Oh, and we could also learn about shipbuilding. After all, Shengang Village is located by the sea and is quite different from ordinary rural villages. If the villagers could build some small boats under her guidance, they would definitely welcome her return even more.
The next time she goes to the countryside, she will go to Song Ziqing's hometown. The villagers there are like distant relatives. If she can use her status as an educated youth to help the local villages and towns get rich, her rural life may become more exciting.
After Song Ziqing finished inspecting the twenty or so boxes, he touched each one with both hands. The large boxes seemed to disappear one by one as if they had never been there.
However, judging from the marks left by the large boxes on the floor, Song Ziqing knew that all of this was real.
She quickly found a broom in the corner of the dark kiln and haphazardly swept up the traces on the ground, making it difficult for anyone who came to find out how many boxes she had taken.
After cleaning up and finding that not many traces were left, Song Ziqing slowly returned to the ground.
It was already three or four in the afternoon. Feeling that there was still plenty of time, she went back to her parents' bedroom, found her mother's old makeup products, and carefully applied makeup to herself to look like a middle-aged woman. She then found a set of her father's old clothes, put them on, and found that she looked completely颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, or dejection).
Looking in the mirror, Song Ziqing now appeared as a rather androgynous middle-aged woman, her original features completely unrecognizable.
Finding herself no longer conspicuous, she retrieved a bamboo basket from the storage room, filled with radishes, lettuce, cabbage, and other vegetables grown in the backyard.
Before leaving the house, she found a piece of coarse cloth in the kitchen and covered the vegetables with it, making it impossible to tell what was inside and making it easier for her to tamper with the contents of the ring.
After Lin Chengyu hid in the locust tree for half a day, he was surprised to find that Song Ziqing had changed completely when she came out again. He realized that she had become smarter this time.
Moreover, her makeup skills were truly superb, transforming her from a beautiful young girl into an unremarkable middle-aged woman. If he hadn't been keeping a close watch on her and had seen her from elsewhere, he definitely wouldn't have recognized her as Song Ziqing.
After leaving the courtyard, Song Ziqing looked around at the surrounding area and noticed several large locust trees near the gate. Their leaves were so dense that if someone were hiding inside, they might not be found.
Thinking about this, she felt a surge of unease, as if a pair of eyes were watching her from the tree.
This can be considered a woman's sixth sense.
She couldn't climb trees, nor did she dare to. She just stood under the tree and looked up at the lush green leaves for a long time, but couldn't find anything unusual.
She gave up checking. At this point, she couldn't care less about these wild thoughts. After all, she hadn't done anything too bad; she had only stolen Wang Dagang's opportunity, which was passed down from the Song family ancestors.
She felt no guilt whatsoever about it, and even thought she had indirectly done a good deed.
The previous owner knew that in his previous life, Wang Dagang and a group of people in Shanghai had been helping the Japanese to plunder ancient Chinese antiques, causing many rare antiques to be stolen by those people from the Japanese.
Just thinking about it made Song Ziqing feel like he had done a great thing.
Wang Dagang cleverly hid a lot of gold and silver jewelry in the ring's space, making the Wang family's standard of living far exceed that of other families of the same era.
When the original owner was locked up at home, she did most of her time sleeping and reading. When she had nothing to do, she read all the books in the Wang family's collection that were just for decoration.
Having acquired the original owner's memories, Song Ziqing also discovered that there were many book-related memories in her mind, as if the contents of these books were imprinted on her mind.
However, these books are mostly "red" books, collections of leaders' poems, historical books, and some literary works, which are of little use to Song Ziqing at present.
At this moment, the most important thing is to hurry to the black market to purchase various supplies and buy a few livestock to put into the ring space. She wants to know if other living things can be put into the ring space besides her being able to enter and exit normally.
With his mind constantly focused on work, Song Ziqing quickened his pace as he headed towards the black market closest to his home.
It took her more than twenty minutes to find the location of the black market: a dilapidated courtyard with two people standing at the entrance, looking around. She pretended to be timid and went up to ask, "Young man, is it possible to buy and sell things here?"
"Are you buying or selling something?" one of the short men asked impatiently.
"I'm here to buy things. My son is going to the countryside, so I need to buy him some things he'll need."
As he spoke, Song Ziqing put all the vegetables in the basket into his ring space, leaving only a lettuce still inside.
The short man asked smugly, "It seems your family is doing well. But it's a pity that your son has been sent to the countryside; it will be difficult for him to come back later. We have plenty of things here that are suitable for taking to the countryside. You should really buy more for your son so he can suffer less."
"No, there's no way around it, we have too many family members, there's no room left in the house."
"Alright, give me a dime, and you can go in whenever you want. But be careful when you're making the deal, and observe how others do it."
The short woman felt good about herself and had a conscience. Seeing the middle-aged woman looking pitiful and unsophisticated, she unexpectedly felt a sense of superiority.
After bowing slightly to thank the dwarf, Song Ziqing slowly walked into the courtyard.
As soon as she walked in, she thought she would see what was described in novels: people communicating with their fingers instead of speaking.
But they found that these people seemed to be living a peaceful life, openly displaying their belongings on the ground and letting everyone buy and sell them as if it were a normal market day.
Seeing this, Song Ziqing was amused, and like a little mouse sneaking into a rice jar, he looked at each stall one by one.
She bought a pound or two of each kind of grain, a pound of pork, and actually found a fellow villager who sold live chickens. She grabbed two live chickens directly.
After that, Song Ziqing noticed that more people were paying attention to her, so she didn't dare to continue. Carrying her large basket, she went straight out of the courtyard and ran towards the street as if she were being chased by a dog.
Once she stepped out of the alley and into the crowd, she slowed her pace, trying to return to normal, neither too fast nor too slow.
It was already six or seven o'clock when I got home.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, she put both live chickens into the open space in the backyard of the ring space.
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