Liang Qiaoqiao pouted in frustration: As expected, not every transmigrated woman could become the darling of the heavens.
Someone like her simply wasn’t destined for such fortune.
In her previous life, she had always been miserable.
In this life, starting with her entire family dead didn’t seem much different.
Those neighbors who gained incredible luck after transmigrating, sailing smoothly through everything—that was treatment reserved for heaven’s favorites, having nothing to do with her.
Judging by her tragic experience of being beaten by a crowd right after transmigrating in the ancestral hall, Liang Qiaoqiao figured that merely surviving this era without starving to death, remaining whole and unscathed, was probably already incredibly lucky.
Sighing heavily, she casually picked up the letter bearing traces of time.
On the envelope, black ink neatly spelled out four characters: “To Be Opened by Qiaoqiao Personally.”
Clearly, this should be a letter left for the original host by her parents.
Automatically assuming this identity, Liang Qiaoqiao opened it without hesitation.
Inside were two letters with different handwriting—one bold and flowing, the other delicate and elegant—likely written separately by the husband and wife.
After reading the letters, Liang Qiaoqiao learned that the original host’s parents were both renowned senior research scientists in China.
Her father, Liang Min, had studied under her mother Lin Yu’s father, making him the prized student of the research heavyweight Old Lin.
The mentor’s daughter and his student had been classmates in high school, sharing a deep bond.
During university, the original host’s father was sent abroad for further studies.
After returning, the like-minded pair married amidst the blessings of family and friends.
Due to their exceptional professional skills, the couple had already joined a confidential research project before the ten-year turmoil began.
However, in early 1970, their project team was infiltrated by ill-intentioned individuals who ultimately caused the entire team’s collapse.
The original host’s father, bearing the label of a returned overseas student, was framed and falsely accused.
Branded as “bad elements,” the couple was sent to the cowshed on the mountain next to Wutong Village with their young daughter.
Life during their exile was harsh and difficult.
One day, while digging for wild vegetables in the mountains, the original host met the honest Chen Laoda and his wife.
From then on, the two families secretly maintained contact.
In those turbulent times, human life was cheap.
By the end of 1972, the original host’s parents had been persecuted to death, never living to see their names cleared.
Upon learning the news, Chen Laoda and his wife secretly went up the mountain and took the original host from the cowshed.
The next day, through Old Village Chief’s connections, they formally adopted her under the guise of buying a child bride for their son…
Liang Qiaoqiao set down the letter and heaved a long sigh.
How many years had the ten-year turmoil set back the nation’s economy and culture?
No one could say for sure.
Countless highly skilled talents, like the original host’s parents, had been persecuted to death.
This was also a tremendous loss for the country.
Now, although the turmoil had largely ended, its aftermath lingered.
Even if she wanted to clear the original host’s family name, she would have to wait for the right time and opportunity to take action.
Otherwise, she might accidentally end up sacrificing herself in the process.
Unable to obtain anything valuable from the metal box, but having roughly figured out what the two notebooks and document folder contained, Liang Qiaoqiao had no intention of further investigation.
Such confidential materials would ultimately only be useful if handed over to the state.
Left in her possession, they would forever remain just a pile of worthless paper.
Looking at the small metal box, Liang Qiaoqiao decided to store it back into the Treasure Appraisal Space.
She didn’t plan to touch this metal box again until she found an opportunity to clear the names of the original owner’s parents.
Suddenly, a soft “ding” sounded, and a line of text flashed before her eyes:
[Detected 1970s semi-finished scientific research materials. Confirm appraisal?]
Liang Qiaoqiao: “???”
Were those two notebooks and that bag of documents already semi-finished products of that research project?
Though shocked, Liang Qiaoqiao unhesitatingly clicked the “Yes” icon.
Only a fool would pass up earning points – she’d been worrying about lacking points to upgrade the Space anyway.
[Ding. Appraised early-1970s high-tech semi-finished research materials. Relatively high value. Reward: 50 points.]
Liang Qiaoqiao: “!!!”
Those few sheets of paper actually gave her 50 points?
Indeed, the value was truly high.
Liang Qiaoqiao hurriedly used the Treasure Collection Function to store the small metal box into the Space, simultaneously gaining 80 points.
Now she finally understood why those people were determined to kill the original owner’s parents.
With such valuable research materials, that couple had actually managed to evade everyone’s notice and successfully bring them to this remote mountain area to hide.
When those with ulterior motives tried every means but failed to obtain them, wouldn’t they desperately want them dead?
Indeed, when highly intelligent people play mind games, ordinary folks simply can’t compare.
What a pity they were born in the wrong era.
If it had been ten or twenty years later, they surely could have made significant contributions to the nation.
Sighing with regret, Liang Qiaoqiao opened the points panel.
She now had enough points to upgrade the Space.
The moment to test her theory had finally arrived. Without another word, she clicked the upgrade icon.
[Ding. Treasure Appraisal Space upgrade in progress.]
Several minutes later, golden light blazed in Liang Qiaoqiao’s mind.
The constantly spinning shabby stone had become slightly brighter in color, finally looking less drab overall.
Soon, several familiar lines of golden text popped up:
[Treasure Appraisal Space upgraded to Level 1. Current usable area: 10 square meters. Daily Appraisal Attempts: 20. Daily Treasure Collection Attempts: 10.]
Liang Qiaoqiao: …
Truly the most stingy portable space in transmigration history.
The initial level only provided 1 square meter of usable area. After one upgrade, it merely added a zero after the 1.
Liang Qiaoqiao couldn’t help curling her lips again, utterly disdainful.
Adding a zero when reaching Level 1 – if it had the nerve to add another zero when reaching Level 2!
If it kept adding zeros to the end like bank account balances, she wouldn’t complain either.
After expressing her disdain, Liang Qiaoqiao extended her consciousness into the Space.
To her surprise, she discovered the Space had automatically divided into two sections.
The persimmon tree, complete with roots and soil, had been allocated to the left area and was already planted in a patch of yellow earth.
Liang Qiaoqiao: So intelligent? Does this mean I can casually transplant various plants here in the future?
You get points and it automatically plants for you – even QQ Farm never had benefits this good.
Looking at the right half of the area.
It remained in a void state, but the small iron box was conspicuously placed in the corner.
Her envelopes and tickets were neatly stacked on top of the small iron box.
Liang Qiaoqiao looked at the two clearly divided territories within the Space, feeling like an invisible 38th parallel had been drawn between them, as if deliberately separating them.
So, does her Space have its own consciousness?