The system jumped to me

Chen You and Liu Xiaojuan reached an agreement and agreed to conduct the transaction at a remote warehouse in the garment factory at three o'clock tomorrow morning.

Chen You returned home excitedly. It was already past lunchtime and no one in the family was back yet, so she didn't have to cook, which saved her a lot of trouble.

Chen You took out steamed buns and melon beans from his own space (with homemade sauce, my grandmother’s secret recipe, the steamed buns are super delicious), ate them and drank a cup of hot water, feeling refreshed.

After the food and drink problems were solved, Chen You returned to the small house where the four sisters lived. There was a big bed for four people to sleep on horizontally, and Chen You slept on the outermost side.

I took out my digital watch, set an alarm for an hour and a half (the alarm on a digital watch beeps, not very loud), and lay down to take a rest.

After a dreamless sleep, Chen You stretched and got up, thinking that his sleep quality was as good as always.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was in high spirits, he closed the doors and windows. With a series of creaking sounds, Chen You finally closed the rotten doors and windows. Oh my god! I was really impressed. This house was really old and shabby.

His consciousness sank into the space and he began to count his supplies. Because of the previous experiments, Chen You had already tested the longest time limit that he could enter the space, which was a maximum of three hours a day. Once exceeded, he would feel very tired and have a splitting headache. Chen You guessed that this should be related to the size of his mental strength.

Because Chen You had been studying in another city before, and that city was a very developed tourist city with high prices, she usually just worked part-time at school.

Because she had no money, she didn't go out much. She was not familiar with the local environment and things, and with a tight schedule, the overall price of the things she bought was not very cost-effective. She could only buy things that had a long shelf life and that she liked to eat.

(Of course, a bigger part of the reason is that I, the author, don’t have that much life experience and I’m a lazy guy)

Looking at the various supplies in the space, Chen You felt even more secure. Great, these are the foundation for her to survive in this era!

I bought a lot of staple foods, but they were too white and too fine to be taken out. But there was no other way. If I didn't save some money now to exchange for things of this era, it would be more troublesome if I was exposed after living in that place for a while. So I had to take the risk now, exchange enough things for my own use, and then quickly stop and run away. The things here must never see the light of day.

According to the sister's needs, Chen You picked out 50 kilograms each of white flour, rice, millet, corn flour, and sorghum flour, weighed them with an electronic scale, and packed them in cloth bags bought while shopping today, with 25 kilograms in each bag.

Fortunately, consciousness can control everything in this space, otherwise she would have been exhausted to death.

When it gets dark, I will go to the scrap yard and ask Uncle Li to borrow the flatbed cart he usually uses to transport scrap.

The most important thing now was to light a fire and cook. The whole family would be back soon. If she didn't have dinner on time, she would be scolded. Although she would not lose a piece of meat, she was afraid that she could not control herself and would leak the stuffing.

Looking at the earthen stove in front of him, Chen You suddenly thought of the earthen pot in his hometown. He was worried about today's cooking, but suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief. It was the same principle, and there would be no problem with this meal.

According to the original owner's memory of cooking, he put less rice and more water, boiled a big pot of soup, and steamed 8 steamed buns (two for the two adults and one for each of the children). He then took a few large pieces of pickled cabbage from the pickle jar, cut them into shreds, and put them in a bowl, and the meal was ready.

Looking at the food on the table, Chen You let out a long sigh. It would be a miracle if he could have enough to eat. This was still considered good. It was just the beginning of June and the family could still have rice. By the end of the month, they could only have throat-rough soup with bran, half a steamed bun for each meal, and only pickles that were so salty that they were deadly.

While no one had returned yet, Chen You took out his own corn steamed bread (coarse flour, corn flour that had only been processed once or twice), drank the bowl of clear soup in one gulp, and then scooped out three large pieces of pickled vegetables from the pickle jar and put them in the space.

Although there was plenty of food in her space, since she had contributed to this meal, she couldn't be left out. Besides, these were all food, and the space could preserve them infinitely, so she would definitely have a chance to eat them in the future.