In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

July 5, 1960, Peking University.

The cicadas outside the window chirped louder and louder, their hoarse calls stretching endlessly, making the tranquility of this summer afternoon even more profound, and even carrying a hint of imperceptible restlessness.

Yang Guangming sat on the lower bunk by the window, holding a book called "Introduction to Higher Mathematics" in his hands, but his eyes were not focused on the complex formulas and symbols.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused, piercing through the pages of the book, through the walls, as if landing in some distant, unknown dimension.

Three days have passed since that silent "awakening"—the unraveling of the "mystery of the womb."

The memories of the previous two lives, sealed away by time and space, are like an ancient river buried deep beneath a glacier suddenly thawing, carrying a vast amount of information and accumulated emotions, surging and harmoniously flowing into the stream of this nineteen-year life.

In his first life, he was a personal secretary to a top billionaire living in the 21st century.

It was an era in which capital and technology swept everything. He witnessed the pinnacle of extravagance and saw through the undercurrents beneath. Through repeated extreme challenges, he honed his extraordinary mind and adaptability.

In his second life, he became Yang Guangming, a seventeen-year-old youth in Shanghai in 1969.

With the help of his awakened portable refrigerator space and the extraordinary skills honed in his previous life, he not only carefully protected his family during that turbulent and often stormy era, but also navigated the gaps in policies with ease.

He quietly built a business empire spanning multiple fields, accumulating wealth that rivaled that of a nation, and ultimately lived a peaceful life to the age of 110, passing away without illness—a true legend.

And now, this is the third incarnation.

Now, in this body of only nineteen years old, the bits and pieces of his growth over the previous nineteen years, the simple emotions of a rural boy, his thirst for knowledge, his concern for his family, and his soul that has experienced the ups and downs of two lifetimes and tasted the vicissitudes of life have completely blended together and become one.

When I think of my mother, grandmother, and sister in the rural area of ​​Ying County, Hebei Province, the heart-wrenching longing and sense of responsibility I feel are so natural and genuine, without any sense of distance or unfamiliarity.

The original owner of this body, or rather, "himself," lived a promising first nineteen years.

With an indomitable spirit and considerable talent, he struggled out of his seemingly ordinary but actually somewhat special rural family and was admitted to this prestigious university that countless people look up to.

He said his family was "not ordinary" because his father, who was only forty years old, was a senior colonel with real power and a prominent position.

However, this dazzling halo failed to illuminate the lives of the original owner and her family.

In 1952, my parents went through divorce proceedings, and my father quickly remarried.

He and his younger sister continued to live a poor and arduous life in their hometown of Ying County, Hebei Province, in that typical northern village, with their mother and elderly grandmother.

Aside from sending some living expenses regularly, my father has almost no other contact or care.

Fortunately, the original owner of this body had shown extraordinary intelligence and talent since childhood, and also possessed a tenacious spirit that refused to admit defeat.

Through his hard work, he overcame numerous obstacles, progressing from village primary school to county high school, and finally, in the summer of 1958, received an admission letter from Peking University, the most prestigious university that countless people looked up to, becoming the pride of his hometown and surrounding areas.

Today marks the official start of summer vacation at school, and the dormitory building is much noisier than usual.

The corridor was filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps, laughter of young students saying goodbye, and promises being made to each other; a restless atmosphere of eager anticipation filled the air.

Yang Ming has already bought his train ticket home for the day after tomorrow. A thin ticket carries a heavy weight of homesickness.

The reason he specifically set aside a day was because he needed to deal with the most urgent matter at hand—getting some cash.

As an ordinary college student in this era, the original owner of this body was used to living in poverty.

After deducting necessary living expenses and the purchase of that precious train ticket home, he searched through all his pockets, piled the scattered bills and coins on the bed, counted them carefully three times, and finally confirmed that he only had five yuan and sixty cents left of all his belongings.

Five yuan and sixty cents—in an era of extreme scarcity where almost all necessities were rationed, the amount one could accomplish was pitifully limited. To think that such a sum could improve one's family's plight was nothing short of a pipe dream.

It is absolutely impossible to make him suffer like most people who are struggling in this era.

Others have no choice but to suffer.

