Don't underestimate these few words.
But to Liu Qingsong, the amount of information packed into them was explosive.
Before his rebirth, Liu Qingsong knew Marvel well and had watched the entire series of movies.
After his rebirth, Liu Qingsong was surprised and somewhat excited to see the words Marvel Plane World on a Stone Stele in the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump.
Excited as he was, Liu Qingsong didn't act rashly.
Instead, he calmed himself down and examined the rest of the text on the Stone Stele.
Unfortunately, grime covered much of it, so he couldn't read the text in full.
Moreover, only a small portion of the Stone Stele was exposed; garbage covered the rest.
Liu Qingsong wanted to clear away the garbage and scrub the grime off the Stone Stele.
But he remembered why he'd come to the rear courtyard and abandoned the idea.
After looking around, he brushed the dust off himself and walked toward the exit.
He had to hurry. If he took too long to bring the big jar of pickled vegetables to the kitchen, his second elder sister would come looking for him.
So for now, he'd better go get the jar to the kitchen first; there'd be plenty of time later to come back to the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump and deal with the grime and trash on the stele.
There was also the lump coal—he needed to collect and stockpile that too.
Once the weather turned cold and the snow came, this lump coal could be a lifesaver.
The problem was, he had no idea how to explain it to his second elder sister once he took it out.
After all, in 1978, coal required Ration Tickets and cost a great deal.
The thought gave Liu Qingsong a headache.
He needed to find a good pretext soon—one that would let him bring things out of the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump legitimately.
Otherwise, constantly hiding things like this was really stifling for him.
"So what would a reasonable excuse even be?" Liu Qingsong stopped at the exit of the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump and fell into thought.
First, to bring things out of the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump, he would have to leave the Locust Tree Production Team and his home.
It wasn't that the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump had gone to his head; the poor, backward Locust Tree Production Team simply lacked coal and other necessities.
If he didn't go out.
Didn't go into the city.
Then the things taken out of the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump.
Could never have a reasonable explanation, and would always be suspected.
But if he went to the city, he would be far from the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump and his family. He didn't want that either.
More importantly, he had no education and no Backer. Even if he wanted to make a life in the city, he couldn't get there.
He wasn't putting himself down. In 1978, Urban Household Registration was an impassable chasm for someone born in the countryside like him.
Unless he had relatives in the city to bring him out, this path simply wasn't feasible.
Liu Qingsong laughed bitterly at the thought. "If my family had relatives in the city, my parents wouldn't have been sent to Reform Through Labor! We wouldn't be this poor!"
"Ugh! Forget it. I'll move the jar of pickled vegetables first." Liu Qingsong sighed and gathered his thoughts. As he headed out of the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump, a broken chest beneath his feet nearly tripped him.
The chest was copper, as the copper rust on its surface showed.
Only a tenth of it protruded above the ground; garbage covered the rest.
After Liu Qingsong recovered from his surprise, curiosity got the better of him, and he used an iron rod to clear away all the surrounding garbage, then struggled to drag the broken Copper Chest out.
The Copper Chest had no lock, but he couldn't open it.
Liu Qingsong figured there probably wasn't anything good inside, so he just pried it open with the iron rod.
He soon pried the Copper Chest open.
What surprised Liu Qingsong was—
Inside was a Bamboo Crossbow.
And judging by the design, it was a Ten-Shot model.
He examined it. The Bamboo Crossbow's surface was badly corroded, but its exquisite craftsmanship was still evident, and it remained usable.
Liu Qingsong loaded a Crossbow Bolt and fired at the garbage heap ahead. With a whoosh, the bolt cut through the air with a piercing shriek before burying itself in a black garbage bag more than a hundred meters away.
Watching this, Liu Qingsong couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. He knew that, barring any surprises, he'd once again dug up something good in the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump today.
He could bring this one out, too.
After all, many hunter families in the Huajiao Production Brigade owned Bamboo Crossbows, bows and arrows, matchlock guns, and Hunting Rifles.
Most of these weapons were homemade, so their designs varied wildly and their power was unpredictable.
That wasn't the point. Because hunter families already owned Bamboo Crossbows, Liu Qingsong could bring his own out and use it openly without trouble.
The thought delighted Liu Qingsong.
He placed the Bamboo Crossbow beside his fishing Bait, then searched the broken Copper Chest again.
