Chapter 8: The Space Can Hold Things

Yang Min returned home with the meat, and Yang Shi'an ran over excitedly: "Sister, did you get the meat for me? I saw Sister Qiaoying carrying a bowl of meat."

"Well? Did Qi Xuan's family give you any meat?" Yang Min's mother, Yu Yonghua, asked curiously. Seeing the oil paper in her daughter's hand, her face immediately lit up with a smile—so she had managed to get some!

Yang Min looked at her family's expectant eyes and tossed the oil paper onto the table.

Yang Shi'an scrambled toward the oil paper in excitement. When he opened it, a large chicken leg was revealed. Although it had been bitten a few times, it didn't affect his appetite in the slightest.

He grabbed the chicken leg and took a huge bite: "Mmm~ delicious, so fragrant."

Seeing his son's gaping maw, Yang Liangzhong snatched the chicken leg away and gave him a kick in the backside: "You little brat, if I hadn't come over, would you have eaten the whole thing?"

"Dad, what do you mean? I only tasted a bite." Yang Shi'an licked the corner of his mouth, which was covered in the aroma of meat.

"A bite? You call that a bite? That was a bottomless pit of a mouth." Yang Shihai was annoyed at his younger brother; that "bite" had taken away half the chicken leg. He was such a lazy and greedy thing.

"Mom, Dad, how are we going to divide this chicken leg? There are so many of us, and the little brat ate most of it in one go." Zhang Laidi swallowed hard as she looked at the chicken leg; she had to have a bite of it today.

"Eat, eat, eat, all you think about is eating! This meat is going to your grandmother. A bunch of unfilial wretches." After saying this, Yang Liangzhong took the chicken leg and headed to the old house.

Zhang Laidi, left behind, was immediately displeased. She grabbed her husband and gave him a tongue-lashing: "Yang Shihai, I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry you. I can't even get a bite of meat. Are you even a man?"

Yu Yonghua, too, dared not speak against her husband's actions. She glanced at her daughter-in-law and turned away helplessly.

Yang Min didn't care about the outcome and turned back to her room.

In the afternoon, Li Siwen took Li Siyu for a walk around the village, finally experiencing what it felt like to "borrow the tiger's might."

The original owner had great strength, and she hadn't bullied people any less because of it; no one in the entire village dared to challenge her.

As she walked around today, everyone looked at her as if they had seen a ghost. Some children even ran away the moment they saw her.

This feeling was absolutely exhilarating!

That night, Li Siwen lay in bed, struggling to keep her eyes open. She wanted to know if the space really only allowed her to take things out three times a day, and if it reset at midnight. She wanted to try again.

But before long, she couldn't hold on any longer. Her eyes closed, and when she opened them again, the sun was already high in the sky.

The first thing she did upon waking was think of the space. She got out of bed, checked that the door was bolted from the inside, and then entered the space.

Once inside, she began to examine it properly. The space was like a large supermarket.

It only had one floor, but that floor was massive, containing everything from clothing and food to daily necessities.

Li Siwen ran over to the roast duck. She reached out, but stopped halfway. She could take the roast duck out, but it would be hard to come up with an excuse for it!

After thinking for a long time, she ran to the raw meat section, found a hen that looked thin and small, and took it out.

Looking at the hen, a new problem arose: how was she supposed to take it out and then bring it home for her grandmother to see?

She wondered if the space could store things. There was a barrier between the food items; after taking three things, the barrier appeared. But the paths here were still accessible after three times. That's right!

Li Siwen clapped her hands. Why was she so smart? She could definitely leave things on the path.

To test her theory, she grabbed a handful of plastic bags. It wasn't that she wasn't being frugal, but she was afraid—afraid that the bags would count as one of her three items. If she wasted one, it would be too much of a loss.

She took a bag, put the hen inside, and placed it on a chair. She stared at the hen for a long time, and sure enough, her guess was right: the chicken didn't disappear.

My goodness, with such a treasure, she would never have to worry about food or drink for the rest of her life!

Li Siwen was so happy she jumped up in the space. This was just too great.

She had to thank that old grandfather for giving her such a wonderful thing.

Li Siwen didn't stay in the space for long, fearing someone might come to wake her up. After dealing with the hen, she exited the space.

She tidied up the bed and left the room.

Seeing her granddaughter wake up, Grandma Li looked at her with a smile: "Siwen, you must be hungry. Grandma boiled two eggs for you today. Go ahead and eat them."

Policies weren't as strict as they used to be, and common folk were allowed to raise chicks. She had hatched a brood in the spring, and in the last few days, the hens had grown up and started laying eggs.

She had saved some up, boiling two for her granddaughter every day. Plus, Qi Xuan had sent over quite a few yesterday, so she would take the rest to the market to trade for other things.

Hearing her grandmother's words, Li Siwen's eyes curved into crescents. The original owner's grandmother was truly good to her. She would take the original owner's place and protect her family well.

"Grandma, why are you so good to me?"

"Heh, listen to you. You're Grandma's precious granddaughter; if I'm not good to you, who would I be good to?" Grandma Li couldn't stop smiling at her granddaughter's words.

"Mm-hmm, I'll be very filial to you in the future, Grandma. I definitely won't let your kindness go to waste." Li Siwen's words were as sweet as honey, making the old lady beam with joy.

And she meant every word of it.

She went to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot to see a pot of steaming porridge, a bowl of stir-fried cabbage with eggs next to it, and a single egg sitting in the pot.

Carrying the food, Li Siwen went to the courtyard. She peeled the egg, revealing the round, plump white inside, and held half of it to Grandma Li's mouth: "Grandma, you have some too."

Grandma Li declined for a long time, but eventually took a bite.

Seeing her take a bite, Li Siwen didn't insist further; if she pushed any more, her grandmother wouldn't eat it at all. She held the pot of porridge and, with the side dishes, finished the meal in no time.

She patted her belly, still curious. How could such a thin person have such a big appetite? She didn't know where all the food went.

After washing the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, Li Siwen prepared to head to the back mountain. Otherwise, she wouldn't be doing justice to these three meals a day.

The Li family had a good harvest and were capable people, yet they only ate until they were seven-tenths full every day, mostly because of the original owner's appetite. If she ate a little less, the whole family could be full.

"Grandma, I'm going to the mountain. My body is all better now, and it's uncomfortable for me to be cooped up at home. Maybe I can catch a few critters on the mountain to improve our meals." Li Siwen said to her grandmother with a wink.

After hearing this, Grandma Li reached out and touched her granddaughter's forehead. She really didn't have a fever anymore. Knowing the girl's temperament, she didn't stop her: "Alright, but don't go deep into the mountains. If you get lost, no one will be able to find you."

"Mm-hmm, I know. Grandma, I'm off then." Li Siwen waved at her grandmother, shouldered a basket, grabbed a large machete, and headed out the door.

"Be careful," Grandma Li added, still worried.

Li Siwen waved at her again, and soon she was out of sight.

Yang Min had run out early this morning and was waiting for Li Siwen on the small path. She didn't believe she wouldn't leave the house today.

As long as she stepped out, she would stop her. Didn't she love pretending to be kind? If she was so kind, why didn't she go and clear things up with the Shao family?

If she didn't go, she would expose her little schemes. All that kindness was just an act.

Yang Min thought with schadenfreude. She had been close with Li Siwen, and over time, she had naturally forgotten about Li Siwen's past—and her great strength.

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