1950s: After transmigrating into a capitalist, I relied on military industry to achieve a comeback.

After agreeing on the plan, Lin's parents immediately split up. Lin Hongsheng went to contact clandestine channels to sell the properties that couldn't be taken with him, while Su Wanqing began to inventory the food and valuables.

Lin Jiaoyue returned to her room, her mind still unsettled.

There's too much stuff at home. Even if we get rid of most of it, how can we secretly transport the remaining supplies to the countryside?

I wish I had some space.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Lin Jiaoyue subconsciously reached for the mutton fat jade pendant on her chest.

This thing accompanied her through two lifetimes, and according to the conventions of online novels, it is definitely the only system interface.

"Take a chance, and you might just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."

She gritted her teeth, took out an embroidery needle from the sewing basket, and stabbed her fingertip.

"hiss--"

A drop of crimson blood rolled onto the smooth jade surface and was instantly swallowed up.

There was no excruciating pain as expected; instead, it felt like an electric current shooting from my fingertips straight to the top of my head. My mind went blank for a second, and then—

hum!

A reconstructed perspective.

The next second, Lin Jiaoyue found herself standing in a familiar garden. Rockeries, lotus ponds, pavilions and towers... this was clearly a replica of "Zhuoyuan"!

The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy. Lin Jiaoyue took a deep breath, her eyes slightly warm.

It's a sure thing! The netizens weren't lying to me!

With this, she can not only take her whole family to safety, but also create an absolute haven for her parents in this era of scarcity.

She quickly surveyed her surroundings. The "Zhuoyuan" before her was exactly the same as her real home, but the eerie stillness made her instantly realize that there was no wind, no insect chirping, and time seemed to stand still.

She casually snapped off a willow twig, and the broken end was sap-filled.

"Plants are alive, but the ecosystem is static."

Lin Jiaoyue's mind raced, her STEM background instantly kicking in: This is an absolutely safe, enclosed space. Time standing still means absolute preservation; this is an infinitely large super refrigerator!

Without wasting any time, she quickly walked around the artificial hill and pushed open the underground entrance that had appeared out of nowhere.

The heavy metal door slid open silently, and soft light instantly filled the view.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Lin Jiaoyue still couldn't help but gasp.

This isn't a warehouse, it's practically a modern logistics center!

Rows of heavy-duty shelving units stretched neatly to the horizon. The ceiling was as high as three or four stories, and the depth was immeasurable. Not to mention storing the Lin family's entire fortune, even if all the supplies in Suzhou were moved in, it probably wouldn't fill even a corner of this first floor.

"Absolutely fresh, unlimited storage."

Lin Jiaoyue suppressed her overwhelming joy. These things still needed to be verified. If it was really as she guessed, in this upcoming era of ration coupons, this space would be the Lin family's nuclear weapon for survival.

With a thought, she exited the space and glanced at the white porcelain teacup on the table.

He immediately reached for the teacup and silently said "Put it away".

The exquisite white porcelain cup vanished from his palm in an instant.

Lin Jiaoyue silently repeated "Put it down," and the teacup landed steadily on the table without even disturbing the water stains on the rim.

It's done! It can store and retrieve data, and it's available anytime!

Overjoyed, Lin Jiaoyue pushed open the door and went out without further hesitation.

……

The atmosphere in the study was oppressive and suffocating.

Lin Hongsheng was holding a calligraphy brush, painfully sketching on a sheet of Xuan paper filled with his family's assets. With each item he crossed out, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he were cutting not assets, but his own flesh.

"Those boxes of gold and jewelry... are too heavy to carry."

"That set of Song Dynasty edition ancient books... we can't bring it along because we're afraid it will get damp on the way."

"And Wanqing, your piano..."

Su Wanqing sat beside her, wiping away tears, clutching a pearl necklace tightly in her hand—her last possession. She murmured, "What am I going to do? My pearl necklace, it's so eye-catching to wear it on the street..."

"Click".

Lin Jiaoyue pushed the door open and deftly locked it with a backhand.

Lin Hongsheng looked up, his eyes still bloodshot, and forced a smile: "Daughter, why don't you go and rest? Father is calculating that if we travel light, we can probably exchange for twenty large yellow croakers..."

"Don't bother calculating."

Lin Jiaoyue walked to the desk, pressed her father's trembling hand, and said firmly, "Dad, if I said that none of these things need to be thrown away, would you believe me?"

Lin Hongsheng paused for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Silly child, we're fleeing. Do you expect your father to carry those several thousand pounds of rosewood furniture?"

"No need to carry it."

