Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang took the money and tickets from the third brother, counted them, and found they matched. He put the money and tickets into his inner pocket, said goodbye to Zhao Si, and left the courtyard.

Liu Xiangyang pretended to wander around the black market for over an hour, spent a dollar to buy some cloth, and then left the black market and headed out.

As Liu Xiangyang walked through the dark alley, he used his spiritual power to probe behind him and discovered that someone was following him.

Liu Xiangyang quickened his pace, then suddenly hid in the shadows around a corner, holding his breath.

The man followed, only to realize he'd lost them. As he was trying to figure out which way to go, Liu Xiangyang placed a hunting knife against his neck from behind: "Brother, you're too kind. This is enough."

The man turned deathly pale with fright. "I...I...I got lost while using the restroom and was just about to head back."

Liu Xiangyang grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, saying, "It's good that you're lost. Look, the way back is this way."

"Next time you get lost, you won't know if you'll run into a person or a ghost. If you do, they'll treat you like a bastard and bleed you dry." Liu Xiangyang sheathed his knife and forcefully shoved him, causing him to stumble.

After watching the person walk away, Liu Xiangyang circled around for a few more minutes to make sure there were no tails following him before carefully walking back to the vicinity of the warehouse.

Once he was sure the warehouse sentries hadn't spotted him, he hid in a shadowy spot, waiting for the black market to close. If this was their hideout, he'd take them all out; if not, he'd follow them to their lair.

During this time, people kept leaving, while others were brought over by Zhao Si and picked out some things to take with them.

At noon, the sound of packing up could be heard, and seven or eight people carrying their goods entered the courtyard.

"Fourth Brother, should we move the warehouse? It's been sitting here for almost ten days now. You said before that the warehouse should be moved around often." Judging from the voice, it should be Lai Zitang speaking.

Zhao Si: "You're right, it really is time to move to a different place. Has Lao San found a good spot yet?"

"Fourth Brother, I was just about to tell you. I've found it. I was planning to tell you about it tomorrow. It's in a courtyard not far from here."

Zhao Si: "Okay, let's move tomorrow then. Let's go to my place for drinks today. Leave one of the brothers here to keep watch, and I'll give him an extra dollar on his wages later."

"Take it easy on your drinking, don't fucking get drunk, okay? Let's go."

After Zhao Si and the others had arranged for the people to stay behind, they locked the courtyard gate from the outside.

Liu Xiangyang waited for another half hour to make sure Zhao Si and the others were really gone before emerging from the shadows.

Using his mental power to survey the courtyard, he saw that the person who stayed behind had an empty wine bottle at his feet and was drinking from another wine bottle.

"Damn it, they left me here all alone again, not letting me drink. I'm going to drink anyway." After downing the second bottle of wine, the man lay down in the room and fell asleep.

Liu Xiangyang wrapped the shoe with the homespun cloth he had bought, climbed over the wall, followed the tree into the yard, looked back, and saw that there were no shoe prints left.

Reaching the door, I tugged at the scarf again to make sure it covered my face, and carefully pushed the door open.

The person inside was already snoring. For his safety, Liu Xiangyang put him into his spatial storage and then began a thorough cleaning.

Televisions, watches, bicycles, sewing machines, cameras, phonographs, and clocks were all confiscated.

I picked out a Nikon F2 camera and all the film, so I can take better photos of my godmother and Xue Bingbing in the future.

I also got a radio, to keep Xue Bingbing, Le Qi, and Le Yao entertained.

I also picked out two men's watches to give to Liu Jianguo and Uncle Wu when I went back. I also picked out one of each style of women's watch, one for my mother and one for my older sister, and one for each of my own women.

Liu Xiangyang put the remaining whiskeys, hundreds of bottles of vodka, hundreds of kilograms of candy, and other items into his spatial storage without even looking at them.

The motorcycle and the gasoline can were also stored in the space.

It didn't take long to tidy up these things. Liu Xiangyang used his mental power to scan the entire yard, but found nothing.

It seems what they just said was true; the warehouse is changed every ten days or so. He's lucky.

After doing all this, Liu Xiangyang released the man who was still snoring and climbed over the wall to leave.

Back at the guesthouse, I climbed back to my room along the same route, closed the window, soaked my feet in hot water for a while, and then lay down on the bed.

As Liu Xiangyang tallied his gains in the space, he couldn't stop grinning. Something caught his attention.

"Sofy? Sofy? Is Sofy available now?" As a lesbian, Liu Xiangyang had bought this for many women.

Looking at the more than one hundred packs of Sofy cigarettes in the space, Liu Xiangyang knew what the best gift would be for Xue Bingbing and Le Qi, as well as a gift for their godmother.

Aside from not getting any money, most of the other things are still usable, especially the Honda CB350 motorcycle. I won't need to squeeze onto the bus anymore when I go to Harbin in the future.

There are also various kinds of food and ration coupons. Even if the four of them do nothing next year, they may not be able to use them all.

At seven o'clock, Liu Xiangyang woke up. He had to go to the training session today, so he decided to go early.

After washing up, he checked out of the hotel and, carrying his neatly rolled-up bedding, found a state-run restaurant in the crisp morning air. The restaurant was filled with the aroma of oil and coal smoke. He ordered a plate of golden, crispy fried dough sticks, two sesame seed cakes, and a bowl of steaming hot tofu pudding.

After eating and feeling warm, and with time running out, I picked up my luggage and headed to the city bureau on the next street.

After registering with the doorman, who appears in every book, I followed his directions to a large auditorium, where people were already coming and going.

Seventy or eighty burly men were gathered together, each with a cigarette in their mouth; an outsider might have thought there was a fire.

"Stop smoking! Put out your cigarettes! Hurry up and get into the auditorium, we're about to start the meeting!" A man in his thirties, dressed in a white uniform, appeared at the auditorium entrance. His voice was loud and clear, yet carried an unquestionable authority. He also had a lit cigarette between his fingers.

The crowd instinctively responded, cigarette butts were casually thrown on the ground and crushed underfoot, and everyone filed in in an orderly fashion.

Liu Xiangyang followed the crowd into the auditorium. The space inside was spacious, with rows of long wooden benches. In front of it was a slightly raised platform, and red portraits of leaders and slogans hung on the walls.

Liu Xiangyang found a less crowded spot near the aisle and sat down, placing the bedding on the chair next to him.

Looking around, I saw faces filled with anticipation, and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Several men in uniforms walked onto the stage, tapped the microphone on the table, and made a muffled "bang" sound.

"Quiet! Meeting is now in session!"