Recalling the location of the rooms in the original owner's memory, Yan Guopu and Bai Min lived in the master bedroom, Yan Chen lived in the second bedroom, and the original owner lived in the smallest room which was converted from a utility room.
Originally, she lived in the second bedroom. Later, after the couple's biological son was born, Bai Min found ways to get Yan's father to agree to let the original owner move to the smallest room, and the second bedroom was given to Yan Chen.
The other room was Yan Guopu's study, which was always locked as far as I could remember.
Apart from that there is a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen.
After determining the location, Yan Ning went to lock the door first.
Then walked towards the kitchen.
Raise your hand, turn the lock...the door is locked.
It's okay, just a small problem.
I moved my right foot and raised my leg...
My body is shaking and I feel weak.
I forgot that this was not my original body. This body had not had any food or drink for two days.
Now I feel weak all over and have no strength.
Yan Ning put his foot down, thought for a moment, then turned back to his room.
After closing the door, I entered the space.
I came to the stream and observed it.
Only then did I realize that the direction in which the stream flowed had no end in sight, but the source of the stream was at the foot of the mountain.
Yan Ning followed the stream to the foot of the mountain and found that the stream was flowing out from a pile of cracks in the rocks.
And there is a stalactite in the crevice of the rock, dripping milky white...spiritual milk?
Below the spiritual milk is a deep groove-shaped stone, with its bottom standing in the stream. More than half of the spiritual milk has accumulated in the groove.
Yan Ning was very excited. Could this be the magical elixir described in the novels, where drinking this spiritual milk could save one's life, even if only one breath remained...
Uh... that's an exaggeration.
I don’t know if I can save my life, but it should be possible to improve my physical condition and increase my strength.
With a thought, he took out a cup and a spoon from the kitchen of the cabin.
I scooped two spoonfuls of spiritual milk into the cup. There was quite a lot of spiritual milk, so I didn't have to worry about it.
After drinking the spiritual milk in the cup in one gulp, he placed the cup and spoon on the stone next to the stalactite.
After waiting for a while, Yan Ning slowly felt a little hot in his lower abdomen, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his whole body felt warm.
I feel like all the pores in my body are absorbing the fresh air in the space.
After a while, Yan Ning regained his strength, felt refreshed all over, and the pain in his stomach disappeared.
She also felt that her thinking, vision, and hearing senses were sharper.
I could smell the foul odor coming from my body, and my skin was covered with a thick layer of black mud.
Yan Ning had an idea and went to the bathroom in the wooden house and took a refreshing bath.
After taking a shower, Yan Ning looked in the mirror.
You know what, the body feels different after drinking the spiritual milk.
Yan Ning is a pretty beauty, but her original skin was not very good, and her complexion was a little dark yellow. She was beautiful but not that bright.
Now after drinking the spiritual milk, my skin has become better and whiter, I feel more energetic, and I have a more elegant temperament.
I put on the clothes I brought from the bedroom on the second floor, which were also from the 1960s and 1970s, a light blue Dacron shirt and black straight pants.
Yan Ning walked out of the wooden house in a fresh outfit.
I went to the utility room where the toolbox was placed, picked out a suitable thin wire, and left the space.
Walk out of the room and come to the kitchen door.
Although my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, I'm still hungry.
He pushed the wire into the keyhole and fiddled with it for a few times.
With a "click", the door was opened.
Yes, the little tricks I learned when I went to the military camp with my grandfather as a child were not in vain.
Yan Ning put the tools into his trouser pocket and walked in.
A kitchen is larger than the original owner's room, about 25 square meters, and the dining table and chairs are also in the kitchen.
I searched through all the cabinets and found a piece of pork belly, five eggs, a handful of leeks, and some bok choy.
I scooped a bowl of rice from the rice jar, washed it, and put it into a small cooking pot, then cooked it on the gas stove.
I washed and set aside the vegetables and used a larger pot to make a simple braised pork and a leek and egg on another gas stove. I also fried some Chinese cabbage with the lard residue in the enamel bowl in the cupboard.
Yan Ning looked at the rather sumptuous meal he had prepared with his own hands, and felt a great sense of accomplishment.
After finishing the meal, my stomach finally felt full.
Clean up the kitchen and put the kitchen utensils back in their original state.
Leave the kitchen and close the door.
Take out the wire.
Lock.
Anyway, the door was locked and she didn't have the key. What did it have to do with her if something was missing from inside?
He returned to the room and found the pocket money that the original owner had saved in the iron box in the desk drawer.
Fifty-six dollars and eighty-five cents.
This money was the pocket money that Yan's father gave to the original owner every month before he remarried. He saved this much by spending the remaining money.
After Yan's father remarried, the original owner's living expenses and consumption were all paid for by his stepmother. She calculated clearly what to spend and how much to spend on each item, and never gave him a penny extra.
Yan Ning put all the money into the space.
She planned to go out for a walk and buy some seeds to plant in the space soil, and also get some chicks and ducklings to raise in the space farm.
After all, there is food in the space, so there is no need to panic.
Although she only has more than fifty yuan on her now.
But I thought about the compensation the newspaper paid to the original owner after his mother died in an accident.
The original owner was still young at that time and didn't know how much money he had. The passbook was always kept by Yan's father.
And the study room that Yan's father locked...
And their master bedroom...
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