After cleaning the training center, He Jingyi rushed home to make dinner. When she got home today, she didn't cook immediately, but took out the only 41 yuan and 7 'cents' left in the family from the 'drawer' and looked at the money in a daze.

In that class this afternoon, when the "old gods" asked them to write down something on a blank piece of paper that they wanted to control, He Jingyi wrote down the word "money" without thinking.

Strictly speaking, money is not something He Jingyi wants to "control", but something she desperately needs - she and her mother's extremely embarrassing life really need money. When there is a problem with basic food and clothing, other things become less important. The "old gods" said that they wanted 50 of them to fight each other, and finally won one such thing, He Jingyi didn't particularly care. She only hopes that she can really have the ability to control or get money and change the current situation in life.

At this moment, she stared at the more than forty yuan in her hand, and wanted to verify whether she had really gained the superpower to control money. If anything, He hopes that the money will increase by a factor of 10 or 100 quickly. She prayed silently in her heart.

But a few minutes passed, and the money in his hand did not increase at all, how much or how much.

He Jingyi smiled bitterly in her heart—what was I expecting? Watching banknotes go from 1 to 10 and 10 to 100? Don't dream, it's a fairy tale.

She sighed in frustration, put the money back in the drawer, and went to the kitchen to cook. Today's dish is only the same, gherkins soaked in salt water.

He Jingyi cooks the food, feeds her mother first, and then eats it herself.

After washing the dishes, He Jingyi wanted to read a book for a while. But she glanced at the 'drawer' where the money was placed, and couldn't help but want to see if there would be a miracle.

Please, God, let this happen. Let me have the money to maintain the basic expenses of this family, and I am satisfied, and I don't ask for too much.

She closed her eyes and pulled open the drawer. After reciting the words of my heart three times, I opened my eyes.

There was 40,000 yuan lying in the 'drawer'.

He Jingyi wished it was like this, but sadly, what she saw was still the pitiful, neatly folded forty-one yuan and seven 'cents' of money.

This time, He Jingyi was really desperate. Instead of holding on to such unrealistic fantasies, she walked over to the small shabby wooden table, turned on the small lamp with a 15-watt light bulb, and read an old book from a second-hand book stall. What happened in that class this afternoon, she thought it was a joke from heaven.

At 11 o'clock, He Jingyi helped her mother wash her face and wipe her body before washing herself. After that, I lay down on the rickety little 'bed' and fell asleep.

At night, He Jingyi had a dream.

She carried forty-one yuan and seven 'cents' in her arms, and walked on her way to school. Along the way, there are shops and food stalls selling all kinds of snacks, and it makes your mouth water. Even in her dreams, He Jingyi knew that her financial situation did not allow her to 'spend' money, but she couldn't help but ask the owner of one of the potato-selling potatoes: "How much is a portion?" ”

"Five 'cents'." The boss smiled and said, "Let's have one, little girl." ”

Five 'dime' money? He Jingyi was surprised, so cheap? She knows that the average pot of potatoes is four or five yuan a piece.

"That'...... Let's have a copy. He Jingyi said.

"Okay." The boss sandwiched a few fried golden buttery potatoes, chopped them into small pieces, sprinkled them with various spices and green onion 'flowers', and put them in a cardboard box, filling a large bowl - served to He Jingyi.

He Jingyi ate potatoes and went to school. The food stall owners along the way were all greeting her - "Little girl, let's have a bowl of cold noodles, a bowl of five 'cents' money." "Do you want a barbecue 'meat' skewer? One dollar and five strings. "Ice cream, popsicles, two 'dime' dollars."

He Jingyi thought it was incredible (of course she didn't realize it was a dream). What's going on? Caught up with any promotions? Why is everything so cheap?

This kind of thing is too 'tempting' for He Jingyi. She couldn't help but buy two or three more snacks, and she used less than two yuan in total.

I bought and ate all the way to school, and finally arrived at school. He Jingyi found that the school in front of her was the primary school she had studied before. She was in a daze, and a little 'girl' in a school uniform walked by her, who was her former primary school classmate Liu Siyang. When she saw that she had bought so many snacks, she said in surprise: "He Jingyi, you are really rich, buy so much food!" ”

Being said to be "rich" is the first time in He Jingyi's life - even in a dream.

"Where, these things are very cheap today, so I bought them." He Jingyi explained.

"Is it cheap?" Liu Siyang said suspiciously, "It's this price every day." ”

"Ah, really?" He Jingyi couldn't believe it.

"Isn't it? Look, you bought so much, 'spent' two dollars, right? ”

"Well, almost."

Liu Siyang smacked his lips and said enviously: "I can only buy snacks for up to five 'cents' a day, but I don't dare to be as extravagant as you - I only spend 15 yuan a month." ”

"What...... 15 bucks? ”

"And how many do you have?" Liu Siyang asked tentatively.

He Jingyi flipped out all the money in her pocket and counted it, and said, "There are just forty yuan." ”

"Wow! Forty, so much! Liu Siyang called out exaggeratedly. He Jingyi, you are really rich! ”

"Forty dollars...... Is it a lot? He Jingyi felt ridiculous.

"Don't you think it's too much? That's my three months of zero 'spending' money! Liu Siyang shook his head and left, as if he felt that there was nothing to say to a "rich man" like He Jingyi.

He Jingyi was completely stunned, she stood in place for a while, and a few more elementary school classmates passed by and greeted her. He Jingyi glanced down at herself, it turned out that she was also a seven or eight-year-old elementary school student, no wonder the stall owners who sold things just now called her "little girl".

At this time, He Jingyi kind of realized that this was in a dream. She also understands why everything along the way is so cheap – these snacks and snacks were so cheap when she was in elementary school.

After realizing that you are dreaming, you generally wake up very quickly. He Jingyi opened her eyes.

What she saw was her own poor house in tatters in the dark.

He Jingyi lay on the 'bed', exhaled softly, recalling the content of the dream, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised. In the dream, she returned to more than ten years ago, when prices and consumption were still very low, so with forty yuan, she was considered a "rich person" among primary school students at that time.

It would be nice if that were the case. He Jingyi dreamed that if she could use the money she earned now ten or decades ago, she would be able to buy something several times cheaper. In this way, a person who returns to 20 years ago with 10,000 yuan can be regarded as a millionaire of that era.

Suddenly, He Jingyi's eyes widened. She thought of her "abilities".

Could this dream be a revelation from God?

I can't make money increase, but maybe I can control how money appreciates and depreciates?

He Jingyi decided to try it tomorrow. F