Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm - Chapter 958 - 958 958 Liulis Will (1)_1
Chapter 958: Chapter 958: Liuli’s Will (1)_1 Chapter 958: Chapter 958: Liuli’s Will (1)_1 “It’s just within the original boundaries, but it seems to have doubled in size. This new area is full of stuff, um… there’s food, weapons, explosives, as well as books, more food, clothes…”
Qiao Xiaomai was scanning the extra inventory with her mind, itemizing them for Tong Sanlang to hear.
However, with each item she mentioned, her eyebrows furrowed deeper, especially when it came to weapons, as her eyebrows twisted into knots, “I see guns and ammunition…”
As Qiao Xiaomai spoke, a gun appeared in her hand.
It was a real gun, and to be specific, a sniper rifle, identical to the ones she had seen on television.
When such a large item was brought out, Tong Sanlang couldn’t help but widen his eyes, “Is this a gun?”
Tong Sanlang naturally heard about guns, these murder tools, from Qiao Xiaomai.
But Qiao Xiaomai hadn’t been able, couldn’t show him the real thing.
Yet now, Qiao Xiaomai’s space had suddenly expanded, and inside there was such an oddly shaped gun!
Qiao Xiaomai then placed the sniper rifle on the kang bed, and more guns appeared in her hand, sophisticated pistols, as well as rifles and submachine guns, “There are quite a few of these things, dozens… What’s this for, is it to save the world or what…”
Qiao Xiaomai took out all these dozens of guns and laid them on the kang bed, “And there’s explosives…”
In her hand appeared a bundle of explosives, shaped like firecrackers, ten sticks tied together in a bundle, “So much explosives…”
Tong Sanlang “!!!”
He stared at the items in Qiao Xiaomai’s hands, so shocked he could no longer speak.
After taking out a bundle of explosives, Qiao Xiaomai’s gaze moved back to the food.
“What are these? Beef Jerky?”
The food was all packaged in transparent plastic bags, vacuum-sealed, weighing a few hundred pounds, apart from this there were some compressed biscuits, she took a quick look and soon shifted her gaze.
“These books…” She casually pulled out one, which turned out to be an English textbook, uninterested, she tossed it back, then picked up a few more to examine, after which a look of embarrassment crossed her face.
These books looked like they were taken out of university classrooms, all textbooks, a pile weighing perhaps dozens of pounds, stacked together with some coarse toilet paper laid on top.
Yes, toilet paper, very much like the kind Qiao Xiaomai had seen in her youth, bundled up in stacks that were not so white.
She furrowed her brow in confusion, but quickly moved on.
The clothes were obviously from the future, with both summer and winter outfits, piled up in disarray, some even with bloodstains on them.
This made her frown even more deeply.
She quickly looked away again and after scanning the space once more, her gaze finally settled on the pile of food.
It was a pile of Xiaomai, not bagged, but just heaped up, very high, which looked to be about ten thousand pounds.
At the very top of the Xiaomai pile, there were a few sheets of Xuan paper, very conspicuous.
She blinked and took those few sheets of Xuan paper.
Seeing the first line written on it, she exclaimed, “This really is Mistress’s ancestral space!”
Tong Sanlang’s attention had originally been focused on the dozens of guns and explosives. Unable to move, he swept back and forth over these items with the light of his flashlight.
Now hearing Qiao Xiaomai’s words, he immediately turned his gaze to her, “What’s going on?”
“This is a letter from Mistress’s great-grandmother! Look at this first sentence: I am Liuli, the owner of this space.”
As she spoke, Qiao Xiaomai shifted position, leaning against the head of the bed, allowing Tong Sanlang to lean on her. She held the letter up for Tong Sanlang to see, looking at it with him.
The letter was written in simplified Chinese characters, and after living with Qiao Xiaomai for half a year, Tong Sanlang could now readily use simplified characters.
He stared at the content on the letter, and as he read, his originally pale face grew darker.
