Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

After some manipulation in the space, she successfully grafted the chestnut branches. In times of famine, this would have been a staple food. In any case, it meant there was now something more for the people to eat, which put her in a good mood. She didn't plan to keep it a secret; she would tell the villagers she was on good terms with about her discovery once the chestnuts were ripe.

She washed a peach and left the space, completely satisfied. Qiao Jingjing liked to eat crunchy fruits and also soft, fluffy desserts.

She plans to gradually expand the production of potatoes, sweet potatoes, chestnuts, peanut oil, sugar, paper, movable type printing... She suddenly felt incredibly proud of herself, wondering how she could be so capable.

Encyclopedia: Fine, I'm transparent.

This person, who carries both responsibility and glory, feels like: I am a woman standing on the shoulders of giants, and this era cannot do without me.

Inspired by her own bold words, Qiao Jingjing straightened the rope of the basket on her shoulder and continued walking. Even someone who had stood on the shoulders of giants now had to use both hands to clear the way. At 1.6 meters tall, she was hardly noticeable in these mountains; if she were in front of you, you wouldn't even see her unless she cut through the weeds.

Perhaps due to her long-term consumption of well water, Qiao Jingjing's senses were now exceptionally sharp. At this moment, she paused, sniffing the air ahead, detecting a faint smell of blood. She slowly moved towards the direction of the scent, gripping her wood-chopping knife tightly. With her other hand, she retrieved a helmet from her spatial storage and put it on, worried that a wild beast might suddenly pounce. She wanted to protect her vitals, especially her neck, as wild beasts typically bite there when killing their prey. However, she couldn't think of a suitable helmet at the moment, so she settled for protecting her head.

The scent of blood drew closer. Carefully parting the weeds, he saw no animals and remained motionless. His gaze shifted downwards, and he saw a man dressed in black lying stiffly on the ground. He had been lying there for an unknown amount of time; the blood on his body had dried. He was truly lucky to have survived as a wild animal in this place.

The man was probably unconscious; if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one would have thought he was dead.

Qiao Jingjing took off her helmet and put it into her spatial storage. She then used a machete to clear away the surrounding weeds, creating a small safe area. Only after doing this did she squat down to check on the person.

There were numerous wounds—on his arms, abdomen, and left shoulder—and judging from the shape of the wounds and the holes in his clothing, they resembled sword wounds. These wounds weren't fatal; his unconsciousness was likely due to excessive blood loss. His face was flushed, and when Qiao Jingjing pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, it was very hot. With excessive blood loss, wound infection, and fever, it would be strange if he hadn't fainted.

Upon closer inspection, the person had regular features and a slender figure, which was fully revealed by his black, close-fitting attire. Thick calluses were present on the palms and the base of his thumbs on both hands, indicating years of martial arts training.

To save or not to save?

The fear is that they might get caught up in some powerful forces or conspiracy, bringing trouble to Daba Village. In TV dramas, it's not uncommon for entire villages to be massacred because of some secret. Especially in ancient times, during the feudal era, power represented the power of life and death.

Qiao Jingjing was torn. Ultimately, she decided that saving the person was the priority; otherwise, she couldn't overcome her inner turmoil. She took out some Panax notoginseng powder, hydrogen peroxide, iodine swabs, and bandages from her spatial storage. She disinfected the wound and surrounding skin with hydrogen peroxide. The person's brow furrowed slightly, probably from the intense pain, but there was no sign of them waking up. Qiao Jingjing continued treating the wound with confidence.

He was lucky to have met her; otherwise, in such hot weather, even if he didn't encounter any wild beasts, the infection from his wounds would have killed him, given the mountain temperatures of over 20 degrees Celsius.

“You’re really lucky. If you had met any other villager today, you wouldn’t have survived. Nobody has these medicines like mine. They couldn’t have saved you even if they wanted to.” He muttered to himself as he disinfected the wound, then wiped it with iodine, applied some Panax notoginseng powder, and bandaged it with a sterile bandage.

She then scooped up a cup of well water, gave him two anti-inflammatory pills and one fever reducer and painkiller, and then put him into her spatial storage. Given his injuries, he wouldn't wake up anytime soon, but there was a tenfold time difference, so she hurried down the mountain to find a place to release him before he woke up.

Back in the village, Qiao Jingjing remembered a small, dilapidated house that no one lived in. The villagers knew it was empty and wouldn't go in. Fortunately, most people were still in the fields, and there was no one around. She slipped in and let the man out. He was still unconscious. She gave him some more well water, filled a small, inconspicuous porcelain bowl with it, and placed it aside for him to drink when he woke up. After thinking for a moment, she also placed a boiled egg nearby.

"Yes, I'm so thoughtful," she said, giving herself a thumbs up without hesitation.

"This is all I can do for you; the rest is up to fate."

Xuan Yi vaguely heard a girl speaking. He tried to open his eyes to see, but he felt dizzy and weak, and fainted again before he could open his eyes.

Qiao Jingjing hurried home with her basket on her back. On the way, she ran into her neighbor, Wan, who was walking towards her with a small basket. As she approached, Qiao Jingjing decided to ignore her; she didn't want to waste any time on this pointless interaction. Wan peeked into her basket, hoping to see what was in it and perhaps steal something.

This kind of person will never change their ways. Her mother-in-law didn't go into details when she was humiliated last time, she certainly couldn't bring herself to talk about something that made her lose face, so Wan Shi didn't know how formidable Qiao Jingjing was.

Seeing the mushrooms in the basket, she reached out to grab a handful and put them in her own basket. Qiao Jingjing saw what she was thinking and moved to the side, causing Wan Shi's hand to miss.

"You silly girl, I was just taking a look, who are you trying to protect yourself from?" Madam Wan said with great displeasure.

"Let whoever wants to take advantage be wary. Move aside, don't block the way." After saying that, she gave her a shove and continued walking towards her house. Wan didn't expect her to be so strong, and was pushed back several times before regaining her balance.

"Pah, you brat, I'll eat you to death! So many black mushrooms must be poisonous, I hope they poison you, you little slut. They're just mushrooms, I can pick them myself, hmph!" Morel caps are yellowish-brown to black, and there were quite a few of these on the top of the basket. Wan thought Qiao Jingjing had picked poisonous mushrooms.

Back home, Qiao Jingjing quickly cooked a pot of rice using rice from her spatial storage, as she was now adept at controlling the heat of the stove. Too lazy to cook any other dishes, she took out some cooked food she had stockpiled from her spatial storage, poured it into the plate she was using, washed some morel mushrooms, half a chicken, cut a yam, and used her spatial pressure cooker to make a pot of soup.

When you open the lid, a fresh and fragrant aroma fills the air. Pure, natural, and pollution-free ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods. No tricks, just genuine quality.

Just as the three dishes and soup were prepared, the Lin couple returned, pushing a cart loaded with bundles of rice.