Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

"Didn't you say there were big changes on the way here? You didn't check properly just now, so check it again now."

"I was really afraid they would explode because of how you dealt with them just now," Chen Jie said, blushing.

"Then I'll carry out your instructions properly and make sure I understand them well." The two of them became shameless again.

Today is a workday, and Chen Jie went to work. Liu Xiangyang continued his treasure hunt. He had been to many places these past few days without finding anything, which aroused his competitive spirit. He didn't believe that these people could pack up so cleanly when they retreated.

He rode his bike to a cluster of abandoned buildings and heard from the people around him that it used to be a wealthy Jewish neighborhood. Later, the Japanese high command occupied the area, and before they surrendered, they destroyed all the buildings, which were originally intended to be repaired. But then... well, they came and left them abandoned.

He looked around, put his bicycle away, and came to a building that looked like a mansion. The building was relatively well preserved.

The mansion features a symmetrical design, a classical garden villa, and a yellow-white exterior with exquisite three-dimensional decorations.

Liu Xiangyang went inside and took a look around. The mansion had two floors above ground and one floor below ground. You can still see how luxurious the mansion was back then.

There was a large hall of over 300 square meters inside, used for banquets, and it was fully equipped, but now it has all been destroyed.

The walls and floors were dented and battered, and it was unclear which group of people had caused the damage. The glass in the doors and windows was gone, and the second floor was also completely destroyed.

Liu Xiangyang arrived at the basement, which was completely empty and had been emptied long ago. He casually scanned it with his mental power.

"Huh, there's another floor underground?" Liu Xiangyang carefully scanned the ground and discovered that there was another floor below the basement.

He searched carefully but couldn't find the entrance. That makes sense; if there really was an entrance, it would have been found long ago.

He used his decomposition ability to create an opening and discovered that the floor was really thick, almost half the thickness of his body. No wonder no one had noticed there was another layer underneath.

Liu Xiangyang jumped down and stood in this secluded second basement, his breath filled with the unique, dusty scent of aged wood mixed with a faint, exotic fragrance.

As the beam of the flashlight swept across, the wood that had been silent in the darkness for decades seemed to be awakened instantly, revealing a breathtaking texture.

Hainan rosewood has a warm amber luster under the light. The "ghost face" pattern and flowing texture on the cross-section of some large pieces are clearly visible even when covered in dust. They are treasures sculpted by time and nature.

Sandalwood (Pterocarpus santalinus) is a deep purplish-black color with extremely high density. Flashlight beams can hardly penetrate its surface, leaving only a heavy, dark glow that is calm and majestic.

The planks of Phoebe zhennan wood are stacked neatly, and when the angle of light changes, you can vaguely see the shimmering strands of golden crystals inside, like a galaxy in the dark night.

Rosewood is a deep, almost purplish color, with a hard texture and fine grain.

The small pile of agarwood, placed in a special way, had a twisted and peculiar shape. Even without getting close, one could smell a strange fragrance that had become more mellow and restrained over the years.

Any one of these pieces of wood would be priceless in the eyes of connoisseurs.

Here, there are hundreds of logs, most of which are large logs or large pieces that have already been processed into square pieces. Their value cannot be measured by the currency at that time.

This is entirely evidence of the crimes committed by Watanabe Mayu, the president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, who systematically plundered and accumulated power during the period of aggression.

Liu Xiangyang composed himself, walked to the small table, picked up the leather-covered notebook, and opened it. Inside were neat Japanese records, detailing the type, quantity, size, and date of the timber's arrival. Some records even indicated where or by whom it originally belonged. The last page was dated early August 1945.

The following lines were hastily written, roughly meaning: "The situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse. The last shipment has been delayed and must be sealed on-site immediately. The location is top secret. Those who come after us should follow the map to retrieve it and report back to the company."

Closing the notebook, Liu Xiangyang's eyes were icy. "Watanabe Mayu," he murmured the name, etching it firmly into his heart. "They stole what was ours, and now they think they can take it back someday? Dream on."

Without the slightest hesitation, he spread his spiritual power, carefully storing every precious piece of wood in the secret room, along with the crucial notebook, into his spatial storage, categorizing and storing them neatly.

In an instant, the once packed secret room became empty, leaving only a thick layer of dust on the floor and traces of the wooden supports on the walls.

After doing all this, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he carefully checked the surroundings of the secret chamber to make sure there were no other hidden compartments or omissions. Then, he looked up at the hole he had come down from.

Without leaving any obvious signs of damage, he carefully used his fusion ability to "repair" the incredibly heavy floorboards to their original state, restoring the bricks, concrete, and even any possible metal reinforcement layers in between to an almost seamless finish.

Only at the very innermost part did he leave an extremely subtle "mark" that only he himself could discern with his mental power, in case he needed to verify it again in the future.

He quietly withdrew from the main building of the mansion and took his bicycle out of his spatial storage. He glanced back at the yellow building, which looked even more dilapidated in the setting sun. Who would have thought that such astonishing wealth of plunder was once buried beneath its heavy foundation, and that it had now quietly changed hands?

As he rode his bike into the evening breeze, Liu Xiangyang's mood was completely different from when he arrived. This time, he was no longer seeking fragmented clues or small items, but rather intercepting an unimaginably large amount of physical wealth, as well as clear historical evidence and a clue pointing to a specific target for revenge.

Watanabe Mayu murmured to himself, his gaze fixed south, as if it could pierce through time and space. "I'll keep your 'treasure' for you. If we have the chance in the future, we'll settle this score properly."

When Liu Xiangyang rode his bicycle home, he saw Chen Jie cooking in the kitchen. She asked him when she saw him come back.

"You're back! Where did you go today?"

"Today I took a walk around these old buildings in Harbin. Apart from those used as offices, many of them are not maintained and many are destroyed."

Liu Xiangyang was in a good mood because he had acquired a large quantity of good timber, which he could use for his own collection or personal use.

He came up behind Chen Jie, put his arm around her waist, and took a deep breath: "What are we having for dinner tonight?"