Su Yiyi stared at the ceiling, speechless. Only now did she truly have the time to take in her surroundings.
The conditions in the compound were actually considered quite good. Back in the production team, the Su family lived in a brick house, but it still didn’t look as imposing as this compound.
Of course, that was by the standards of this era. To Su Yiyi, it was just… average. Compared to her former luxury villa, this place was far inferior.
After finally accepting the reality that she had truly transmigrated—after pinching herself countless times—she had no choice but to admit this wasn’t a dream.
Fine. Since she was here, she might as well settle in. There was no point thinking about going back—she probably couldn’t anyway.
Her relationship with Gu Zhenyang needed to be handled, and her livelihood was also a problem. The original owner didn’t have a job. She didn’t even know if she could find one. After all, it was only 1978. The college entrance exam had just been reinstated, and although in big cities some sharp-minded people had started small businesses, the policies weren’t fully clear yet.
As a military wife, it wasn’t realistic for her to start a business—unless she divorced Gu Zhenyang. But that wasn’t easy either. Military marriages required formal procedures to dissolve, including submitting a divorce report explaining the reasons. Higher authorities wouldn’t approve it easily—they would likely send a political officer to mediate. In short, it was a troublesome process and wouldn’t be resolved anytime soon.
If only she could find a job.
Just as she was thinking this, Su Yiyi suddenly felt the world spin violently. The dizziness almost made her throw up—it felt even worse than being drunk.
Just as she was about to vomit all over herself, the scene before her eyes made her freeze.
What… what was she looking at?
Before her stood her central warehouse from her previous life.
In her past life, she had run a nationwide chain of supermarkets. To ensure quality, all goods were distributed from a central warehouse to branches across the country.
But calling it a “warehouse” was almost an understatement—it was more like a massive port filled with supplies. There were all kinds of goods, as well as live animals waiting to be processed and transported via cold chain—chickens, ducks, fish, pigs, cattle, sheep, and even specially farmed wild animals like boars, rabbits, and pheasants.
After all, wild animals had to be farmed legally to be sold, but there was still strong demand.
There was also seafood—since the port was near the sea, seafood made up the largest portion.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. Not a single person was in sight. Unlike her previous life, where even at night there were patrols everywhere, here there was only Su Yiyi and the endless supplies.
She tried walking toward the sea, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t get closer—like there was an invisible barrier, just like in novels.
Su Yiyi now understood.
This was her port—but also not entirely her port.
It couldn’t connect to her previous world anymore, yet she had undeniably brought it into this one.
Even as someone who had seen her fair share of life’s ups and downs, Su Yiyi nearly fainted from excitement.
In an era of material scarcity—no, in any era—having this much supply was enough to live comfortably for a lifetime.
She had read transmigration novels before. She knew about “cheat abilities.” She just hadn’t expected hers to be this ridiculously powerful.
But then again, all of this had originally belonged to her.
Using it came without any guilt.
To test whether living creatures could still exist here, she walked toward the livestock area. The place was enormous, so she grabbed a nearby electric scooter to get around.
The animals were indeed still there, staring at her with round eyes—but not a single sound came from them. In her past life, this place would be filled with noise—clucking, barking, chaos everywhere. Now it was completely silent.
As long as they were still here… as long as they were alive—that was all that mattered to her.
Now she just needed to confirm one thing—could she leave?
If she could enter but not exit, that would be a problem.
Thankfully, she only had to think, “I want to go out,” and instantly, she was back in the military compound room, lying steadily on the bed.
Her mouth stretched into a wide grin.
Who wouldn’t be excited?
Sure, her supermarket empire was gone—but this port remained. Living in this world would be no problem at all. She didn’t have anyone in her past life she couldn’t leave behind. Now she had security in life, plus a loving family.
What had started as a suffocating disaster had suddenly turned into a blessing.
The only trouble left was her situation with Gu Zhenyang—but that could be resolved sooner or later.
She didn’t feel like eating. After all, she had only just woken up after days of unconsciousness and had already had some porridge. Her body needed time to recover.
She went back and forth between the port and reality a couple more times, confirming that her cheat ability was real.
Then she fell asleep peacefully.
After a night of good dreams, Su Yiyi woke up at dawn the next day.
She tried getting out of bed and walking a few steps. This time, she no longer felt like she would collapse from a light breeze, though her steps were still a bit unsteady.
Having spent the entire previous day in bed, she felt sore all over and longed for fresh air. So she quickly opened the door, intending to step into the courtyard—completely forgetting just how freezing it was outside.
Only then did she remember—this was the Northeast. Winters here were brutal.
Inside the house, it was fine. The original owner had used a coal stove because she didn’t want to gather firewood. But after the Su family arrived, aside from scolding Gu Zhenyang, they had gathered plenty of firewood. The woodshed was now full, and the heated kang kept the house warm.
The moment she opened the door, a gust of icy wind hit her.
Wearing only a sweater, Su Yiyi immediately shivered.
Just then, Niu Guihua stepped out and was startled by the sight.
“Get back inside! It’s freezing out here—what are you doing outside?!”
“Mom, I just wanted some fresh air… I forgot it was snowing…” Su Yiyi said sheepishly.
“This child… hurry back in. I’ll go make breakfast. Where are the ingredients?”
When they arrived yesterday, they had been too busy arguing, and dinner had been bought from the military canteen. The house hadn’t even been used for cooking yet.