“Shen Qingyu, in seven days, my life will be in your hands! I hope you can live a good life for me!”
“Hey, what kind of joke is this?”
Shen Qingyu suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the familiar surroundings as she sank into deep thought.
So it was just a dream.
But the next second, she felt as if her entire body was being torn apart, and when she regained her senses, she found herself inside a space.
It wasn’t a dream!
Shen Qingyu stared in shock at the area, roughly one hundred square meters in size.
A voice echoed in her ears once more, “Shen Qingyu, it’s time for me to go. I hope you can live a different life for me.”
Shen Qingyu felt as if she was going crazy, but with a single thought of leaving using her Divine Sense, she returned to her room.
She collapsed onto the sofa, her originally delicate face now pale as paper, but her eyes gradually grew sharp.
After recovering for a while, she slowly sat up straight, picked up her tablet, and looked at the novel on the screen. The page was still on the chapter where the supporting female character got married.
She had dreamed that the novel’s female protagonist, Shen Qingyu, had come to find her, asking her to cross over when the time came.
She could feel the real, time-stagnant space deep within her consciousness.
There were still seven days left on the countdown.
Wishful thinking? She wished she could have it, but the lingering pain of being torn apart deep in her soul and the cold countdown in her mind constantly reminded her that time was running out. She had no other choice.
Shen Qingyu closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, there was a hint of determination in her gaze.
She picked up her phone, which was lying nearby. Her fingers trembled slightly from the residual pain, but it didn’t affect her actions in the slightest.
First, she called the real estate agent: “Manager Wang, I want to list my three resettlement houses and the apartment I’m currently living in for sale. The price can be five percent below market value, but the only requirement is that the full payment must be made within a week.”
On the other end of the line, Manager Wang gasped in surprise. “Alright, are you immigrating?”
Shen Qingyu simply replied, “Mm,” and hung up.
Immigrating? Well, going to 1975 probably counted.
She opened her computer and created a document titled “Survival Checklist.”
1. Food Category:
– Staples: Rice, flour, various grains, etc. (All items are stocked by tons, thousands of pounds, hundreds of pounds, boxes, or bolts.)
– Non-staples: Compressed biscuits, military canned goods, various meats, seafood, fruits, vegetables, cured meats, sausages, various prepared foods, etc.
– Seasonings: Edible salt, brown and white sugar, rock sugar (white and yellow), cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and other basic seasonings.
– Others: Milk powder (adult/infant), malted milk powder, various candies, honey, chocolate, etc.
2. Medical Supplies:
– Antibiotics (Amoxicillin, Cephalosporin, etc., purchased in large quantities)
– Common oral medications (for colds, fever, gastrointestinal issues, pain relief, etc.)
– External injury supplies: Alcohol, iodine, gauze, bandages, bruise and injury ointments, etc.
– Vitamin tablets, nutritional supplements, family planning supplies (very important in that era.)
She didn’t forget daily necessities and tools either. She had just rented a short-term warehouse online, and she would have everything delivered there.
Some items needed to be purchased online, such as clothing, shoes, and hats from that era, which had to be found in secondhand markets, various coupons (purchased on the black market), small gold bars, and books from the 1970s.
She even bought dozens of solar-powered generators, solar power banks, and electric blankets.
She bought many of the latest models of phones and tablets, planning to use them for watching movies, listening to music, reading novels, and most importantly, studying the background knowledge, dialects, and colloquialisms of the 1970s.
The list grew longer and longer, but Shen Qingyu’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Fear still lingered, but more than that, there was a sense of exhilaration born from burning all bridges. Since there was no other choice, she would turn this path into a road to the heavens!
Taking another glance at the balance of her demolition compensation in her mobile banking app, a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Seven days—she only had seven days.
“Jiang Muxue, is it?”
Shen Qingyu stared at the name of the reborn female protagonist on her tablet and whispered softly, “Just wait. This time, I’ll play along with you properly.”
With that thought, she began frantically stockpiling supplies.
On the first day, one buyer took an interest in her three demolition properties and her own apartment. Since they were willing to buy all three at once and pay in full, she sold them all at 8% below the market price.
Looking at the nine-digit deposit in her bank card, Shen Qingyu felt even more at ease.
Now, she didn’t have to worry about running out of money.
On the second day, Shen Qingyu immediately contacted over twenty wholesalers from different industries.
Using a reasonable excuse, she placed separate orders. To avoid drawing attention, the short-term warehouse she had rented the night before was definitely not enough. After some thought, she rented a few more short-term warehouses, not too far apart.
This way, when the suppliers delivered the goods, she could collect them from each warehouse one by one.
Next came medication—a sensitive matter that wasn’t allowed to be purchased in large quantities.
Shen Qingyu bought a lot both online and offline, reaching the purchase limit at every store.
Looking at the medicine, she felt it still wasn’t enough.
She then used her connections to access the dark web.
Through contacts in Southeast Asia, she secured a large quantity of antibiotics and common medications under the guise of a foreign trade company “procuring medical aid supplies.”
Thinking further, she also purchased some empty medicine bottles from that era as a cover.
To prepare, Shen Qingyu spent her evenings dismantling some medicine packaging, placing the pills into the empty bottles, labeling them clearly, and attaching the labels to the bottles.
This way, she wouldn’t have to worry about mixing up the medications.
On the third day, for daily necessities and tools, she shopped online and contacted some stores. As long as they had items from that era—whether clothes or anything else—she had them delivered to the warehouses.
She didn’t even overlook nearby cities, making trips to each of them.
On the fourth day, through discreet channels, she bought several small gold bars, fifty silver coins, and a few pieces of high-quality jade pendants.
She also purchased national grain coupons and various other vouchers. These items were expensive on the black market, but she didn’t hesitate to buy them, given her wealth.
She didn’t miss out on used book websites either, buying everything from the “Self-Study Series for Mathematics, Physics, and Chemistry” to any books from the 1970s.
These would be her armor of knowledge for surviving in that era.
On the fifth day, all the supplies were transported in batches to the final warehouse—the farthest one.
Shen Qingyu wore a pair of practical overalls and sneakers. Looking at the warehouse filled with supplies, she felt deeply satisfied.
Placing her hand on a row of supplies, she slowly closed her eyes and silently chanted: *Store*.
In an instant, the entire row disappeared into her space. Watching it appear steadily in a corner of the space, Shen Qingyu’s heart raced.
“It works.”
After muttering to herself, she spent the next ten hours like a diligent little bee, gathering all the supplies from the warehouses in batches into her space.
This space seemed like a bottomless pit, merely occupying the corresponding volume, with time standing still inside, so there was no need to worry about preservation issues.