Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

"Also, don't disgust me. I can't bear to have a hypocritical and disgusting sister like you."

Not to mention face, I won’t even give you the inside.

If Xiaodao hadn't repeatedly warned me that as a time traveler I couldn't get to know the hero and heroine of the original book myself, I would have killed these two foreign flatterers as soon as I met them.

Why would he stay until now and jump around in front of her and disgust her?

"you……"

"We are here. The bullock cart will pick you up here at 3:30 pm. If you miss that time, you will have to find a way to get back."

Uncle Ma’s full of energy overshadows Li Lingzhong, who wants to “fight” for his sweetheart, Yang Qingdai.

Li Lingzhong could only shut up. The violent and crazy woman Qu Dongdong was still standing by, glaring at the two of them, ready to use her fists if they disagreed.

Fighting a woman would be unmanly of him.

He would never admit it even if he was beaten to death. He has never defeated Qu Dongdong since he was a child.

Qu Dongdong and a few others said "thank you for your hard work" to Uncle Ma and then went their separate ways.

Yang Qingdai handed another cigarette to Uncle Ma and glanced at the direction where Li Hongqing and the other person left.

Thanks to the two cigarettes, Yang Qingdai successfully asked Uncle Ma where the post office in the town was, where to find the alley, and also learned that there would be a market in the town today.

To go to the market, one had to pass by the post office. Uncle Ma happened to be going there too, and he took Yang Qingdai with him.

For the sake of two cigarettes, Uncle Ma helped her load the mail from Guangzhou onto the ox cart. No one else had received such treatment.

I secretly stuffed a few White Rabbit cigarettes into the lady at the post office counter and asked for two pieces of clean white paper. While Uncle Ma was bending over to move things, I took out more than 20 damp cigarettes collected from the last days from the space, wrapped them in white paper, and stuffed them into Uncle Ma's pocket.

"Uncle, I'm just strolling around. Could you please keep an eye on my package for me?"

Without waiting for Uncle Ma's answer, he rushed to the nearby market with the bamboo basket on his back and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey hey hey~~"

Uncle Ma shook his head, reached into his pocket to take out the cigarettes he had been given in the morning, but took out a large white paper package and opened it to take a look.

My hands were shaking so much that I almost dropped the cigarette on the ground. I hurriedly wrapped it up and put it in my inner pocket.

"This young educated youth Yang is quite interesting."

Uncle Ma and his family live next to the cowshed next to the green mountain, and have been responsible for looking after the village's working oxen.

It is said that the captain's father would call him "Uncle" whenever he saw him.

No one in the village or outside dared to disturb Uncle Ma's family, and no one dared to cause trouble for those who were sent to the cowshed.

No one knows Uncle Ma’s true origins, not even their team leader.

Yang Qingdai knew about the cheating tool Xiaodao.

According to the description, Uncle Ma should be the last generation of gravekeepers, but it is not clear whose grave he is guarding.

Xiaodao couldn't explain it clearly, but he only knew that Qingshan was formerly called Qinglong Mountain, and that it contained a large number of rare treasures.

The heroine of the original book found the treasure and somehow managed to ship it overseas. She used her connections to obtain foreign citizenship and left on a cruise ship in broad daylight.

Yang Qingdai, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, looked around with the crowd, feeling extremely curious.

This was the first market she had seen in her two lifetimes.

There are many people in the market and the goods are also varied.

People put up for sale home-grown vegetables and fruits, paint-chipped marching canteens, thousand-layer shoe soles, hand-sewn small handbags, embroidered purses, and even patched children's clothes.

It is called a market, but it is more like a flea market in later times.

Yang Qingdai stopped in front of the second-hand books stall. The old man running the stall didn't bother to greet her and just smoked welding cigarettes.

After picking through a dozen or so ancient books in traditional Chinese vertical format in 80% to 90% good condition, I couldn't find any high school textbooks. "Uncle, how do you count these?"

The old man raised his eyelids and said, "I won't sell it for money, I'll only exchange it for food. I only want five catties of refined food, and eight, no, ten catties of coarse food."

Few people buy books these days, so I don't expect to exchange them for food if I bring the books to the market today.

I have no choice but to try my luck again and again as I have to wait for the rice to cook at home.

Yang Qingdai readily took out a bag of rice from the bamboo basket (space), "Uncle, give me a bag to put it in."

"Really give us food?" The old man couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Yang Qingdai even opened the bag to show him, "fine grain."

It was also the bulk rice she collected in the last days.

"Or, do you want roughage?"

"Two catties of fine grains and six catties of coarse grains."

The old man opened two bags of grain with trembling hands and packed the fine grains and coarse grains separately.

"Okay~" Yang Qingdai imitated the local accent and found it quite fun.

By putting the exchanged books into the bamboo basket, they are directly stored into the space.

"Uncle, if you have any books in better condition, bring them with you, I will buy them."

A set of books that can be bought for just a few cents nowadays would cost tens of thousands of dollars in later generations, or even be priceless.

The old man looked around like he was meeting an underground party member. He looked around to see if there was anyone around and whispered to Yang Qingdai, "Little girl, I still have a lot of good things at home. Can I exchange them for some more food, meat, and vegetables?"

He seemed to have just caught a glimpse of meat, vegetables and fruits in the girl's bamboo basket. The little grandson at home had been suffering from poor nutrition for a long time, and the barefoot doctor said that the child was malnourished and needed supplements.

There was no news from his son and daughter-in-law, and he and his wife were poorer than their faces. The work points they earned were not enough to make a living, let alone have any extra money to provide nutritional supplements for their grandson.

He had no choice but to take out the dozen or so ancient books that he had secretly hidden in exchange for some food.

It would be better if you could change to something more nutritious.

Yang Qingdai's eyes lit up. Why not?

She has plenty of space for meat and vegetables.

"Uncle, are you in a hurry? If not, leave me your address and I'll come back to you in ten days."

We will have to take a ox cart back later, so some things should be kept hidden from others.

She already had too many things on the ox cart. No matter how much more stuff she carried, or how many cigarettes she was given, Uncle Ma would not let her get on.

The old man quickly wrote down the address for her, "Here, little girl."

He put the note in his pocket and generously took out a small piece of pig's head and gave it to the old man.

The old man was so moved that his eyes were almost filled with tears, and he kept muttering to himself: I really met a great kind person.

After the soul was reborn, it turned out that the golden fingers were used, and the luck was extremely good.

Carefully holding a pale green chrysanthemum-petal porcelain plate and confirming the official kiln seal underneath was correct, Yang Qingdai's mouth was watering.

When she was working part-time as an appraiser at an auction house, she saw a similar plate, one with a starting price of 300 million!!!

A complete set of enamel porcelain plates and scattered wine vessels can all be packed into one big unity.

Yang Qingdai squatted in front of the stall and touched everything one by one, her hands and feet shaking with excitement.

Oh my god, they are all genuine.

In the past, people would scramble to collect antiques worth hundreds of millions or even millions of dollars, but now they are laid out on the ground like cabbages for anyone to pick and choose.

“How much do these cost?”

"All?" The stall owner, a young man in his twenties, frowned as he looked at Yang Qingdai who was asking the price.

This young comrade looks different from all these peasants. She is a delicate and lovely girl, and it is obvious that she has no shortage of food and money.

His porcelains are very delicate and beautiful, but also easy to break. Even now, people only look at them but no one buys them at his stall.

She wants all the money with one finger. No matter how much money you have, you can't spend it, right? Aren't you afraid of getting your legs broken when you get home?

"Yes, I want them all."

The young man spread out his five fingers and swallowed nervously: "Fifty dollars?"