Jian Qingtong sighed secretly, and resignedly continued to tidy up the messy space.

She also doesn't know what the principle of transmigrating books is. In short, the result is that she came here, and the space is still there, but the materials stored in it have changed.

It was as if it had been shaken vigorously and repeatedly.

And she had accumulated nearly a cubic crystal nucleus, and it was also consumed in the process, not even a trace of ashes was left, as if it had been absorbed by the power user's cultivation, and the water had no trace.

It's just the same, but it's not that she can't get in or out. She doesn't know when a small or large stone will be received in the space.

Should be a stone, right? It is extremely hard, immovable by a knife, and the density is amazing.

Jian Qingtong suspects that this thing is likely to be meteorite debris, but there is no way to verify it for the time being.

Of course, the chaos in the space is a pot of porridge, and there is also credit for this little thing rolling around and making trouble.

Jian Qingtong took some time to fix it. Worrying about radiation, he also woven a mental shield for the first time to isolate it from other things.

This is not a small project, it took her two days to complete, and then another day to recover.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off.

So far, she has not felt any discomfort, and even the materials in the space have not deteriorated.

Also because he was worried about radiation, Jian Qingtong didn't dare to throw garbage, and even didn't dare to let out the clean water that occupied the place.

She really doesn't want to experience the end of the world again, just in case.

Jian Qingtong glanced at the bare stone in the corner of the space again, no matter how many times she looked at it, she still felt ugly.

If only I could scrape some Momo to identify the ingredients.

She even used mental power to sharpen it on a whim, but unfortunately the idea was too good, and she couldn't even concentrate on the knife.

The strength is too weak, and it is not wrong to die.

Fortunately, she doesn't need a high level of force when she wears it in the peaceful age, as long as she fills her stomach and becomes an ordinary person.

And the food is so fresh and harmless!

Jian Qingtong put the scattered compressed biscuits, instant noodles, canned meat and other fast food back on the shelves one by one, followed by edible oil and various seasonings, vegetables, fruits, trees, grains, flowers and seeds, cleaning supplies, cosmetics and skin care products, and various cute pens. And Benzi...

"Wake up? Get up to wash and eat."

As soon as you open your eyes, someone will feel cold and warm, which is very novel.

Jian Qingtong rubbed her eyes and recognized the man sitting beside her reading a book - her new husband, Tang Yuanzheng.

The morning light was just right, falling on the man obliquely, as if giving him a circle of soft light, making his whole person look warm.

Jian Qingtong watched for two more seconds, and then realized that his eyelashes were so long, casting obvious shadows under his eyes.

"What time is it?"

She sat up slowly, her arms sore and numb, the sequelae of her poor sleeping posture last night.

"Seven o'clock."

Tang Yuanzheng raised his wrist to look at his watch and said,

"Go back and buy you a watch."

Jian Qingtong glanced at him and continued to knead her numb arm.

She had no intention of asking him for anything.

Besides, she has a computer in her space, and it can be used when it is charged. The timekeeping is much more accurate.

"No, I'll go to the toilet."

Jian Qingtong is not very good at rejecting others, and simply expresses her attitude and wants to avoid it to avoid possible disputes.

"I'm going to fetch water."

Tang Yuanzheng didn't say much, picked up the kettle and got up to wait for her.

"You go first."

Jian Qingtong lifted the quilt, moved his legs and put on his shoes, being preempted by Tang Yuanzheng.

"You sit." The

big palm supported her foot, picked up the cloth shoes and put them on.

Jian Qingtong shrank his toes, and resisted not kicking him:

"I don't have to do it myself!"

Tang Yuanzheng didn't lift his head, lifted the heel of the cloth shoes, lifted the shoelaces, and put them in the side shoe loops.

The other did the same.

He put her feet back on the ground and stood up, picked up the draped coat and handed it over:

"It's cold in the morning, wear more."

Jian Qingtong's face was hot, and there was a sense of suffocation from lack of oxygen in the brain.

She mechanically took the gown and put it on, not knowing where to put her eyes.

Tang Yuanzheng looked at her blushing face and felt a little uncomfortable.

But he is a man after all, and he should take care of his daughter-in-law.

"Would you like to comb your hair?"

After sleeping for one night, some disobedient hair ran out of the braid she didn't take apart, looking a little naive.

Tang Yuanzheng couldn't help but remember the picture of his hair and clothes tightly clinging to his body when he took her out of the river.

"Cough, it's inconvenient for you to have an injury on your head. I'll help you comb."

Tang Yuanzheng pulled the man down and sat down, reaching out for a comb.

"No need..."

Jian Qingtong still refused, but was interrupted firmly by him.

"You can't be so polite to me, we are a family."

He simply flipped over his schoolbag, but couldn't find a comb.

"You didn't bring it?"

Jian Qingtong secretly screamed badly, she washed before going to bed last night.

She swallowed nervously and said hesitantly,

"My sister and I live in the same room, and we use the comb together."

Tang Yuanzheng didn't expect this answer, and after a moment of silence, he said,

"Go back and buy it for you."

Jian Qingtong, who was almost exposed, did not dare to speak.

The two sat one after the other.

Tang Yuanzheng gently took apart her braids, combed them with his fingers, and braided her braids again.

Tang Yuanzheng looked serious, as if he was accomplishing some important task, completely destroying the originally charming and warm atmosphere.

"Is it tight? Just say it when it hurts."

He looked at the dazzling white gauze on the back of her head, moved lighter, and asked again,

"Do you want to change the gauze?"

