Zhao Shanhe woke up from his dream. It was already dawn outside. He vaguely remembered that he met the culprit who made him travel through time in his dream, and the other party seemed to have given him something.

I felt my body change slightly. I lifted the quilt and saw a flying monkey. This was a huge change. Could it be that I was not dreaming?

I hurriedly got up from the kang, put on my shoes, and went to the only mirror in the house to lift my clothes. I didn't know when a five-clawed golden dragon was painted on the position of my heart. Who harmed me? If someone saw me, I would be either a remnant of the previous dynasty or someone with the surname Aixinjueluo.

Fortunately, as soon as the thought came to his mind, the five-clawed golden dragon disappeared. Fortunately, it turned out that it could be hidden.

Remembering that the purple-haired guy had given him a button, he ran back to the kang and searched for it over and over again for a long time but couldn't find it. Could it be that this thing could also be hidden?

I searched my body carefully and finally saw a ring-shaped mark on the palm of my right hand. If you really can't imagine it, you can refer to Android No. 20.

The moment Zhao Shanhe saw the mark, he knew how to use it as if the memory had been instilled into him. It turned out that this was an extremely small world that could be entered with the physical body.

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he disappeared from the house. What appeared in front of him was endless black land with a few bare hills in the distance. A broad river was rushing between the land and the hills. The source of the river descended from the sky and flowed to the distant sea. This scene reminded him of a poem: The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never comes back.

There was a stone tablet in the center of the land. Zhao Shanhe walked over and read the words on the tablet. Only then did he realize that the creation of this small world was a gift from countless universes. He also knew what 9527 had paid to compensate him.

In the universe, black hole collisions are one of the most shocking astronomical events.

Only after the two black holes merge successfully will there be a one in a billion chance of creating a small world. The specific reason is the distortion of space-time, time, and space, plus the mutation of dimensions. This also allows the speed of time flow in this small world to be adjusted to 10 times that of the outside world, and Zhao Shanhe, who owns this small world, is not affected by the speed of time flow.

Although there are no spiritual springs or spiritual fruits, and this is not a fantasy novel, the four seasons here are like spring. Long-term consumption of certain products from the small world will still slowly improve one's physical fitness. As for what level it will eventually reach, the stone tablet does not explain. After all, we have to believe in science.

Zhao Shanhe couldn't be more satisfied. This small world could be said to be a "magic tool" for time travel. Hundreds of acres of black soil could be used to grow various crops, fruit trees could be planted on the hills in the distance, and pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese could be raised under the fruit trees. Finally, a fish pond could be built by the river. Ten times the flow rate meant that there would be more fish than could be eaten in the future.

But the first thing he had to do was to build himself a small house here. With such a warm place, who would want to stay in the back room that was like an ice cellar? It was easy to deal with the lack of materials. Today was Sunday, and he had a day to work on it.

An idea came to his mind, so he poked the stove, boiled some hot water in a tin kettle to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then made a bowl of cornmeal porridge and ate a bite. He hated the person who invented cornmeal. It was too hoarse and tasted like sugarcane crumbs. It was terrible.

Although he has traveled through time for so many years, there are still two things in the old city of Sijiu that he is not used to eating. One is cornmeal, and the other is soy milk. The latter is even more horrible. When he drinks it, it tastes like pot washing water mixed with something sour and smelly. He really doesn't understand why some people like to drink this.

All the valuables in the house were taken out, including my father's pension of 800 yuan, plus the savings from the past, a total of more than 1100 yuan, a number of food coupons, cigarette coupons, cloth coupons, wine coupons and other tickets, as well as household registration books, food coupons, and non-staple food books. Finally, they took out a martyr's certificate that was like a certificate of honor (martyr certificates at that time were all folding certificate type, with name, native place, time and place of sacrifice written on them. Some of the martyr certificates for the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea also had the burial place of the heroes written on them. They were only replaced with small red books later).

A space where time stands still was set up next to the black soil of the small world where a house was to be built, so that things put inside would not be damaged or stolen. Yi Zhonghai borrowed the name of an uncle and did not allow people in the yard to lock the door, and he shouted slogans smoothly.

"Whoever locks the door doesn't want our courtyard to be called an advanced courtyard. He is a cancer in the courtyard. Such a person must be driven out. We don't want people who are not united in our courtyard."

He had a quick brain, but he didn't use it in the right place. He knew that an old lady stayed at home every day, so even if something was stolen, it wouldn't be his house. However, those who were left alone at home often suffered from it.

Although Banggeng was still small, Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhang were both thieves who would never leave empty-handed. Many residents in the yard were short of garlic today, onion tomorrow, and even needles and thread were lost.

Everyone knew who took it, but on the one hand, Jia Zhang was a tough person and would make a fuss even if it was unreasonable. Secondly, Jia Dongxu was Yi Zhonghai's disciple, so he had to give face to the Buddha. In the end, they thought that it was not a valuable thing, so they just made a big deal out of a small matter.

After putting away the valuables, Zhao Shanhe pushed the door and walked out. Although he only had one day today, he still had a lot of things he wanted to do, so he unlocked the car and pushed it out.

Maybe it was still early and it was Sunday, the backyard was quiet. The only thing he saw was Second Aunt cooking breakfast on the stove outside. When Zhao Shanhe saw her, he greeted her.

"Good morning, Auntie. Are you cooking?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't want to comment too much on the Second Aunt. If he said she was a good person, Guangtian and Guangfu would definitely disagree. If he said she was a bad person, she really had never done anything bad. In the end, he concluded that she was a woman who followed her husband wherever he went. She listened to Liu Haizhong all her life and had no opinions of her own.

When the other party saw Zhao Shanhe greeting her, she also responded with a smile.

"Shanhe is leaving so early? Is he going to the countryside to do some shopping? Have you eaten yet?"

Look, this is how the old Sijiucheng people greet each other in the morning. They just ask if you have eaten. They will never add a sentence like "If you haven't eaten, come in and eat together" (except for those who are very close to you).

The food rations are all rationed. If you are given a bite to eat, his family will have one less bite. No one wants to feel hungry.

Zhao Shanhe also replied with a smile.

"I've eaten at home. Tomorrow is the beginning of the month, so I have to go to the countryside more often. It's too difficult to buy things at this time of year. A newcomer like me can only go far away to see what's available."

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