The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 953 Liuli’s suicide note (1)

"It is within the original range, and it has roughly doubled in size. The extra area is full of things, um... There are food, weapons, explosives, books, food, clothes... "

While Qiao Mai used his consciousness to scan the extra things, he told Tong Sanlang one by one.

But every time she said the same thing, her frown became deeper, especially when talking about weapons, her brows became pimples, "I saw guns and ammunition..."

As Qiao Mai said, an extra gun appeared in his hand.

It was a real gun, and it was a sniper rifle, exactly the same as the one seen on TV.

When such a big thing was brought out, Tong Sanlang couldn't help but also opened his eyes wide, "Is this a gun?"

As for the gun, such a murderous weapon, Tong Sanlang naturally heard what Qiao Mai said.

But Qiao Mai didn't have any, so he couldn't show him the real thing.

But now Qiao Mai's space suddenly became larger, and there was such a weird looking gun inside!

Qiao Xiaomai then put the sniper rifle on the kang, and she had a few more guns in her hands, including exquisite pistols, rifles and submachine guns, etc. What, is this going to save the world..."

Qiao Xiaomai took out these dozens of guns and put them on the kang, "There are also explosives..."

Another bundle of explosives appeared in her hand, which was in the shape of firecrackers. Ten sticks were tied together into a bundle, "A lot of explosives..."

Tong Saburo "!!!"

He stared at the thing in Qiao Mai's hand, so shocked that he could no longer speak.

After Qiao Mai took out a bundle of explosives, his gaze shifted to the food again.

"What are these? Beef jerky?"

The food was all packed in transparent plastic bags, vacuum-packed, weighing hundreds of catties, except for some compressed biscuits. She looked at it and quickly averted her gaze.

"These books..." She took out one casually, it turned out to be an English textbook, she threw it back uninterested, and took out a few more to check, and then a look of embarrassment appeared on her little face.

These books looked like they were taken out of a university classroom. They were all textbooks. A pile of them weighed dozens of kilograms. They were piled together with some rough toilet paper on top.

Yes, toilet paper, very much like the loose toilet paper Qiao Mai saw when he was young, with stacks of not-so-clean toilet paper.

She frowned suspiciously, and quickly looked away.

Clothes, the clothes are obviously from later generations, there are summer clothes and winter clothes, piled together in a mess, some even have blood stains on them.

Now she frowned even more.

She quickly shifted her gaze again, then she scanned around again, and finally her gaze was fixed on the pile of grain.

It was a pile of wheat, which was not packed in sacks, but piled directly together. The pile was very high, and it seemed to weigh tens of thousands of catties.

On the top of the wheat pile, there are a few sheets of rice paper, which are very eye-catching.

She blinked, and took out the few sheets of rice paper.

Seeing the first line above, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is really the space of your mistress's great-grandmother!"

Tong Sanlang's attention was originally on the dozens of guns and explosives. He couldn't move, so he used the light of the flashlight to sweep over these things.

Hearing Qiao Maimai's words at this time, his gaze immediately turned to her, "What's the matter?"

"This is a letter from your mistress' great-grandmother! Look at the first sentence: I am Liuli, the master of this space."

Qiao Xiaomai changed her position as she spoke, she leaned on the head of the bed, let Tong Sanlang lean on her arms, she held the letter in front of Tong Sanlang, and watched it with him.

The letter was written in simplified Chinese characters. Tong Sanlang and Qiao Maimai had been living together for half a year, and they were already familiar with using simplified characters.

He stared at the content on the letter paper, his originally pale handsome face became darker and darker.

(End of this chapter)