An Moxue put the letter in the box, waved her hand to collect the entire box into her spatial storage, went into the courtyard, and returned to her bedroom to examine it more closely.
Go outside, and the stone door returns to its place. Reach the ground, close the entrance, and restore the bookshelves. Put away the searchlight, open the curtains, and go outside.
Returning to the bedroom, I drew the curtains and entered the space.
Upon entering the courtyard, she took out a booklet from a small box. There were a total of one hundred boxes. Boxes one through thirty contained books, all of which were rare and famous works. Boxes thirty-one through forty contained calligraphy and paintings, some of which An Moxue knew and some she did not. They were all packed in camphor wood boxes, each wrapped in oil paper. She only looked at the catalog and did not open the oil paper. Boxes forty-one through forty-five contained raw stones, all of which were of the highest quality: rubies, sapphires, bloodstone, jadeite, white jade, and Hetian jade. Boxes fifty-one through sixty contained porcelain, including bowls, plates, cups, saucers, pots, and bottles. The remaining boxes contained thirty large yellow croakers, seven small yellow croakers, one box of gold melon seeds, one box of jade jewelry, and one box of gold jewelry.
My goodness! It blinded An Moxue.
I felt so regretful that I died before I could spend all my money. But I'm making up for it here.
No, calm down. Calm down.
She covered all the boxes and put them in the basement. She took out the letter that An Moxue's parents had left for her, read it over and over again, and pondered it deeply before leaving the space and returning to her bedroom.
If everything is true, then we must pay attention to the details. We must cook every day we're home, and the amount of rice, flour, and cooking oil must be used as before; even if we don't eat it, we must store it away in our storage space.
You need to be more careful with your space. After graduating from high school, you're at the age where you can get married. It's possible that they'll use this as an excuse to get close to you.
I need to go into the space to see if my ancestors left any self-defense skills. I absolutely have to learn these. Even my parents, who were so powerful, were killed. What chance do I, a mere newbie, have? Although my father taught me some things, I only have the memories, not the skills.
I need to start my basic physical training tomorrow.
Another thing is to go out and explore, and learn more about the rules of this world.
Many place names and leaders' names in this world are different from before. Is it a parallel world? Our ancestors didn't explain clearly before sending us here.
Furthermore, the house needs to be thoroughly inspected so that no outsiders have been there without the person knowing.
You need to prepare some effective yet inconspicuous self-defense weapons.
The space contains pepper spray, a stun gun, a stun baton, and a gun, but the stun baton can only be used in sparsely populated and secluded places, and the gun cannot be used.
Try to avoid going to remote places.
The original owner's father mentioned in his letter that if something happened, they would have to retreat to the ancestral home of the mother. Isn't that a rural area? And it's in the north.
This morning was so thrilling! Even someone like me, who grew up in peacetime, is having a hard time accepting it!
My stomach rumbled, and when I looked at my watch, it was already past midnight. Time to cook.
Pay attention to details, starting now. Cook.
The first meal after moving should be a warm meal.
What should we make? Take out the flour bag and scoop out two bowls of noodles, and scoop out a piece of meat from the oil jar.
It must be admitted that people in this period were full of wisdom. For example, meat would easily spoil in the summer if it was fried for a day, but if you fried the meat together with the oil and put it in the oil jar, it could last until the following summer without spoiling. But the premise is that you have enough oil to cover the meat. This jar of lard must weigh more than ten pounds, and there is still a lot of meat in it.
Make a fried pancake, stew green beans with meat, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and seaweed and egg soup—that's it!
After bringing the food to the table, I needed to add a drink, so I took out a glass of orange juice from my spatial storage and poured it into my teacup.
I raised my glass and took a sip—it felt great! I was very careful during my stay in the family compound, afraid of being discovered. One reason was that my personality was different from the original owner's, and another was that people's awareness was generally higher at this time. They would suspect you of being a spy if there was even the slightest difference. So never underestimate the power of the masses.
Although the illness has been cured, the original owner's body is still very weak due to not eating or drinking for the past few days and the worry that caused her illness.
After eating and drinking my fill, I cleaned up the dishes and went back to bed for a nap.
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When An Moxue woke up, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. She got up, drank some honey water, went to the toilet, and then started working.
Starting from the main gate, the door bolt is an old-fashioned brass bolt. I used to only remember bolting the door when I occasionally came back to stay. I seem to recall there was also a doorstop. After checking carefully, I found a groove on each side of the wall. A wooden stick could be taken out and placed on the door, which fit perfectly. I held it in my hand and felt it was probably made of catalpa wood.
The back wing was filled with miscellaneous items, coal, and matches. After checking several rooms, nothing was found. Some leaves were picked from the yard, and two leaves were clipped to each door and window. The same was done to the east and west wing rooms.
Back in the living room, she sat on a stool and carefully recalled the original owner's memories, especially those about the house.
The house was passed down from my ancestors, but it is not the ancestral home.
Both bedrooms have dark rooms, which my father changed after the situation became tense. Originally, the north walls both had windows.
The windows were sealed off, and a dark room and a heated wall were built, with the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) connected to the heated wall.
The heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and firewalls effectively concealed the dark room. The west wing also contained a cellar, which had been there since ancient times and was used to store grains and winter vegetables.
If it's not your own memory, you have to go through it again after using it.
I went to my parents' room and checked again, but found nothing else.
The darkroom was opened, revealing rows and rows of small boxes, all made of elm wood. They were all taken out and opened; each one was wrapped in oiled paper, and inside were books, which were first stored in the spatial storage.
Check the windows and clip the leaves on them.
Returning to his room, he opened the same boxes as those in his parents' room's darkroom and stored them all in his spatial storage.
Upon arriving at the west wing, one finds a few pieces of old furniture casually placed inside. Moving one of them reveals the entrance to the cellar—a wooden plank door. Opening it reveals a wooden ladder underneath.
Go down the ladder, and you'll find a cellar about six or seven square meters in size. The four walls are made of stone, and the floor is made of fine sand, which has been carefully sifted. This sand is suitable for burying radishes, peppers, and eggplants.
Two walls were lined with shelves, on which were placed the following items: 200 jin of rice, 200 jin of wheat flour, 50 jin of millet, 300 jin of cornmeal, 50 jin of sorghum, 10 jin of red dates, 10 jin of brown sugar, a jar of salted goose eggs, duck eggs, and chicken eggs, two jars of 40-50 jin of lard, three preserved pheasants, five preserved rabbits, six salted fish, two or three jin of dried radish, and more than ten jin of dried sweet potato.
An Moxue kept only a jar of lard, sorghum rice, dried radish, and dried sweet potato; she put everything else into her spatial storage room.
She also discovered that the rice and flour now were different from those in her space. The rice and flour now were coarser, with rice stalks, rice grains, and small sand in the rice. The flour was milky yellow, not as white, and the cornmeal was also coarse and not fine. The sorghum grains were also small and red.
I didn't cook much in the past few days and just ate what I had online. I only boiled some water, so I didn't pay much attention.
Return to the ground level and restore the cellar entrance to its original state, and add leaves to the windows and doors of the west wing as well.
After looking around the yard wall again, I decided that the traps and animal snares didn't need to be moved, but it would be necessary to install barbs in some places.
We don't have the materials at home, so we'll have to go out and look around before deciding. That's all we can do for now.
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