When I entered the middle courtyard, I saw a crowd of people in Wuyang under the big locust tree.

The cold wind in the winter is cold, and the big guys are not afraid of the cold.

One by one, their necks were shrunk, their hands were in their sleeves, and they watched and ate melons.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a shoehorn face jumped and shouted there.

Next to him, the 'friendly' female Lou Xiao'e also looked angry.

Seeing that more and more people gathered, Xu Damao also came to his senses, and his hair almost stood on end.

"Everyone, let's judge! I went to the Red Star Commune to show a movie, and the villagers saw my hard work and gave me two old hens. ”

"I didn't want to eat it, I raised it to lay eggs and replenish my body with moths, and in a blink of an eye, I lost one!"

"There must be thieves in our compound."

Sure enough, just like in the original book, Xu Damao lost an old hen, but he was angry, and deliberately quarreled with the big guy in order to uphold justice for him.

As for Xu Damao's statement that the hen was sent by the villagers, Li Wei felt that this statement should be discounted.

In this era, the big guys are not rich, the countryside is even more difficult, the hens are very expensive, who is willing to give them away?

It doesn't seem to concern me, though.

The earth is about to be destroyed, and these people are still arguing about a hen.

Keeping in mind the 'diversion plan', Li Wei didn't stop, and went straight back to the house through the crowd.

...

What Li Wei didn't know was that an aunt who was watching the hustle and bustle saw him, her face turned pale instantly, and she turned her head and ran to the backyard.

Back in the house, Li Wei closed the door and began to take stock of the survival materials.

It's a habit to develop aboard the Blue Space.

On the first day of each month, Captain Chu Yan would check the ship's food and fresh water in front of the entire crew.

In the dark universe, there are only icy rocks.

A drop of water can make the difference between life and death.

...

Sixty-two yuan and a dime and ten catties of food stamps, five white flour steamed buns, five catties of stick noodles, and two and a half large white radish.

That's all.

Li Wei rolled the money tickets together and put them in the inner pocket of his padded jacket.

According to the memory of the original owner, he knew that there were thieves in the courtyard.

After doing all this, sit on the edge of your bed and plan for the future.

As the chief technologist aboard the Blue Ocean, Li Wei has an almost unforgettable ability.

Proficient in physics, chemistry, mathematics, astronomy, space battleship mechanics.

They even mastered the drawings for the manufacture of non-working fluid controllable nuclear fusion engines and infrasonic hydrogen bombs.

At the same time, knowing that he was about to return to the sixties, Li Wei obtained the original technology of human beings in the earth age from quantum computers.

Nanochip technology, six-carbon ball super cell technology, controllable nuclear fusion technology, etc.

As for world-class problems such as proving the Goldbach conjecture and the Riemann conjecture, there are many ways to prove them.

If after the spring breeze comes, he can publish a few papers at will, so as to gain honor and money, and lay a material foundation for the implementation of the diversion plan.

However, in this era, as an unemployed vagrant who graduated from junior high school, he didn't even have a way to submit.

As for doing business, there is no need to think about it, the car repair shops on the street are all state-run.

What to do...

Suddenly, Li Wei's head was crooked, he stretched out his right hand and pinched his eyebrows, and the chaotic memories in his mind revived again.

He stood up and took out a white-flour steamed bun from the cupboard, muttered indecipherable words in his mouth, and waved his hand holding the steamed bun into the air.

There were pale blue ripples in the empty air, like the surface of the water wrinkled by the wind.

The moment the steamed bun touches the ripples, the outline lines disappear little by little, as if erased by an eraser, and finally disappear completely in the air.

Li Wei's eyes widened and his face was full of joy.

Sure enough, like the legendary time-traveler, I also have a golden finger.

This cheat is not a figment of the imagination.

But when he was passing through the wormhole space, Li Wei suddenly woke up.

Facing the inexplicable environment around him, a small world that was easily fished up from the wormhole space in a panic.

The small world is about 20 meters long, 20 meters wide, 20 meters high, and has a volume of about 800 cubic meters.

The small world was filled with gray mist, and everywhere was gray, and the white-flour steamed bun was suspended in mid-air.