But he has a knack for making things happen. If he continues to suffer as before without making any changes, then he's just making things difficult for himself.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Having experienced the previous two lives, especially the second one where he was incredibly wealthy and lived a life of luxury, Yang Guangming simply could not bear this feeling of being penniless and living hand to mouth.

This is not simply a desire for material enjoyment, but a basic need for control over one's own and one's family's destiny.

More importantly, having integrated the memories of this life, he knew better than anyone that the next two years would be the most difficult period for this land, especially for the vast rural areas.

My mother and grandmother work tirelessly day and night. My younger sister is at a crucial age for growth, but they suffer from hunger year after year, and their faces are sallow.

He had to bring money back, and he also had to bring back some supplies that wouldn't arouse suspicion, so that his family could get through the current crisis.

His desire for a better quality of life and his yearning to control his own destiny made it impossible for him to accept his current state of abject poverty.

More importantly, his fundamental reliance—the magical 900-liter refrigerator space—once again faithfully followed his soul through the ordeal.

His consciousness gently touched that stable and familiar space that existed deep in his mind, feeling the "fulfillment" of it being filled to the brim with all kinds of supplies. The last trace of uncertainty in Yang Guangming's heart completely dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of peace and joy.

To have one's consciousness remain after death, to travel through time again, and to live a third life—this is nothing short of incredible luck and destiny.

Not only does the cheat code still exist, but what pleases him even more is that the meticulous preparations and resource replacements he made at the end of his life in the previous life, after realizing that the refrigerator space was very likely to accompany him on a new journey, have also become the basic template for the daily refresh of the space in this life.

In his previous life, during the final stage of his life, he mobilized a large amount of resources at his disposal, no longer pursuing the quantity of a single item, but striving for "less is more, more refined and more extensive", covering as much as possible the needs for survival, development, risk avoidance and even enjoyment in different eras.

In terms of personal combat capabilities and crisis response, he prepared disassembled, state-of-the-art individual equipment components. Although each component was in small quantities, the key parts were complete, enough to assemble a powerful and deterrent weapon when needed.

There are also specially designed small listening and monitoring devices, small drones, multi-functional small cutting machines, and a minimalist but incredibly powerful comprehensive wilderness survival gear set.

These were all categorized and properly placed in specific corners of the space.

In terms of hard currency, he had stockpiled fifty kilograms of extremely pure gold, with a volume of about 2.59 liters, piled up in a corner, gleaming with an eternal and alluring luster.

There were also a small number of easily circulated silver dollars and small-denomination silver bars, in case of unforeseen needs during special periods.

Various natural gemstones and jade, such as jadeite, pearls, Hetian jade, Tianhuang stone, chicken blood stone, diamonds, rubies and sapphires, as well as a small amount of high-precision synthetic gemstones, also occupy some space. These are all hard currencies that transcend time.

He even considered the possibilities of agricultural development and prepared various high-yield crop varieties, hoping to play a role in improving people's livelihoods when needed.

Medicines are of paramount importance; they are a life-saving resource in critical moments.

A fully equipped first-aid kit that covers almost all common diseases is naturally indispensable. It contains not only a large number of antibiotics, antipyretics and analgesics, a complete set of wound cleaning, suturing and bandaging supplies, but also medications for chronic diseases such as heart disease and high blood pressure.

In addition, he prepared vaccines for various important infectious diseases, as well as a variety of precious natural Chinese medicinal materials, such as wild ginseng of sufficient age, deer antler, top-grade bezoar, and natural musk, all of which were carefully selected and professionally packaged to maintain their efficacy.

In terms of technology and knowledge, he brought a fully charged, state-of-the-art high-performance laptop and a mobile phone, each equipped with a high-capacity backup battery.

In addition, there are twenty rigorously selected portable hard drives containing a vast amount of interdisciplinary electronic data—from the most basic scientific principles, detailed technical manuals for various industrial and agricultural sectors, cutting-edge medical knowledge and surgical atlases, to complete historical archives, databases of Chinese and foreign literary works, and even some important business data models and social development trend analysis reports.

These are invaluable seeds of knowledge and treasures he left for any unknown future.

The necessary clothing and footwear were also fully considered from the perspectives of the four seasons and different social classes, and even included various high-pressure compressed fabrics, compressed cotton, compressed silk, compressed down, compressed cashmere, and compressed wool and cashmere yarn.

