After rebirth, she abused a scumbag and married a rough man

"Sister Cuili, you are so kind to me. I wish you were my sister-in-law."

Liu Qingrou looked at the hairband in her hand and felt even more enthusiastic about her elder brother marrying Wu Cuili.

"Xiao Rou, you can't say this casually. Brother Qingyuan doesn't seem to like me."

Wu Cuili knew Liu Qingrou's personality. The more you showed weakness in front of her, the more concerned she would be.

"Sister Cuili, you are educated, beautiful, and your family conditions are comparable to ours. It is a blessing for my eldest brother to marry you."

The more Liu Qingrou thought about it, the more she felt that Wu Cuili was a good person and was generous to her. If she could be with Wu Dali in the future, the two families would be even closer. Thinking of this, Liu Qingrou couldn't help blushing.

This was seen by Wu Cuili who was paying attention to her and she couldn't help but ask.

"Sister Cuili, what kind of girl do you think Dali likes?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Cuili knew that this girl had fallen in love with her silly brother. This was the best. Wu Cuili began to make a plan in her mind.

"My eldest brother is a very honest person and loves women. Whoever marries him will definitely be very happy. It's just that my eldest brother is not very good at expressing himself. In his heart, he likes those cute and pretty girls the most."

Wu Cuili looked at Liu Qingrou's serious expression and began to plan for the future.

The small courtyard behind the educated youth compound

Liang Qian had just delivered the pig feed and returned to the yard to prepare cooking when she saw the broken porcelain bowl she had dug out earlier still on the stove. When she was about to put it away, she found that the broken porcelain bowl seemed to have become whiter.

Liang Qian felt strange. When her hand touched the broken porcelain bowl again, she suddenly felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, she found something wrong around her.

"Where is this? Am I not in the kitchen?"

Liang Qian couldn't help muttering to herself and looked around carefully at the environment in front of her.

A simple bamboo house appeared in front of her. The surrounding environment was very quiet. Liang Qian shouted a few times but no one responded. The echo in her ears made Liang Qian completely sober.

Liang Qian was a little doubtful whether it was the same as what she thought, and silently thought about going back to the kitchen.

Liang Qian instantly appeared in the kitchen. Looking at the scene in front of her, Liang Qian picked up a gourd ladle from the stove and recited silently.

Liang Qian, holding a gourd ladle in her hand, appeared outside the bamboo house again.

Now Liang Qian understood that she had obtained the golden finger after her rebirth. This should be the space that appeared in the online novel of her previous life.

Liang Qian now let herself take a good look at the environment of the golden finger. The space and yard looked to be about one or two hundred square meters. She walked along the cobblestones in the yard to the bamboo house inside. There was an incense table placed in the main room of the bamboo house, and a painting of an ancient woman dressed up hung on the wall. The woman looked heroic.

Liang Qian glanced at the person in the painting, then knelt down in front of the incense table and kowtowed three times.

For some reason, after Liang Qian finished bowing, the origin of this space and the deeds of the people in the painting appeared in her mind.

The person in the painting is called Wang Danxin, an immortal cultivator in ancient times. She obtained a golden finger called the Cornucopia in a miraculous inheritance. However, immortal cultivators do not have too much desire for money, so she refined the Cornucopia into a spatial state.

This space provides her with a place to stay when she is traveling, so it has no other function except storage.

Wang Danxin later succeeded in cultivating and reached another world, and the golden finger of this world was no longer useful. He hid the treasure bowl space in a broken porcelain bowl, hoping that it would be of some help to those who were destined to receive it in the future.

However, after thousands of years, no one had ever bought this broken porcelain bowl. For some reason, it was activated by Liang Qian's blood.

Liang Qian thought that everything was arranged by fate. This space appeared at the right time. She lived here alone now. No one could guarantee that those educated youth in the front yard did not have bad intentions, not to mention that disgusting Fang Litang.

Liang Qian walked around the bamboo house and found that Wang Danxin was an interesting person. She liked to make various things by herself and leave notes in them.

Liang Qian looked at the notes she left behind and found that many of them were intangible cultural heritage items she discovered in her previous life.

After reading this, Liang Qian decided to start studying these things carefully. When the national economy recovers, she can do something for the country, such as applying for Chinese Intangible Cultural Heritage in advance.

Thinking about the past life when she saw on TV those minions who were once vassal states of China stealing concepts and claiming China's things as theirs, Liang Qian felt that she could do something for the country in this life and would never let these minions steal concepts and steal the wisdom of China's ancestors.

After reading the notes, Liang Qian was deeply shocked. For example, the mother-of-pearl chess pieces on Wang Danxin's notes reminded her of those people in her previous life who always said that the mother-of-pearl pieces belonged to them. In this life, how could such an exquisite item and such an intelligent invention not be stamped with the medal of China?

The notes include methods for making mother-of-pearl chess pieces, clay inkstones, rice paper, movable type printing, and even pig pancreas.

After reading these, Liang Qian decided to keep the notes well. The most useful thing for her at the moment was the production of pig pancreas. In her previous life, she also liked handicrafts. Back in this era, a bar of soap cost 36 cents and a ticket. The most important thing was that this soap was sold out quickly after it came out.

If she could make a bar of soap by herself here, would that mean she could have a lot of money?

However, private business is not allowed these days, so Liang Qian needs to think about how to repay the debt openly.

It is now September 1974, and there are still three years until the college entrance examination is resumed in 1977. She needs to plan carefully whether to take the college entrance examination here and return to the city or make some contributions within this year and then return to the city.

Liang Qian continued to walk around the bamboo house. There were four rooms in the house. One of them was similar to a study, which was the room where the notebooks were read now. There were bookshelves around the wall, and it was obvious that the owner loved reading.

Liang Qian came to another room and found it was an empty room with nothing in it. She could only see a bamboo sword hanging by the window.

"Could it be a training room?"

Liang Qian discovered that her mouth was blessed, and whatever she said came true, and it was very effective.

On the screen in the corner, there are many books on military tactics and boxing techniques. One of them is made of silk cloth with a picture of a woman practicing kung fu.

Liang Qian thought that she was, after all, the daughter of a military commander, so it was normal for her to learn some martial arts.

Thinking of this, Liang Qian decided to start studying this kung fu suitable for young women to practice. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is very important to be able to protect herself in this rural area.

What Liang Qian didn't expect was that incident to happen. Fortunately, she had this idea and practiced well today, so that she could save herself when the danger came.

By the time Liang Qian felt that she had almost mastered the technique, it was almost time to get off work in the afternoon. Thinking that the afternoon pig grass had not yet been harvested, Liang Qian hurried out of the space, simply ate two boiled eggs, and then carried her bamboo basket to go harvest pig grass.