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

After eating, the burning pain in her stomach subsided, and Qiao Jingjing wanted to find an opportunity to enter the space.

She hadn't felt the ring on her body and assumed the spatial dimension hadn't followed her. She felt incredibly upset. Although earning money in ancient times wouldn't be difficult with her twenty-plus years of modern experience, having the spatial dimension would make things many times easier. She wasn't stupid; why suffer when she could reasonably enjoy something? Spending so much money and effort hoarding supplies, only to end up not enjoying them—she'd really cry herself to sleep.

I just used my mind to probe the existence of this space. Logically, since the ring wasn't there, there should be a mark on my body. Looking down, I saw a lotus-shaped mark on my wrist, faint, somewhat like a birthmark, only the size of a little fingernail.

I was incredibly excited, and even the wound on my head felt healed; it was truly a medical miracle.

I've been trying to find a chance to be alone, but I still need to go in and check on things. At least I can have some milk to soothe my throat. And I wonder how the poultry are doing. The feeders still contain the same feed I put in during the day of the incident, so I can't calculate how much time has passed. I hope the poultry inside haven't starved to death.

As darkness fell, people at the old house began to eat dinner. The Qiao family hadn't separated, and they ate both meals together every day.

To save on lamp oil, rural residents often choose to eat dinner before it gets completely dark. This avoids eating and washing dishes in the dark. Although this might mean eating dinner earlier, these habits save a significant amount of lamp oil, reducing their financial burden.

Qiao Jingjing still needs to stay in bed because her injury hasn't healed. In fact, even if she did recover, she wouldn't get dinner. Lin Cuicui taking away half a cornbread that afternoon was a huge blow to Xu Shi. In her opinion, giving Qiao Daya such a substantial food as cornbread was a waste.

It took a lot of persuasion to get Lin and her younger brother to go to dinner without having to stay with her. As for Qiao Wanjun, he had already run away.

He didn't know why, but ever since his daughter woke up, he had been afraid to be alone with her. Especially when he looked into her deep eyes, a nameless fear would always well up inside him.

The feeling was strange. Even though the person before him was his own daughter, he felt incredibly uneasy. Perhaps because she had been unconscious for so long, her eyes held an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity, as if she were no longer the innocent little girl she once was. This change was something he, as her father, couldn't accept, and even felt a sense of fear.

Qiao Jingjing knew why her adoptive father had fled in such a panic, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Like Qiao Zhanjun, he was a selfish person who always loved himself the most.

Of the entire Qiao family, she hated everyone except Lin Cuicui and Qiao Shiming, but she only truly loathed Qiao Wanjun. Simply because he was her father, her mother's husband, and the father whom Shiming respected as a child. He had failed to fulfill any of the responsibilities associated with those two roles.

After the three of them had completely left, Qiao Jingjing immediately closed the door, went back to bed, and lay down. That way, if there was any movement, she could teleport back to the bed. She silently chanted "go in," and then disappeared from the spot.

Qiao Jingjing was shocked by what she saw when she arrived in the space. The last time she was this shocked was before.

She remembered that when she was stockpiling goods, they were just roughly arranged on the grass according to category, without any detailed categorization. But the scene before her was different: everything had been neatly organized.

The items in the space were arranged in an orderly manner, each item was placed in a fixed position, and the distance between them was very precise, without the slightest deviation.

She was very surprised because she had never seen such a sight before. She began to examine the items closely and found that they were not only neatly arranged, but also categorized by factors such as color, size, and shape.

She was amazed by the space's obsessive-compulsive tendencies; it seemed to have strict requirements for the placement of objects, and could not tolerate even the slightest deviation.

Time was limited, so she went to check on the poultry and found them thriving and fully grown. The feed bags were open; she remembered that the bags were tied up the last time she added feed herself, but this time the feeders were full, so it seemed they were replenishing automatically. Even more amazingly, the poultry enclosure didn't smell at all, and their droppings hadn't left a trace.

The chickens, ducks, and geese seem to have started laying eggs and have already been moved into a shelf inside their pen. Next door, Piggy Flower and Piggy Joy are happily munching away. Piggy Flower's belly is quite large; I wonder if she's pregnant.

Qiao Jingjing tried hard to recall if she had collected any information on "Postpartum Care of Sows." She needed to prepare in advance; if she didn't have the book, she should have video materials, which she could look for later.

After seeing all this, I mustered my willpower to find a bottle of fresh milk, gulped it down, and then grabbed a cup of iced milk tea, walking and drinking as I strolled around the area behind the house.

Good heavens, the wheat is ripe! The ears of wheat are full, their heavy weight bending the stalks, emitting an enticing aroma, turning the entire field golden, and giving people a strong sense of vitality and life.

The vegetables were also growing well because they hadn't been touched since they matured, and they remained fresh and juicy.

Judging by the time, it would take them at least 20 minutes to come back from eating, so that's a little over 3 hours. An hour has already passed, so there should still be enough time to quickly wash up and grab something to eat. I don't dare shower yet, afraid of being discovered.

Reaching the well to cup her hands and drink, she was so frightened by her reflection that she plopped down on her bottom. Whose face was that, so ghostly? Not only was she disheveled and filthy, but she was also incredibly thin; her eyes and cheeks were sunken, and a large, swollen bump on her forehead gave her goosebumps. Her face was pale, her hair disheveled, and she looked so weak she seemed about to collapse.

Helpless, Qiao Jingjing took a handkerchief, soaked it in well water, wrung it out, and applied it to the bump on her forehead, hoping the well water would provide some relief. She tilted her head back to keep the handkerchief from falling off, washed her hands in a basin, then filled a cup with well water and gulped it down.

The weaker a person is, the more pronounced the effects of the well water become. It seems to work throughout their body almost immediately after drinking it.

Wash your body thoroughly, but leave your neck and face unwashed for now, otherwise it might give rise to something suspicious.

I grabbed a soft bread from the food section and ate a chocolate pie, which made me feel a bit better.

She looked at the clean and tidy space and praised it with a smile:

So sensible!