Li Wei tilted his head and pinched his eyebrows, and the manipulation method of the small world magically appeared in his mind.

He whispered, "Set the speed of the molecules in the small world to be fifty times that of the mother world." ”

As soon as the words fell, the gray mist rolled violently, and a little fire appeared, and the whole small world was red.

"Steamed buns, come out."

"Smack!"

The white-flour steamed buns fell from mid-air and landed straight on the table, steaming white.

Li Wei stretched out his hand to touch the white-flour steamed bun and felt the heat.

When I broke the white bread, it was also hot inside, and wisps of white mist came out.

I couldn't help but rejoice.

Sure enough, this small world is not just storage space.

As the master of space, he can adjust the laws of the universe in the space at will.

Just like just now, by changing the physical law of the small world, the speed of molecular motion, the small world can be turned into an oven.

However, where does the energy within the small world come from?

This does not seem to conform to the law of conservation of energy in the universe.

Li Wei frowned and threw the remaining half of the steamed bun into the air, the outline of the steamed bun gradually disappearing, like a pencil drawing that had been erased by an eraser.

At the same time as disappearing, Li Wei felt a sudden cold wind in the house.

I see!

It turns out that when 'storing items', the small world will exchange energy with the parent world.

"In a small world, the speed of molecular movement is 0.1 times that of the parent world."

As soon as the words fell, the gray mist in the small world suddenly stopped flowing, and a layer of frost attached to the surface of the steamed bun suspended in mid-air.

"Steamed buns, come out."

"Bell!"

The steamed bun fell from mid-air and smashed a small pit directly into the wooden tabletop.

At this time, the steamed bun has turned into a lump of ice.

It was extremely cold in his hand, and Li Wei tried to bite it, but his teeth only left two white marks on it.

This little world is such a good thing wow.

It can be used as an oven or as a refrigerator.

In the future, you can at least save briquettes when cooking.

It's winter, and if it's summer, you can make some popsicles from the small world and sell them on the street.

- Li Wei also knows that the private collection of small worlds may be a catastrophe for the entire universe.

The universe may not be able to return to zero due to a lack of mass, and will have to return to dead silence after eons of time.

However, if humanity perishes, what is the point of the existence of the universe?!

Li Wei made up his mind that before the three-body world was destroyed, he would definitely not return the small world to the universe.

With a small world, you don't have to be afraid of stealing saints in the future.

Li Wei deposited the money ticket in the small world, swallowed the reheated steamed buns, and was about to clean up the house.

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock at the door.

Pull open the door.

An aunt stood outside the door, she looked at Li Wei and said loudly: "Li Wei, are you well?" It's a shame that my old man asked me to send you money to treat your illness! ”

As she spoke, the roll of bills in her hand waved in the air, attracting the attention of passers-by.

"Since you're all right, I'll get the money back... Ahh

"Don't mind, I'm sick, I still have to eat!" Li Wei's hands were like lightning, and without waiting for the aunt to finish speaking, he took the money from her hand.

Spread it out and looked at it, it was a full twenty yuan.

"Thank you for your kindness." Li Wei put the money in his pocket, held the door frame with his hand, and smiled loudly.

“... Yes, yes..."Aunt Yi was distressed as if she had been cut by a knife.

Secretly said: Old man, you have lost your eyes now, stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice.

After hearing that Li Wei was cured just now, the aunt shouted in her heart, and hurriedly ran home to tell Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai's brows furrowed when he heard this.

He knew that it was a bit unauthentic for him to use eighty yuan to recruit a job quota for his nephew from Li Wei.

In those years, the usual price of a fitter's position in a rolling mill was 100 yuan.

If Li Wei died, then the matter would be over.

But he survived.

Once this kind of thing is publicized, the people in the compound will definitely think that he is not authentic.

As an uncle in the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai can't help but be authentic.

But.

asked him to give Li Wei some more money, but he was reluctant.

So I came up with this method of boggling a shot.

Who knows, stealing chickens will not be a counter-erosion of rice.

An aunt was so distressed that she covered her heart and turned her head to walk to the backyard.

After staggering two steps, she stopped and looked back at Li Wei.

"Comrade Li Wei, when our courtyard is going to hold a meeting, you must come."

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