He even prepared several pairs of nearsighted glasses and reading glasses with different prescriptions, from low to high, to cope with changes in his vision.

Food was an even larger category, and he prepared enough food to cope with everything from wilderness survival to daily necessities.

From high-energy, high-nutrient compressed dry rations and various military canned goods, to vacuum-packed rice, flour, cooking oil, compound seasonings, and various vegetables that are easy to store for a long time, and then to some vacuum-packed cooked foods, snacks that can be stored for a long time, and comprehensive vitamin and mineral supplements.

The entire 900-liter refrigerator space was crammed full of these astonishingly diverse supplies, fitting perfectly without wasting a single liter of volume.

The placement of each item has been carefully considered to ensure maximum space utilization.

Of course, there are many kinds of items, but very few in number.

With this time travel, the refrigerator space, this magical cheat code, has also gained some new and more powerful functions.

First and foremost, the items that are refreshed are based on the resource templates he had prepared in his previous life.

Every day at midnight, the unoccupied fixed locations within the space will be refreshed with the exact same supplies that were previously stored there, in terms of quantity, quality, and packaging.

Secondly, within a two-meter radius around him, he can directly collect or release small items with his mind, no longer needing to touch the target with his hands as before. This undoubtedly greatly enhances the stealth and convenience of the operation.

Third, he can use the mysterious connection between the refrigerator space and reality to achieve a certain degree of "psychic vision," and can clearly "see" everything within a two-meter radius around him, regardless of whether there are walls, cabinets, or other obstacles in between.

This can be described as a miraculous technology for early warning and detection.

Of course, some of the original basic rules of the space, such as: once an item is moved from a position in the space, it is considered fixed and will no longer disappear due to refresh; replacing the original item in an empty position will terminate the refresh of that position, etc., have not changed.

Now, in 1960, the nationwide shortage of supplies was extremely severe.

The various foods that are constantly being replenished in the refrigerator are undoubtedly the most urgently needed and the most effective way to solve immediate problems.

With these, at least he and his immediate family members had their basic food needs met.

After securing the most basic means of survival, acquiring cash, the universal currency of this era, has become the most realistic and urgent issue.

He needed funds to immediately improve the lives of his mother, grandmother, and sister back in his hometown, and to lay the foundation for any future plans and actions.

Selling spatial resources is undoubtedly the quickest way to monetize them.

His consciousness quickly scanned the dazzling array of supplies in the space, and he swiftly made a decision.

Gold and gemstones were ruled out first.

These items are too valuable and too conspicuous. In the current environment of high planning and strict control, selling them in large quantities could easily cause unnecessary trouble, or even lead to annihilation.

While food and finished medicines are equally precious, selling them in large quantities at this critical juncture, with their origins completely unexplained, carries an extremely high risk and is akin to playing with fire.

Ultimately, his gaze fell upon those precious Chinese medicinal herbs, especially natural bezoar.

He clearly remembered the information he learned at the Jishetang in Shanghai in his previous life: natural bezoar was one of the precious medicinal materials that were strictly controlled by the state and subject to unified purchase and sales.

State-owned time-honored pharmacies like Tongrentang will purchase goods according to the plans and prices set by the state. The prices are not cheap, and the process is relatively formal with invoices and receipts, so the risks are controllable.

He decided to sell a portion of the top-grade natural bezoar stored in the space.

The space contains top-grade natural bile chromium, with a pure golden color, clear texture, and is commonly known as "black gold chromium." It has a rich and unique aroma and is of excellent quality.

Based on my memory of the approximate purchase price during that period, this grade of gallstone of this quality should have cost between 65 and 80 yuan per gram.

He doesn't need too much; his initial plan is to sell thirty to fifty grams.

At the highest price of 80 yuan per gram, 30 grams would cost 2,400 yuan!

In an era when the average worker's monthly salary was only thirty or forty yuan, this was an astonishing sum of money.

This will be enough to ensure that he will not have to worry about basic living expenses for a long time to come, and will be able to effectively improve his family's situation.

The goals are clear and the ideas are clear.

Yang Guangming decided that he would go to Tongrentang, the most famous old brand in Kyoto, the next morning to sell this portion of bezoar.

July 6th, morning.

The campus was even emptier and quieter than yesterday. My other five roommates had already embarked on their journeys home yesterday afternoon and early this morning.

