Chapter 3 A Different Space

After dinner, the family cleaned up the table and sat together to chat.

The mother took out a stack of materials, the second and third sisters instantly surrounded them, and the fourth and fifth were tired of Yang Jun's side.

Watching them hold a palm-sized piece of cardboard in one hand, skillfully smearing glue with the other, and then pinching the ten fingers of both hands up and down a few times, a rectangular box was formed.

Yes, that's right, they're gluing matchboxes.

Looking at the skillful mechanical movements of his mother and two younger sisters, Yang Jun suddenly felt sad, how hard it was for his mother to lead the family after his father's death.

If you only rely on Yangmei's apprentice salary, although you can also make ends meet, life is not as simple as just eating.

After all, people come and go, and household expenses are also a lot of expenses, not to mention that Yang Liu and Yang Yu need money to go to school, and the third child will be admitted to college next year, so she has to save a sum of money in advance.

Yang Jun saw that the family was so sad, so he moved the stool to the table, wanting to help paste the matchbox.

Seeing his clumsy appearance, his mother decisively stopped him, citing the waste of materials.

Looking at the crooked matchboxes on the table, Yang Jun also let go of the idea of helping.

It is impossible to achieve the proficiency of a mother in a short period of time.

Without him, only the hand is familiar.

After two hours of work, the second sister and the third sister went back to the room to sleep, after all, they still have to go to school and work tomorrow, and after the mother put the fourth and fifth children to sleep, they continued to work for two hours.

My mother doesn't have a formal job, and pasting matchboxes is her job, so it doesn't matter if it's day or night, she can earn a little or a little.

Yang Jun talked to his mother for two hours, telling her about his life and work in the team over the years, and why he changed jobs.

His mother looked at the shocking scar on his leg and tears rippled again, and Yang Jun comforted and persuaded her again, until she repeatedly promised her that she would not delay her normal life, and her mother was relieved.

The most frequently asked question in one night was whether he was married or whether he had a virgin girlfriend, and when Yang Jun said that he was busy with work and heavy tasks and did not consider it for the time being, the wrinkles on his mother's forehead outlined a bottomless chasm.

The mother of the child is worried.

The eldest son is twenty-eight this year, and he will be twenty-nine at the beginning of the Spring Festival, and he has long belonged to the older unmarried youth, and the boy who is about the same age as him in the yard has already been married, and there are several children.

Wang Yuying secretly decided in her heart that the focus of the Yang family's future life must shift to Yang Jun's marriage.

Tomorrow, I will go to the old sisters from before to inquire about who still has an unmarried daughter.

During this period, Yang Jun also showed his mother the medals and meritorious services he had won in the team over the years, two first-class merits, three second-class merits, and seven third-class merits.

The mother's eyes fluttered down as she caressed the medals, knowing that each medal was soaked with the blood and tears of her beloved son.

The Yang family has only two rooms, the small room is reserved for the second and third sisters, the large room is divided into two, the mother takes the fourth and fifth children to live in the inner room, and the outer room is the living room.

Yang Jun has no place to live for the time being, so he can only lay on the floor in the living room.

After the lights go out late at night.

Yang Jun's eyes on the floor narrowed slightly, and his mind moved, and the whole person disappeared from the spot.

He came to an open field, and in front of him there were two super large warehouses, which were larger than the steel structure workshop of the later port, so large that it would take half an hour to ride a bicycle around.

The two warehouses look identical in appearance.

It's just that the color of the exterior wall is different, one is a red warehouse, and the other is a white warehouse.

As soon as he crossed over, he found that as the standard configuration of the traverser, his golden finger was different from others, and after many explorations and explorations, he found that his spatial system was a replication system.

As long as you put a random object in the white warehouse, after twenty-four hours, there will be an extra thing in it that is exactly the same as the one you put in, and if this thing is not taken out, it will be copied every twenty-four hours. Until you take out what you put in.

Of course, living animals such as chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep cannot be placed in the space, but killed chicken, duck, beef, and mutton can be copied.

Another red warehouse was a storage space, and he put half a bowl of hot stick porridge in the red space, and when he took it out the next day, the stick porridge was still at the original temperature.

All in all, his space has the functions of storage, preservation, and constant temperature.

The eight white enamel jars he showed to his family before were copied from the space, not given by his comrades-in-arms.

It's just that in order to hide the secrets of the space, he can only make up this strategy and make up some white lies.

Now.

He thought in his heart that as long as he had this replication system, even in this era of scarcity of materials, he would be able to live a prosperous life.

As long as he puts something in the copy space, he can copy exactly the same thing every twenty-four hours, one becomes two, two becomes four, and four becomes eight......

As long as you don't take something out, it will be copied endlessly.

Day after day, in the long run, a fool can live a prosperous life.

If you want to live a more refined life, just sell the materials in the space, and a lot of money will continue to enter your pocket.

However, in the era of planned economy, all materials must be planned and regulated, and the purchase of materials requires not only banknotes, but also shopping tickets, that is to say, there is money without tickets, and there are no tickets to buy materials, which is an era of coexistence of money and tickets.

One has to ask, which is more important, money or tickets?

Some people replied that both are important, but money is more important.

Didn't you see that some supplies can be purchased without a ticket?

You don't inquire, people looking for a partner will ask you how much your salary is, who will ask you how many votes you have?

Of course, it is undeniable that money is very important, but votes are also indispensable, after all, it is the era of planned economy, and all materials must be subject to the overall situation for macroeconomic regulation and control.

But are these important to Yang Jun?

Hehe!

When money and tickets are thrown in, they must not be spit out like a money printing machine?

The original owner joined the army for eleven years, and he didn't save much money, and when Yang Jun crossed over, he took stock of his net worth at that time, a total of seventy-eight yuan, three cents and six cents.

I didn't save much money, but there was no shortage of tickets.

A bicycle ticket, two sewing tickets, a watch ticket, only the lack of radio tickets, as well as 85 catties of national food stamps, 6 catties of meat stamps, 5 catties of sugar stamps, 15 catties of milk stamps, 3 catties of peanut stamps, 4 catties of wine stamps, 20 bath tickets, and a number of tickets for various staple and sideline foods.

The amount of tickets is not very large, but the victory is complete, as long as there is a replication system, the others are still worried?

The seventy-eight yuan he handed over to his mother tonight was not because he didn't want to give more, but because the hundreds of dollars in his space were all copied money, and the codes on the money were exactly the same.

He didn't dare, he was afraid of being discovered.