarse grains like sweet potatoes, potatoes, and peanuts.
As time went on, not to mention others, even the people in the National Abnormal Affairs Bureau began to get confused and vaguely guessed that it might be related to Gu Zuozuo.
I originally suspected that she was cheating by using her wood-type ability.
After asking several times, the annoyed Gu Zuozuo threw tens of thousands of kilograms of various high-yield new varieties at them, and they finally realized where the problem lay.
It only took two years to get the latest improved varieties.
In 1974, when agricultural professors were working themselves to the bone and losing their hair, and their dark circles under their eyes were so thick that their eyeballs were invisible, a new improved variety was finally discovered and began to be trial-planted on a large scale across the country.
Amidst everyone's expectations, heartache, and suspicion, the country had a bumper grain harvest the following year and the whole nation celebrated.
Many farmers knelt on the ground and cried loudly. They finally didn't have to go hungry, and their children at home could have enough to eat. They no longer had to stand with their necks stretched out and their stomachs bulging with hunger, looking pale and skinny.
The bitter expressions on everyone's faces began to fade, and all their strength was put into the fields. The scene of a good harvest every year was the best comfort to them.
*
Today, Malutun is no longer as dilapidated and backward as it once was.
Except for a few families, almost everyone lived in a clean and bright blue brick house, and everyone had a bicycle.
Even some of the educated youth at the youth training center moved out, including Meng Tian and Qi Meng. They applied for a piece of land next to the health station and built a three-room brick house.
Apart from the villagers who worked in the glass factory, the rest of the villagers were also busy. They enclosed a large area of land at the foot of the mountain and started raising pigs and chickens, which were then sold to the glass factory slaughterhouse, increasing their income.
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