The six-person room, which was originally a bit crowded, was now empty except for him. The beds were all empty, making it seem exceptionally spacious and also exceptionally quiet.

He changed into a faded white short-sleeved shirt with some wear on the collar and cuffs, and a pair of dark old trousers with slightly bulging knees. On his feet were cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole that his mother had sewn stitch by stitch under the kerosene lamp.

This outfit is the most ordinary student look of this era, and it doesn't attract any attention at all.

He walked to the small square mirror behind the dormitory door, where the mercury had peeled off and the image was blurry, and carefully straightened his collar.

The mirror reflected a young, heroic, and rugged face, with a hint of childishness still lingering in his eyes. However, his deep eyes held a composure, calmness, and insight far beyond his years, a unique charm born from the experience of life.

He immersed his consciousness into the space and carefully wrapped about thirty grams of golden, blocky or petal-shaped natural bezoar in a piece of light yellow oil paper that he had prepared beforehand.

To better reflect the characteristics of a "family collection," he even gently tapped off a small piece to remove some fragments, making the edges look less neat.

He carefully placed the oil paper package into the worn canvas bag, then opened the dormitory door and went out.

The summer sun poured down relentlessly, scorching the earth, and the air seemed to distort slightly from the intense heat. The leaves of the locust trees by the roadside drooped listlessly, and the cicadas' chirping sounded weak and listless, as if steamed by the heatwave.

He pushed the borrowed second-hand bicycle out of the school gate, hopped on, and skillfully navigated the streets of Kyoto.

Kyoto in the 1960s was a completely different scene from the Shanghai he had lived in for a long time in his previous life.

The streets are wider and straighter, with a well-organized layout, giving them a grand and expansive feel.

But there are very few motor vehicles on the street, and the occasional bus, jeep or truck that drives by can attract the attention of pedestrians.

Bicycles are the absolute mainstream, flowing like a tide on dedicated bike lanes.

Many of them had a kind of resilience honed by a long and arduous life, as well as a pale complexion caused by malnutrition.

The large slogans and propaganda posters painted on the walls on both sides of the street are brightly colored and have strong lines. They are full of high morale and distinct characteristics of the times, silently proclaiming the theme of this era.

Following his memory of the directions and the road signs, he occasionally dismounted to politely ask one or two pedestrians who seemed to be locals for directions, riding towards the front gate. About an hour later, he finally saw the "Tongrentang" sign with black background and gold lettering hanging above the ancient lintel.

The golden signboard shines brightly in the sunlight, exuding a sense of weight and solemnity that has been accumulated over a century of trials and tribulations.

After parking his bicycle, he stood outside the shop to calm his slightly rapid breathing from cycling, straightened his clothes, and then stepped across the threshold that exuded the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

The store was more spacious than I had imagined, and the light streaming in through the tall windows made it bright and quiet.

The huge, dark red wooden medicine cabinet occupied almost an entire wall, with countless small drawers covered with neatly written labels bearing the names of the medicines in calligraphy.

Several elderly craftsmen, some with gray hair and others wearing arm sleeves, were working silently behind the long glass counter. Some were weighing medicine with delicate steelyards, while others were grinding medicinal powder with copper pestles and mortars. Their movements were slow, steady, and meticulous, and their expressions were focused and peaceful.

The rich, complex, and mellow aromas of various herbs blend together, permeating every corner of the shop and creating a unique and comforting atmosphere.

Yang Guangming didn't rush to speak. He glanced around and then walked towards an old pharmacist who had just finished serving an elderly woman who was getting her medicine. The old pharmacist was now taking a break and carefully wiping the scale in his hand with a soft cloth.

The old master was about sixty years old, with neatly combed hair, a lean face, and a kind expression.

He stepped forward and, speaking respectfully in Mandarin with a slight Hebei accent, asked, "Master, hello. Excuse me, does Tongrentang buy medicinal herbs?"

The old pharmacist looked up from above his reading glasses and glanced at the young man, who looked like a student and was simply dressed. Seeing that the young man was quite amiable, he put down his scales and replied:

"Yes, we buy them. As long as it's a legitimate medicinal herb that's permitted by policy and needed by the shop, we'll buy it. Young man, what kind of medicinal herbs are you looking to sell?"