Jian Qingtong shook her head, tugged her scalp and let out a soft moan. He couldn't move, and replied with a warm face:

"No need? I've been careful to avoid it, is there any bleeding?"

Tang Yuanzheng seemed to be enduring the pain, and his brows were even tighter when he heard her speech.

He still hurt her, obviously his hands are not stupid.

More practice.

"There's no blood, but the gauze needs to be changed frequently, otherwise the wound will easily become infected and inflamed. I'll change it for you after dinner."

Jian Qingtong opened his mouth and wanted to say no, the man unpredictably loosened the slightly crooked braids and pulled her out of sight. Get up and get her toiletries again.

"Where's your toothbrush and towel?"

Jian Qingtong looked desperate.

A toothbrush is as private as underpants, how can it be shared with others? She didn't bring it!

But she couldn't get it out at all in her space.

Let’s talk about the toothbrush. The handle is made of a new type of rubber material with excellent hand feel. The streamlined and smooth design perfectly fits her hand shape. The color of the sky blue and gold is fresh and romantic, showing the girl’s heart;

The brush head is also very soft and fine hair, as white as snow, there is a sense of happiness when brushing your teeth!

It's not at all comparable to the shoddy plastic toothbrushes nowadays.

Not to mention towels, new skin-friendly fabrics, pink and tender colors, and exquisite cartoon patterns, no matter how you look at them, they are not affordable for the poor Jian family.

What to do, she was a little panicked.

Tang Yuanzheng watched her blushing cheeks turn pale, her big foggy eyes seemed to be about to cry, and immediately realized that she had made a slip of the tongue.

As can be guessed from his wife's indescribable nickname, she had a hard time at her parents' house.

Even a comb has to be shared with the sisters, how can she have her own toothbrush and towel?

There are many people in the countryside who do not brush their teeth.

Tang Yuanzheng looked at her teeth subconsciously, and saw a little bit of white rice-like fangs biting on the light pink lips, biting out deep tooth marks.

"It's okay, go back and buy it for you, and use mine first."

Tang Yuanzheng wanted to stretch out his fingers and poke the lip she was biting on, so hard it would break it.

Fortunately, he didn't lose his sanity. He still pays attention to influences in public, and it is not easy to do particularly intimate actions, so he wants to lead her to open his mouth to speak.

"Think about what else you want to buy, write it down and buy it all when you go back."

Jian Qingtong hesitated, but did not reject his kindness.

The two walked slowly to the connection between the two carriages. Tang Yuanzheng protected her intentionally or unintentionally, trying not to have physical contact with people.

"The young couple are in a good relationship." As soon as

the two left, the young man sitting on the opposite bunk pushed his glasses, breathed a sigh of relief, and greeted his colleagues on the upper bunk to come down and chat, loosely.

"It's scary to be a soldier. I guess he's not a low-ranking official. His daughter-in-law seems to be from the village. She's rustic and doesn't look like a good match."

The male colleague held it back all morning, jumped off the railing, and vomited quickly.

"I think too. She had a gauze wrapped around her head. She couldn't be beaten by a man, right? The man looked so good, I didn't dare to talk casually.

" I eat each one of the rice.

"Don't say it, the person is back." The

woman on the opposite side reminded, a look of disgust appeared in her eyes.

A big man's tongue is so long, what can he do.

The two men immediately shut their mouths, smiled gratefully at her, and kept their eyes on her graceful figure and beautiful face.

The woman was wearing a bright red cashmere sweater, embroidered with big rich peonies on her chest, and dotted with white beads; her hair was permed into big waves, and she was loosely tied with a light blue handkerchief, which looked charming and gentle. Very attractive.

"Comrade, are you on a business trip alone? Where are you doing business?

"

The woman was condescending, and she could clearly see the messy nose hairs in his nostrils. She looked away in disgust, and replied coldly,

"Go home to visit relatives." The

spectacled youth thought she was shy and followed the stick:

"Where is my hometown? I'm A. Provincial people, my father is the director of the city machinery factory, my mother is an accountant, I work in the purchasing department, and this time I came out to buy a batch of raw materials for the factory, with a full four-digit fund!" The

woman didn't even look at it . to him. What does this have to do with her?

Seeing Tang Yuanzheng come back with a military kettle, she asked with a polite smile:

"Comrade, I'm a little afraid of heights, can you help me? I want to go down."

Tang Yuanzheng glanced at her and put the kettle on the small tea table , stood by and waited to give her a hand.

"I'm coming! You can go down with confidence, and I'll support you!"

The young man with eyes did not miss the opportunity to come forward to show his hospitality.

The colleague next to him also played the side drum:

"Wang Zhiren is very reliable, don't be afraid, don't worry, leave it to him!" The

young man with glasses gave his colleague a look at you, and he didn't want to be compared, so he said thoughtfully,

"Let's change the beds . It's more convenient for girls to sleep on the lower bunk, it's too unsafe to climb up and down."

Tang Yuanzheng stood on the spot and looked on, noncommittal.

The woman frowned slightly, not willing to answer the two who wanted to eat swan meat, and reluctantly smiled at Tang Yuanzheng who was like a wooden stake:

"Comrade, I'm coming down, please."

Before Tang Yuanzheng could respond, she gritted her teeth. , turned his back and tried to stretch his feet down.

"Ah, comrade help!"

What are you afraid of? The woman stepped on the air, and seemed to have no strength in her hands, and fell in panic.

Tang Yuanzheng took a quick step forward, caught the person, turned around feelingly, and met his wife's strange eyes.