However, given the unreliability of this space, Jiang Yuan doesn't have much hope.
This blind box space is connected to her spiritual world. The connection is currently weak and intermittent, and the space has therefore degraded to the most elementary level. She cannot see or describe the space inside, and the things that come out are not at all according to her.
Come what you want.
As soon as her thoughts passed, she heard movement in the grass next to her.
She took a wooden stick and pulled it a few times, and then she saw what came out of the blind box.
She wanted to split in place.
It was a pair of green flip-flops.
The key point is that this pair of flip-flops has been worn by someone, because there are obvious signs of collapse on the heels.
There is still a lot of mud in the gaps in the shoe panels, which seems to be caused by not washing my feet and wearing shoes for a long time.
Jiang Yuan turned around and left. After walking for a while, he came back resignedly, took a branch, picked up his slippers and left.
When she reached the creek at the foot of the mountain, she scrubbed her flip-flops vigorously. She no longer looked so shabby, and then she returned home.
Ms. Qian was feeding pigs, and the three pigs at home seemed to be her fate.
Wang Youcai got drunk and rode the sow here. At that time, Qian was as sad as if her own daughter had lost her virginity.
Yesterday there was gossip between Jiang Yuan and Wang Youcai, but she didn't react that much.
She cares more about these three pigs than her children and grandchildren, and she doesn't allow others to touch her three pigs on weekdays.
She squinted at Jiang Yuan with her eyes, looking her up and down, and seeing that the basket she was carrying seemed to be filled with wild vegetables, she snorted coldly and ignored her.
Jiang Yuan put down the firewood and returned to the east chamber.
Xiao Shitou was sitting on the threshold and jumped up when he saw her coming back.
He was holding a new windmill in his hand and his eyes were bright.
He wanted to get close to Jiang Yuan, but he was very reserved.
The whole person is very contradictory.
"Did you have a good time?"
"Um!"
Xiao Shitou nodded heavily to express his feelings.
This windmill is made of wood. The three fan blades of the windmill are polished very thin, and each fan blade is slightly curved, so it is easily blown up by the wind.
At first glance, it seems that a lot of thought has been put into it.
Little Shitou liked it very much and heard from his father that it was made by his mother.
Jiang Yuan smiled and touched his head.
Inside the house, Fu Jiu was writing.
Jiang Yuan picked out the straw from the basket and chose a place to dry it in the window of the wing. When she looked up, she saw Fu Jiu staring blankly at the pair of flip-flops she had brought back.
"Where did this... come from?"
"I picked it up." Jiang Yuan looked serious.
"Picked it up?" Fu Jiu frowned, is this time and space so messed up?
Can shoes be worn randomly?
Or, is there anyone else passing through here?
Jiang Yuan wrapped the flip-flops in a rag.
"What's this for?"
"I'll go to town tomorrow to sell."
Fu Jiu almost choked on her own saliva. Who would be so foolish as to buy a pair of flip-flops that had been worn by others?
"Why are you writing this?"
"Copy books and make money."
The two people looked at each other and saw the embarrassment of having no money in each other's eyes.
Okay, you're not stupid.
Jiang Yuan didn't stop him. After all, just copying a book would have little impact on his body.
"hiss……"
Fu Jiu took a breath and dropped the pen in her hand on the table with a clatter.
On his white fingers, a very thin line of blood was cut by the writing paper.
Jiang Yuan:???
Although paper can indeed cut the skin, the chance of it is extremely small.
What's more, the pages here are not as stiff as in the previous life.