"It's a bit of natural bezoar left by an elder in my family."

Yang Guangming lowered his voice slightly, but made sure the other party could hear him clearly, "I've always treasured this. I heard that Tongrentang has the best reputation and the fairest prices, so I took the liberty of bringing it here and would like to ask you, Master, to take a look and see if it's worth accepting."

"Natural bezoar?" The old pharmacist's eyes narrowed slightly, and his previously relaxed expression immediately became serious. He subconsciously pushed up his reading glasses. "This stuff is really rare these days, especially good quality ones. Did you bring a sample? According to regulations, I need to check the quality first before deciding whether to buy it and at what price."

"I brought it, I brought it," Yang Guangming replied hastily, taking the canvas bag off his shoulder, opening the inner pocket, carefully taking out the light yellow oil paper package, placing it on the clean glass counter, and gently opening it layer by layer.

When the last layer of oil paper was peeled off, revealing the golden, oily, and naturally cracked bezoar block, the old pharmacist seemed to pause for a moment.

The ample light inside the store illuminates the surface of the bezoar, giving it a warm and dazzling golden luster. At the same time, a unique and clear "bezoar" fragrance is faintly emitted, not strong, but very penetrating.

The old pharmacist immediately took out a magnifying glass with a handle from under the counter, brought it close, almost pressed his face against the counter, and carefully examined the piece of bezoar.

He watched with extreme focus, sometimes adjusting the angle to observe the color and texture, sometimes gently touching it with a specially made small jade stick to feel its crispness, and sometimes bringing it close to his nose to deeply inhale its aroma.

His expression grew increasingly serious as he examined the area, and his eyes revealed a growing sense of surprise and admiration.

After a good five or six minutes, the old pharmacist slowly straightened up, put down the magnifying glass, and looked at Yang Guangming with a completely different gaze, filled with obvious amazement:
"Young comrade, your bezoar... is truly of exceptional quality! Its color is a pure golden yellow, its texture is clear and naturally formed, its texture is crisp, and its aroma is pure and long-lasting. In my opinion, this is absolutely top-grade bezoar, and even the finest among them!"

"This item is too valuable for me to decide. Please wait a moment; I need to go and fetch our Manager Wang immediately to make the decision personally."

After the old pharmacist finished speaking, he nodded to Yang Guangming, turned around, and quickly walked into the doorway leading to the back room.

A short while later, a middle-aged man, around forty years old, wearing a crisp dark Zhongshan suit, with neatly combed slicked-back hair and a calm and capable demeanor, followed the old pharmacist out.

The experienced pharmacist introduced, "Young man, this is our store's manager, Manager Wang."

Manager Wang smiled and nodded to Yang Guangming as a greeting, then his gaze fell on the bezoar on the counter.

Without saying much, he picked up a magnifying glass and repeated the old pharmacist's meticulous inspection process, examining everything even more slowly and carefully than the old pharmacist.

During this time, he looked up and asked seemingly casually, "Young comrade, what's the origin of this bezoar..."

Yang Guangming had already prepared his explanation, and at the opportune moment, he revealed a perfectly timed look of embarrassment and helplessness, replying sincerely:

"Manager Wang, to be honest, this was left to me by my grandfather's generation. This is all that's left. My family has always treasured it and been reluctant to use it."

Recently… my family has encountered some practical difficulties, and we were really desperate, so my mother asked me to bring this to Kyoto to see if I could exchange it for some money to tide us over.”

His words were half true and half false, explaining both the source and the reason for his actions, which was reasonable and unlikely to attract further investigation.

Moreover, bezoar has an extremely long shelf life, and is considered to be indefinitely preserved, so its price will not be affected by the storage time.

After listening, Manager Wang nodded, a look of understanding on his face. In this day and age, this was clearly not the first time he had encountered a similar situation.

He didn't ask for any more details and turned his attention back to the bezoar.

Finally, Manager Wang put down the magnifying glass, a satisfied look on his face. He straightened up and said to Yang Guangming seriously:

"Young comrade, we have examined the item, and it is indeed a rare and excellent piece, in top condition."

In accordance with the spirit of the "Notice on the Graded Purchase Price of Domestic Bezoar" jointly issued by the Ministry of Commerce and the State Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the benchmark purchase price for top-grade natural bezoar in good condition is 65 to 80 yuan per gram.