Lin Jiaoyue's eyes were clear and bright as her fingertips gently rested on the priceless Duan inkstone on the desk. It was Lin Hongsheng's most prized possession, and he wouldn't let anyone touch it normally.

"receive."

Right under the noses of the Lin couple, the Duan inkstone, weighing several kilograms, vanished into thin air!

Only a faint layer of ink remained on the table.

"Clang!"

The teacup in Su Wanqing's hand shattered, and she didn't even notice the scalding tea splashing onto her cheongsam. Her eyes widened, and her voice trembled: "My goodness! This...this is divine intervention!"

Lin Hongsheng was as if he had seen a ghost. He suddenly jumped up from his chair, took two steps back, and bumped into the antique shelf.

"This...this..." Even after half a lifetime of business experience, Mr. Lin was speechless.

"This is an opportunity left to me by the old Taoist priest." Lin Jiaoyue calmly offered the explanation of "cause and effect," "I have a space that can hold everything. Not to mention this room, I can pack up and take the entire Zhuoyuan Garden with me."

To prove its authenticity, she flicked her wrist, and the inkstone returned steadily to its original position.

"Thump."

Su Wanqing's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, clasping her hands together and praying to the sky. Her voice trembled but was devout: "Bodhisattva has shown us! I knew that our good deeds would be rewarded! My pearl necklace is saved!"

Lin Hongsheng had seen his share of ups and downs; although his legs were trembling, his mind was working incredibly fast.

He grabbed Lin Jiaoyue's shoulders, his eyes blazing with an unprecedented fervor: "Nannan, you mean...everything? It can hold anything, no matter how big?"

"It's huge." Lin Jiaoyue nodded confidently. "It could easily hold enough supplies for our entire family for several generations."

Lin Hongsheng took a deep breath, his chest heaving. The heartache of losing his ancestral property vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of confidence; his back straightened instantly!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, then turned to look at the room full of antiques and calligraphy, his eyes completely changing. Before, he saw these things as a burden, but now he saw them as hard currency to secure his future.

"Father, the plan needs to be changed."

Lin Jiaoyue pulled her parents down to sit and began her "strategist mode": "We still have to play the part of selling off assets, otherwise it will arouse suspicion. But what we're going to sell are just the land deeds and management rights—those intangible assets that we can't take with us."

"As for the physical things at home..." She looked around, a sly smile playing on her lips, "We're going to take everything. Not just the things at home, but along the way, anything that money can buy—food, cloth, medicine—we'll take it all."

"We're not going to the countryside to escape hardship; we're going to put down roots."

Lin Hongsheng was thrilled, but being a seasoned veteran of the business world, his excitement quickly subsided and reason returned. He glanced outside the study and lowered his voice:

"Nannan, you're right. But there are dozens of servants in this humble garden, all watching closely. If we were to make all the big things in this house disappear now, the news of 'the Lin family being haunted' would reach the military control commission in less than half an hour."

Lin Jiaoyue nodded. She had almost forgotten about this in her excitement. Having lived in the modern world for so long, she always felt that her home was her private domain, forgetting that privacy was the scarcest thing in the mansions of this era.

"So, what does Father mean?"

"Openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass." A glint of light flashed in Lin Hongsheng's eyes. He got up and walked to the bookshelf. He fumbled behind a row of heavy scriptures for a moment and gently pressed down on an inconspicuous wooden block.

Click.

With a slight click of a mechanism, the entire wall of books shifted back half a foot.

"Come with me." Lin Hongsheng, carrying a lantern, led Lin Jiaoyue into the secret passage.

Su Wanqing stood guard at the study door, needlework in hand, keeping watch while muttering to herself, "I'll put my pearl necklace and those bolts of brocade away later..."

The secret passage stretched downwards, the damp air carrying a faint musty smell. The glow of the lantern flickered in the narrow passage, illuminating the mottled stone walls.

At the end of the room is a basement of about fifty square meters.

Lin Hongsheng raised his hand and pushed open the heavy stone door, and the halo of the lantern suddenly spread out.

Lin Jiaoyue's breath caught in her throat.

In the basement, instead of the cobwebs and dust she had imagined, there were dozens of locked camphor wood chests neatly stacked. The chests were labeled with yellowed tags that read "Fifty gold bars," "One box of penicillin," and "Two thousand silver dollars."

In the innermost corner stood a dark box with a line of blurry English letters engraved on it.

Lin Hongsheng looked at the box, his voice extremely low, with a barely perceptible tremor: "This is... something I had someone buy from abroad years ago, intending to keep it as a family heirloom, but now..."

Before he could finish speaking, the lock on the black box suddenly clicked open on its own.

A chilling metallic aura seeped out from under the door.