chsdbacks Chapter 1 begins with a kidney being stabbed, and the space recognizing its master.
Chapter 1 begins with a kidney being stabbed, and the space recognizing its master.
Autumn 1958, outside Beijing.
"Am I...dead?"
Wang Feng slowly opened his eyes and subconsciously touched his waist.
"hiss!"
As soon as his hand reached for his kidneys, he winced in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, and a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into his mind.
Holy crap!
"Have I been transported to a world where birds fill a courtyard house?"
The original owner's name was also Wang Feng. He was a purchasing agent at a steel rolling mill, taking over his father's job, and lived in the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.
On his way back from purchasing goods in several villages near Qinjiazhuang, he was robbed. The robbers not only stole his 20-odd yuan in cash, but also the two chickens and some mountain produce he had bought.
"Damn it, what's wrong with these robbers? Do they all like stabbing people in the kidneys?"
"wrong."
"Holy crap, someone's trying to kill me!"
The original owner's father was also a purchasing agent. He was also killed by robbers while working in the countryside, and he was also stabbed in the kidney.
He had only been in charge for less than a month when he encountered robbers, and they were all intent on killing him. What a coincidence!
"Is the system online?"
"System?"
"space?"
hum.
As soon as Wang Feng finished speaking, he found himself in an unfamiliar space.
The space was neither too big nor too small, about ten acres of black soil, but the ground was bare and devoid of any life.
In the very center of the space, there is a stone pool about one square meter in size, and in the pool, there is a small pool of emerald green liquid.
"Could this be the legendary sacred spring?"
Wang Feng was very excited. He was a seasoned bookworm and had read all kinds of novels.
Just as he was about to drink the spiritual spring water, a piece of information suddenly flooded into his mind, causing him to pause in his tracks.
It turns out that this space was formed from a shattered heart of the world. Plants and animals can be grown and raised within the space, and time can be accelerated tenfold.
It can also stop time within the space according to one's thoughts, and can also process things within the space according to one's thoughts.
In short, after being recognized as the master by the Heart of the World, he became the god of this space.
"It seems I'll need to acquire more gold and jade in the future."
According to information from the Heart of the World, gold can expand space, and jade can upgrade the water of life.
That's right, the emerald green liquid he was about to drink was not a spiritual spring, but the Water of Life, albeit the lowest grade of Water of Life.
However, even the lowest grade of the Water of Life has a strong healing effect and can also improve physical condition.
Only one pound of the Water of Life can be condensed each day, which can comprehensively improve physical fitness. Each pound of the Water of Life can increase the strength of an ordinary person by one hundred pounds. Once the strength reaches one thousand pounds, this water becomes almost ineffective.
With this thought in mind, a pound of the Water of Life slowly fell into his mouth.
It has a slightly sweet taste but no aroma; it tastes a bit like sugar water.
After drinking a pound of the "life-giving water," he felt warm all over, and the penetrating wound in his kidney and the penetrating wound in his lung were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than 15 minutes, he was fully recovered. Not only that, he now felt full of energy, his muscles were bulging, and he no longer felt weak.
"Hahaha, now I'm at least as strong as a pillar, right? Does that silly pillar still dare to swagger at me? I'll beat him into a pulp."
In high spirits, Wang Feng left the space with a thought.
"Damn it, these robbers killed someone and didn't even take the bicycle?"
Wang Feng grumbled as he picked up the bicycle from the ground. This bicycle was assigned to them, the purchasing staff, by the factory, and losing it would be a big problem.
He didn't know whether someone really wanted to kill him; this matter needed to be investigated. If someone really wanted to kill him, he would make sure that person suffered terribly before dying.
We sped along, the bicycle practically smoking from the pedaling, and finally made it back to Beijing before nightfall.
Upon entering the No. 95 compound, the gatekeeper Yan Fugui was watering the flowers as usual.
"Wang Feng, why did you come back empty-handed today? Hey, why are you covered in blood? Are you injured?"
"Hehe, no, no, I was just watching the villagers slaughter a pig this afternoon. I stood too close and got splattered with blood. I haven't eaten all day, so I went back first."
"Go, go."
Seeing that there was nothing to gain, Yan Fugui didn't want to talk to Wang Feng any longer.
Upon arriving at the central courtyard, Wang Feng did not see the laundry lady washing clothes. He opened the door and went inside.
His family has two rooms, located diagonally opposite Shazhu, about forty square meters, which is not small.
Wang Feng was starving. He opened the rice jar and saw that there were only a dozen or so kilograms of cornmeal and a few potatoes left.
"Sigh, looks like I'll have to eat cornbread for the rest of the year."
After steaming six cornbread buns and making a simple plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, Wang Feng picked up a cornbread bun and took a bite.
The taste was truly indescribable, and it really made my throat hurt.
"Steamed corn bread? Steamed corn bread my foot!"
Wang Feng managed to finish his meal with a mouthful of cornbread and a sip of water.
He could only eat three cornbread buns normally, but after drinking the "water of life," his appetite doubled.
After finishing his meal, Wang Feng took out a small iron box from the cabinet and looked at all his belongings.
After counting, there was a total of 1120.5 yuan, of which 300 yuan was compensation from his cheap father. The tin box also contained various receipts, including grain coupons, coal coupons, non-staple food coupons, and some industrial coupons, but there were no meat coupons.
His adoptive father was a refugee from famine; all his relatives died during that time.
He was the only son in the Wang family, and his adoptive father doted on him from a young age. Every time meat coupons were issued, his father would buy meat for him to eat, and he would also go to the pigeon market to buy meat for him from time to time, hoping that he would grow up tall and strong and carry on the Wang family line.
He carefully stored the money and tickets in a corner of his spatial storage, not forgetting that Jia Zhangshi and the Thief Saint Stick were both in this courtyard.
With a thought, time within a 100-square-meter space can be frozen, and this 100-square-meter space can be used as storage space.
After arranging everything, Wang Feng simply wiped himself down, boiled water to soak his feet, took out a Daqianmen cigarette, smoked it, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.
He tossed and turned all night, feeling unbearably itchy all over, unable to fall asleep.
He was originally from the south, and he felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't shower for more than two days. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, especially when he thought about public toilets.
No, the first thing I need to do tomorrow is ask the contractor to renovate the house. At the very least, we need to get a bathroom and a toilet installed.
And a wife also needs to be arranged as soon as possible. In this era, there are no entertainment activities and no women to relieve boredom, it's really unbearable.
Before he transmigrated, he was a bachelor in his forties and an orphan who had never had a girlfriend in his life. He eventually got lung cancer but couldn't afford treatment, and that was how his life ended. As for why he transmigrated, he didn't know.
He didn't think too much about it, even though he couldn't understand it. Now that he had the space at his disposal and the foresight to guide him, getting rich, marrying a beautiful wife, and even keeping a few mistresses was a piece of cake.
Who should I marry?
Having read hundreds of novels about courtyard houses and the original work, he was certain that his world was definitely a courtyard full of birds, not a courtyard full of love.
The silly goose hasn't married Xu Damao yet, Yu Li hasn't married into the Yan family, Qin Jingru is probably not even eighteen yet, then there's Ran Qiuye, Ding Qiunan, and as for Yu Haitang, she's not someone we'd accept even if she were given away for free.
In his heart, Qin Jingru was the most suitable. At least she was obedient and hardworking. If you went to rob someone, she would really dare to hand you a knife.
As long as you feed her enough white steamed buns, she will serve you like an emperor, making you feel comfortable. And even if she has other women outside, she won't dare to say anything.