This piece of bezoar you have is of superior quality by any standard. Our Tongrentang is willing to purchase it at the highest standard, which is eighty yuan per gram. Do you find this price acceptable?

Eighty yuan per gram! The highest price in the standard!
Yang Guangming was very satisfied.

In an era where every penny is precious, more than two thousand yuan is undoubtedly a huge sum of money that can change the fate of many people.

This is enough to ensure that he will not have to worry about basic living expenses for a long time to come, and to significantly improve the lives of his mother, grandmother and sister back in his hometown.

This amount of money wasn't enough to stir his emotions, but he still feigned excitement, even showing a hint of relieved gratitude, and quickly nodded, saying:

"Yes, absolutely. We'll go with the price you mentioned, Manager Wang. Thank you, thank you, sir!"

The transaction went exceptionally smoothly.

Manager Wang personally weighed it using the store's precision scale, and the result showed exactly 35 grams, no more, no less.

Then, he issued a formal purchase voucher in duplicate, on which the product name "Premium Natural Gallbladder Yellow", weight "35 grams", unit price "80 yuan per gram", and total amount "2,800 yuan" were clearly and forcefully written in pen, and stamped with the bright red official seal of Tongrentang's finance department.

He handed one of the receipts to Yang Guangming.

Then, Manager Wang led Yang Guangming to the finance department, where the finance staff took out a stack of brand-new banknotes from a locked drawer.

The finance staff, in full view of the sunlight, skillfully began the inventory count.

Only after confirming that everything was correct did he solemnly hand it over to Yang Guangming.

"Young man, here is exactly two thousand eight hundred yuan. Please count it carefully. We will not be responsible for the money after you leave, as you must have counted it in person." Manager Wang kindly instructed.

"Okay, thank you, Manager Wang." Yang Guangming took the cash, a sense of relief welling up inside him.

He quickly counted them on the spot.

"Thank you, Manager Wang!" he said sincerely again.

"You're welcome, it's what we should do." Manager Wang's smile became even more gentle. "Young man, if you have any good medicinal herbs at home in the future, or if you come across them yourself, please feel free to bring them to Tongrentang. We will definitely give you a fair price."

"Definitely, definitely! I trust Tongrentang's reputation." Yang Guangming agreed, said goodbye again, turned around, and walked steadily out of Tongrentang's door.

Bathed again in the somewhat scorching summer morning sun, watching the hurried flow of people on the street making a living and the jingling bicycle bells, he felt that even the air had become much fresher.

Having money in your pocket makes you feel at ease.

He didn't linger on the street, got on his old bicycle, and rode straight back towards the Peking University campus.

With money in hand, the longing for family and the eagerness to return home burned even brighter, like a flame doused with oil.

Back in Ying County, my mother, grandmother, and younger sister must be enduring hunger and the summer heat right now.

He had to get back as soon as possible; first and foremost, he needed to make sure his family had a proper meal.

Then, he also needs to make a long-term and prudent plan for this family that lacks able-bodied men.

His thoughts drifted far away, and this long-term plan would probably ultimately have to be implemented by his father, who held a high position but was estranged from his family.

When I returned to the Peking University campus, it was almost noon.

The dormitory building was even quieter than in the morning, as if it were an empty building. His six-person dormitory room was still empty except for him, making it seem even more spacious.

Finally having a private space where he could be completely alone and undisturbed, Yang Guangming decided to treat himself to a good meal, as his body had been in a state of semi-starvation and severely lacking in nutrients.

During the three days he was transported here, he was in a communal environment and spent almost every day with his roommates. He could only occasionally sneak a small amount of food with little taste from his space to fill his stomach when no one was looking.

Although thanks to the supplies provided by the space, I didn't experience the same dizziness and lightheadedness from hunger as other students during these past few days, it was far from being a case of eating well, let alone having a balanced diet.

This young body, every cell screaming with craving for food, calories, and fat.

He carefully closed the dormitory door, walked to the center of the room, and his consciousness sank into the refrigerator space.

First, he took out a meat bun that still had the cool smell of the refrigerator.

The buns were quite large, with white and soft dough. Although they were cold, you could still smell the unique aroma of wheat and meat filling, an incredibly tempting scent.