He thought the chest held nothing else valuable, but he found a Sandalwood Fire Starter at the very bottom.
That's right, a Sandalwood Fire Starter.
Judging by the shape and the carved patterns on it, it was clearly something with age to it.
But Liu Qingsong didn't care about its age. He removed the fire starter's cap and blew on it.
He hadn't expected any Open Flame to appear, but to his surprise, with a whoosh, a flame shot out, and a strong one at that.
Liu Qingsong quickly covered the flame, tucked the fire starter into his pants pocket, and walked out of the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump.
He brought the Sandalwood Fire Starter out because his family needed one.
More importantly, fire starters were old items and nothing rare in the Huajiao Production Brigade.
If he gave it to his second elder sister to use, any casual excuse would do to explain it away.
Once he passed through the rear courtyard gate, the Myriad Realms Garbage Dump vanished. Liu Qingsong hurried into the rear courtyard, hoisted the jar of pickled vegetables onto his shoulder, and headed for the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, Pangdun's mother, Madam Li, had come to find them.
At the moment, she was chatting with his second elder sister on the open ground in front of the kitchen door.
Liu Qingsong saw that the kitchen's wooden door stood closed.
He didn't think much of it at the time.
He set the jar of pickled vegetables beside his second elder sister and greeted Madam Li with a smile: "Auntie Li, what brings you to our place today?"
"Ugh! Don't even mention it." Auntie Li sighed. "My Yaoqing spoke up for your second elder sister yesterday and said a few fair words on her behalf. Today, that damned Wang Xiaohe and Zhong Xinbing barred him from the production team's autumn fishing and hunting. They won't even give my family the Ration Tickets to buy matches."
"I had no other choice."
"So I came to borrow a box of matches from your second elder sister to use for now."
"I see." Liu Qingsong's brow furrowed.
He knew Wang Xiaohe and Zhong Xinbing were despicable.
But he hadn't expected them to be this despicable.
Still, this benefited him: the more lawless Wang Xiaohe and Zhong Xinbing became in the Locust Tree Production Team, the sooner they would fall.
Beside him, Liu Lijuan's expression darkened. "Auntie Li, I've dragged your family into this. Say no more—I'll get you the matches."
"Oh! Oh!" Auntie Li nodded.
Liu Lijuan walked quickly toward the kitchen.
A moment later, she returned with a fresh box of matches and a bowl of Wild Hare meat. "Auntie Li, Qingsong got lucky this morning and caught a Wild Hare. Take this home for Pangdun."
"No... this... this won't do!" Auntie Li stared at the bowl of Wild Hare meat and pushed it away uneasily.
"What do you mean it won't do? If you keep standing on ceremony with me, then I won't dare ask Uncle Wang for help anymore." Liu Lijuan pressed the bowl of Wild Hare meat into Auntie Li's hands. "Besides, what's a bit of Wild Hare meat? Hasn't my Hongxia eaten plenty of your family's food?"
"Alright! Alright!" Auntie Li had no choice but to accept the Wild Hare meat and the matches.
After chatting with Liu Qingsong and Liu Lijuan a little longer, she turned and left happily.
Watching Auntie Li's figure disappear, Liu Lijuan suddenly turned and asked Liu Qingsong, "Are you secretly blaming me for giving the Wild Hare meat to Auntie Li?"
"Not at all," Liu Qingsong said with a laugh.
If he were that petty, his rebirth would have been for nothing.
That was the truth. Before his rebirth, Auntie Li and Uncle Wang had been his neighbors and had cared for his family better than any uncle or aunt could have.
Uncle Wang had once fought Wang Xiaohe for his sake and spent more than three months bedridden because of his injuries.
After all that, if he resented his second elder sister for giving Auntie Li a bowl of Wild Hare meat, would he still be human?
"Good, as long as you don't." Liu Lijuan let out a breath of relief, but soon grew troubled again: "Qingsong, we're almost out of matches at home. After lunch, I'm afraid we'll have to make a trip to the Black Market, or else..."
She hadn't even finished speaking.
She hadn't finished when Liu Qingsong cut her off: "Why go to the Black Market? It will probably be closed by afternoon. Here, take this fire starter and use it for a few days."
With that, Liu Qingsong took the Sandalwood Fire Starter out of his pants pocket and handed it to Liu Lijuan.
Liu Lijuan stared at the Sandalwood Fire Starter in shock, then asked in confusion, "Where did you get this fire starter?"