In her field of vision lay a clear spring, while in the distance stretched vast fields filled with various crops.
Although Su Manqing had only briefly joined the rural labor team for a few months in her dream, she could still recognize common crops.
The farmland contained not only rice but also corn, sweet potatoes, various vegetables, and even fruit!
And without exception, all these crops had already ripened.
Gazing at the nearby tree laden with bright red apples, Su Manqing swallowed her saliva, feeling a bit embarrassed by her own lack of restraint.
Those apples looked so tempting! She really wanted to eat one!
If not for her remaining sense of propriety, she would have been unable to resist picking one to taste.
But the moment the thought crossed her mind, an apple that had been hanging on the tree appeared directly in her hand!
Su Manqing: ?!!
What was happening?
Su Manqing stared dumbfounded at the apple in her hand.
Blinking, she turned her gaze to the nearby peach tree and silently thought, "Bring me a peach."
The next second, a plump, pink peach appeared in her hand.
Her fingertip lightly brushed against the velvety fuzz, but beneath it, she felt a firm elasticity, as if with a little more pressure, sweet juice would burst through the glossy skin.
It was real!
Not her hallucination!
So what was this place? What did it have to do with the mole on her hand?
As the thought of the mole flashed through her mind, dizziness washed over her again, and the scene before her transformed into the simple guesthouse room, with the two fruits still clutched in her hand.
Looking at the sweet, enticing fruits in her hand, Su Manqing’s heart skipped a beat!
An incredible idea surfaced in her mind.
This mole could transport her into that space, and the things within that space were under her control!
To test her theory, she tried entering the space again.
Sure enough, as soon as the thought crossed her mind, Su Manqing found herself back in the space.
She attempted to pick two plums.
Without fail, as long as she willed it, items from the space would appear in her hand.
Su Manqing then explored her surroundings and discovered that besides crops, there were also various animals like chickens, ducks, pigs, and fish.
Additionally, there was a strange house.
It was unclear what material it was made of—it resembled wood but wasn’t wood, and looked like jade but wasn’t jade.
Though the house appeared small from the outside, once inside, it was absurdly spacious!
But that wasn’t the main point! The key was that the room was filled with all kinds of supplies!
Many of them were things Su Manqing had never even seen before!
Basically, everything she could think of—and things she couldn’t—were all there!
Apart from the supplies, one entire wall of the room was lined with books.
Su Manqing pulled one out and was astonished to find it was a draft of Chinese national history! It recorded events from the founding of the nation all the way to 2030!
This was a book from the future?!
Her heart raced!
She quickly flipped to the table of contents, found the year 1966, and then turned to the time when the turmoil began in her dream.
Indeed! It was true!
All the important events she had seen in her dream were recorded here!
But why was Huo Yuanzheng’s attitude toward her so cold and rigid?
It was nothing like in her dream?
However, that no longer mattered. Now she had this space and this book.
She was sure she could find a way to protect herself.
Holding the book, Su Manqing treated it as if it were some rare treasure!
With trembling hands, she continued flipping through it!
Soon, she read that this turmoil would last for ten years, during which the college entrance examination would be suspended until it resumed in 1977.
Su Manqing read the book in her hands word by word, as if afraid she might miss some important content.
This reading session lasted the entire night!
After catching a brief nap, she woke again to find the sky already bright.
Rubbing her dry, tired eyes, Su Manqing got up from bed.
The clothes she had hung up to dry last night were now half-dry. She folded them directly and packed them into her bag.
Su Manqing planned to return to Jingshi today.
The sooner she went back, the more opportunities she would have to take the initiative.
She worked quickly and soon finished packing.
At the far right end of the row houses was the water room.
After a simple wash-up and grabbing some food from her space to fill her stomach, she finally picked up her luggage and headed out.
The middle-aged woman in charge of registration gave her several strange looks.
Su Manqing smiled awkwardly at her but said nothing and simply left.
However, before she could even step out of the main gate, a young soldier stopped her.
"Sister-in-law, the political commissar wants you to come to his office."
Hearing this, Su Manqing was somewhat surprised.
Why would the political commissar want to see her?
Nevertheless, she forced a slight smile and said, "You can just call me Comrade Su. Where is the political commissar's office? Could you please show me the way?"
Huo Yuanzheng was already determined to divorce her.
It was no longer appropriate to call her "sister-in-law."
The young soldier looked puzzled by her words but complied and called her Comrade Su.
The two then walked one after the other toward the political commissar's office.
In the office, Zhao Beishan was writing something with his head lowered.
Seeing Su Manqing enter, he stood up and greeted her with a warm, friendly smile. "Please have a seat, Comrade Su."
After pouring her a cup of hot tea, he asked kindly, "Comrade Su, did you rest well last night? The guesthouse conditions are quite basic—if you need anything, just let me know."
Su Manqing held the teacup, feeling the slight warmth against her fingertips. "Thank you for your concern, Commissar. I rested very well."
"I heard you're a top graduate from Jingshi University of Technology?" Zhao Beishan's eyes showed admiration. "Our island is in need of educated young people like you. That boy Yuanzheng is truly fortunate."
At the mention of Huo Yuanzheng's name, Su Manqing's fingers unconsciously tightened. The tea sloshed, splashing a few drops onto the back of her hand, but she didn't even notice.
"Commissar, I…" She looked up, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I'm planning to return to Jingshi today."
Zhao Beishan frowned upon hearing this and set down his pen.
"Why the rush? Does Yuanzheng know?"
"We've already submitted the divorce report," Su Manqing's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "He asked me to leave."
The office fell into a brief silence. Outside the window, the shouts of soldiers during morning drills echoed—full of vigor and vitality, a stark contrast to her current state of mind.
Zhao Beishan looked surprised.
"Divorce report? Why haven't I received it?"
Hearing this, Su Manqing abruptly looked up, a flash of astonishment crossing her face.
"You haven't? He told me he already submitted it."
And she had pressured him into it.
Zhao Beishan chuckled softly and said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding between you two. I haven't received any divorce report here—only an application to accompany the army."
At these words, Su Manqing was even more shocked.
"Application to accompany the army?"
She stammered as she repeated the phrase.
Zhao Beishan nodded.
"Yes, the organization has approved it." As he spoke, he took a document from the drawer.
Su Manqing took the file, her fingertips trembling slightly. The characters "Huo Yuanzheng" on the paper were written with forceful strokes, and the date was clearly marked as one month ago.
So, he had returned this time intending to take her with him to the army?
And she had ended up pushing him into a divorce?