This is one of the six meat buns that are updated daily on this page, with a classic pork and chive filling.

He didn't care about anything else, nor did he need to hide it anymore. He opened his mouth and began to wolf down the food.

The cold bun skin and filling were quickly chewed in his mouth, and the long-lost, rich meaty aroma and oily texture instantly conquered his long-arid taste buds, and a huge sense of satisfaction rushed from his stomach to the top of his head.

I barely had time to savor it before a fist-sized meat bun was quickly devoured.

A long-lost, satisfying feeling of being filled with food returned to my stomach. But the body's hunger seemed to have only just been fully awakened, and the craving was even stronger.

He immediately picked up a three-delicacy bun. This time, he tried to slow down a bit to savor the rich and savory flavor of shrimp, egg, and chives filling his mouth, but his hunger instincts still made him eat very quickly.

After eating two substantial meat buns in a row, he forced himself to stop.

Reason told him that this body's digestive system had long lacked oil and water, and its gut microbiota had adapted to coarse grains and wild vegetables. Suddenly consuming too much greasy meat protein might not be able to withstand it, and could cause diarrhea or other discomfort.

He needs to gradually improve his diet to allow his body time to adapt.

Resisting the urge to continue indulging, he instead took out two vacuum-packed, tempting dark brown braised eggs, along with a few delicate snacks—a piece of mung bean cake, a piece of walnut shortbread, and a piece of sponge cake.

He slowly ate the pastries and braised eggs with a glass of cool boiled water. The sweet pastries and savory braised eggs soothed his restless stomach and provided him with enough carbohydrates and protein.

Feeling about 70-80% full and no longer feeling empty in his stomach, he decisively stopped eating.

Although his taste buds and brain were still clamoring for him to "continue," he knew the truth that "overeating is harmful," especially after a long period of hunger, he needed to exercise restraint.

He walked to the window, looked out at the quiet campus that was bleached white by the scorching sun, and slowly drank the last sip of cool boiled water from his kettle.

The feeling of fullness brings a rare, inner peace and languor, making even the glaring sunlight and the hoarse cicada chirping outside the window seem bearable, and even a little pleasant.

At noon, he lay on the hard bed, covered with an old piece of clothing, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. This was the most restful and profound sleep he had had in the three days since he crossed over.

When he woke up in the afternoon, the sun was already setting. He stretched and felt refreshed, as if his whole body was full of energy. The effects of sufficient sleep and high-quality food were immediate.

He began packing his luggage for going home.

In fact, he didn't need to bring many personal items. A few changes of old clothes with many patches, a few professional books, and densely written class notes—that was all he had in his luggage.

Important items, such as the huge sum of 2,800 yuan, as well as various emergency supplies stored in the space, can be retrieved from the space at any time.

In those days, it was explicitly forbidden to carry items such as grains when traveling by train.

To be on the safe side, he decided to wait until he got off the train, before returning to Ying County or his village, to find a completely safe and secluded place to rearrange the food, making sure that a large amount of it was suitable to be taken out, and to make it look like it was purchased or brought back from Kyoto.

Now, he only needs to travel light and avoid any unnecessary trouble.

He carefully folded the old clothes and stuffed them into the worn-out, slightly faded canvas travel bag.

The books were also placed inside, tightly bound with hemp rope.

Looking at the simple, even somewhat shabby, luggage bag, Yang Guangming was filled with anticipation for his journey home tomorrow.

Everything is ready. I'm just waiting for tomorrow morning to head to the train station and board that green train to my hometown.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze once again fixed on the view outside the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun was trying to penetrate the murky air, gilding the ancient campus buildings and lush tree canopies with a warm and nostalgic golden hue.

Having transmigrated to my third life, a new life is about to begin.

He was tired of the struggles and hardships of his previous two lives, and he hoped that this life would be easy and carefree.

Night gradually enveloped the campus. The dormitory lights were off, and the light quickly dimmed, blurring the outlines of objects.

Yang Guangming's thoughts, like the night outside the window, spread out, deep and far-reaching.

Until the bright moonlight quietly rose, casting a cool and bright glow on the cement floor through the window without curtains.

He slowly lay down, resting his head on his arms, gazing at the blurry moonlight casting shadows on the ceiling, his heart filled with clarity and peace.

Tomorrow, I'm going home. (End of Chapter)